pertwk Chapter 85 Is this what they mean by "Never underestimate a young man's potential"?
Chapter 85 Is this what they mean by "Never underestimate a young man's potential"?
Chapter 85 Is this what they mean by "Never underestimate a young man's potential"?
As the name suggests, the Zangfu Dan (脏腑丹) is a pill related to the Zangfu realm.
It is a high-grade pill made primarily from the demon core of a third-tier demon beast, combined with numerous spiritual herbs.
The fact that this pill contains only the inner core of a demon beast from the Three Realms gives you an idea of its preciousness; it's something that money simply can't buy.
How much silver could buy the life of a martial artist at the Visceral Realm?
In fact, not only breaking through to the Visceral Realm, but also subsequent cultivation in the Visceral Realm can be greatly accelerated with the help of this pill. The value of the Bone and Tendon Pill is incomparable to that of the Visceral Realm Pill.
Even within the martial arts hall, there are absolutely no Visceral Pills for sale. In the outside world, through various channels, whether it's a merchant guild, an auction house, or even a private exchange, if Visceral Pills were to appear, they would be snapped up immediately and would never circulate.
There are far too many experts at the Internal Organ Realm who need this kind of elixir, so it simply doesn't circulate in the market.
If the headmaster hadn't seen Mo Zheng as a promising talent, he would never have offered such a huge reward.
As for the treasure pouch, it is even rarer; even a martial artist at the Visceral Realm might not be able to possess one.
Its function is to have a void space inside that can store all kinds of items, which is extremely convenient. However, it cannot be created by human hands. It comes from a secret realm and is similar to the storage ring that Mo Zheng had heard about in his previous life.
The value of these two treasures is self-evident; even those at the Internal Organs Realm would be envious. Headmaster Feng has definitely spared no expense.
Of course, given the strength of the number one martial artist in the Visceral Realm of the opposing martial arts hall, both the Visceral Realm Pill and the Hundred Treasure Pouch would be a trivial matter for him.
However, that was relative to Headmaster Feng; for Mo Zheng, the value was still astonishing.
The other party set two-year and one-year deadlines, clearly intending to stimulate his rapid growth.
"What, you don't want it?" Headmaster Feng asked with a half-smile.
"Yes, of course I want it."
Mo Zheng then came to his senses and hurriedly replied, "Only a fool would refuse a benefit that's offered to him on a silver platter."
Since he has grasped a trace of the sword intent of wind, it means that he has entered the most difficult stage of martial arts intent. The rest is just a matter of time. With some effort, there is no doubt that he can fully comprehend it within a year. So what reason is there not to agree?
Seeing this, Xiao Ling recalled past events and couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Senior Brother Liu Qing, your disciple is quite clever, unlike you back then, who was so dull-witted."
Liu Qing laughed heartily, recalling the old days when his teacher gave him a gift. He was so grateful and felt it was too much to accept.
With the matter settled, everyone took their leave, and Liu Qing inevitably gave them another round of instructions.
By the time Mo Zheng went to the Treasure Pavilion to receive the True Disciple Token and moved to Xiaohan Peak, it was already late at night and the dew was heavy.
There's no need to elaborate on the many envious compliments he received from the disciples he encountered along the way. Standing in the courtyard on Xiaohan Peak, Mo Zheng felt a strange sense of satisfaction.
Three years is not a long time in the course of his dedicated cultivation, but it is by no means short either.
From achieving perfect Qi and Blood, to cultivating to the Skin and Flesh Realm, and then conquering the Tower of Ascension, the Twelve Wind-Walking Swords and the Wind Shadow Sword Technique advanced triumphantly all the way, and he finally owned his own small courtyard on this Little Cold Peak.
A chilling aura enveloped his body, and his internal energy spontaneously circulated to resist it, continuously growing stronger.
The journey has not been easy.
The next step is to break through the copper skin level, temper the muscles and bones, and step into the muscle and bone realm.
"If I can fully master sword intent within a year, I will obtain the Treasure Pouch and the Internal Organ Pill. With the Internal Organ Pill, my strength will increase even faster."
The faster his strength increases, the stronger his mental power will become. When he reaches the Visceral Realm, even if he is just entering the Visceral Realm, he will be able to kill a third-tier demon beast far stronger than himself with his mental power. At that time, he can refine Visceral Pills and improve his own strength.
The only thing preventing him from becoming a Martial Saint was his external martial arts level.
"Leave overnight?"
Wu Feng and Liu Qing were both somewhat surprised to see Xiao Ling determined to leave.
"Of course we have to leave tonight. Our sect has produced such a promising talent, we must report to the sect leader immediately. He will be overjoyed."
Xiao Ling waved the booklet in her hand and said, "Besides, we need to quickly include this little guy in the sect's lineage of true disciples and send him cultivation techniques. What if he misses out on Senior Brother Feng's reward because of just one or two days' delay? Wouldn't it be my fault for the delay?"
After speaking, the three of them couldn't help but smile at each other. They had all seen Mo Zheng's surprise and excitement when he heard Headmaster Feng's reward.
"Then see you another day!"
Xiao Ling and the other person cupped their hands in greeting and headed out of the courtyard, preparing to ride back on horseback to report the situation to the sect.
"You're really lucky."
With the remaining two people, Wu Feng looked at Liu Qing and said with considerable envy.
"Just lucky?"
Liu Qing sighed softly.
He truly hadn't expected Mo Zheng to comprehend the Unity Realm so quickly, and even grasp a trace of its essence.
If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have agreed when his granddaughter Liu Feier said she didn't like Mo Zheng.
At first, I only thought that it might take my disciple one or two decades to reach this level, and I was afraid that Fei'er would have to wait too long. Who would have thought that this little guy's cultivation speed would be so fast?
He misjudged the genius.
But that's alright, Fei'er isn't married yet, so maybe she'll agree if we talk to her.
Thinking of his family and relatives, Liu Qing felt a sense of powerlessness.
His wife died early, and most of his children were good-for-nothings. Only his granddaughter, Liu Rou, might have some hope in martial arts, but it would be difficult for her to reach the Internal Organs Realm.
Fortunately, it's not too late. If Fei'er agrees, with Mo Zheng's help, the Liu family can continue its bloodline for generations.
At the foot of Xiaohan Peak.
Carrying a full load of packages, Liu Rou excitedly headed towards the mountaintop.
Over the past three years, her martial arts have progressed rapidly. She is currently attempting to ascend to the third level of the Tower of Ascension. After graduating in four years, she might even have a chance to become a true disciple.
This time, she hunted the monster alone, sword in hand. Along the way, she encountered a small pack of black-toothed hounds, about seventeen or eighteen in number—
In this way, she slaughtered them all and reaped a rich harvest.
Although she was born into the Liu family and didn't care about such a small amount of money, and she had no shortage of cultivation resources, her gains were ultimately different.
Pushing open the courtyard gate, I saw that the living room light was still on, and Liu Qing was sitting upright, resting with his eyes closed.
She said excitedly, "Grandpa, I'm back! Why aren't you asleep yet?"
"I’m waiting for you."
"Waiting for me? Haven't you been spending these past few days with your old friends? Have they left?"
Liu Rou was quite surprised. A few days ago, Liu Qing said that an old friend was coming over, but he hadn't been seen since. Why did he suddenly think of her now?
"Go see Fei'er tomorrow," Liu Qing said.
"Grandpa, I still need to cultivate tomorrow."
Liu Rou said reluctantly that after hunting monsters, she wanted to rest well and have a get-together with her friends, so she was too lazy to go find Liu Feier.
"Today, our martial arts hall has gained another true disciple."
"So what if there are many? Every year, several true disciples are born. It's not unusual." Liu Rou didn't take it to heart.
"He is Mo Zheng."
"Wh-what?"
Liu Rou was stunned, and asked incredulously, "Grandpa, you mean Mo Zheng has broken through to become a true disciple? How is that possible? Didn't you say it would take him at least ten or twenty years to have a chance to comprehend the Unity Realm?"
"Yes, but his talent is even better than I imagined. He has already broken through to become a true disciple. Tomorrow morning, go to the stone tablet at the entrance of the martial arts hall, and you will see his name."
Liu Rou fell silent. She knew that, given Liu Qing's personality, he would never lie to her about something like this. But how could that guy, who had been silent for three years, have actually broken through to become a true disciple?
You know, how long has he been in the Martial Arts Hall? About three and a half years, right?
I've been studying this for six years, and I've only just reached the third level of the Tower of Ascension. I might not even be able to reach the fourth level before I graduate.
My good mood from just now has completely vanished.
"Find Fei'er and have her invite Mo Zheng a couple more times. I'll also talk to him about it. An eighteen-year-old true disciple has a bright future ahead of him. I estimate that many families will soon be eyeing him. Tell Fei'er to seize the opportunity."
"Remember, don't throw a tantrum like last time," Liu Qing warned.
Liu Rou frowned slightly. Last time, she had used He Shiyan to make Mo Zhengqi suffer, forcing him to draw his sword on the spot.
However, the possibility of an eighteen-year-old true disciple achieving the Visceral Realm is undoubtedly extremely high.
Even if a martial artist doesn't reach the Visceral Realm yet, but has achieved the Unity level in external martial arts, they are still highly sought after.
At least for the time being, she sees no hope of breaking through to the Unity Realm.
Throughout the entire Great Yan Dynasty, martial artists at the Muscle and Bone Realm who have reached the Unity Level of External Skills are an absolute backbone of the force.
He could easily serve as a prefect of a region, or establish a family and build a powerful force, living a carefree and comfortable life.
Even experts at the Visceral Realm level deserve some respect, since these people might break through to become martial artists of the same level one day.
After a moment of silence, Liu Rou nodded and said, "Grandpa, I'll go find Fei'er tomorrow."
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Liu Qing didn't say anything more. After arranging everything, he got up and went back to his room to rest.
Liu Rou stood there, staring at the candle flame, the joy she had felt upon returning from hunting the monster long gone.
After standing there for a long time, she sighed softly and said, "Is this what they mean by 'Never underestimate a young man's potential'?"
A little guy who had been silent for three years, a little guy who I thought I would never have anything to do with again, suddenly became a sensation.
But is that even possible?
Given that boy's personality—drawing his sword on the spot—would he choose his own sister?
Fei'er is extremely fond of luxury, and even if Mo Zheng becomes a true disciple, she might not agree.
What she was looking for was a martial artist from a prominent family with extraordinary talent.
Therefore, even though He Shiyan, the young master of the Liangzhou governor's family, had been pursuing her relentlessly, Fei'er did not agree.
Otherwise, given her looks and the Liu family's background, why would she be unmarried at this age? There are quite a few powerful families and influential figures who have come to propose marriage.
In the end, it all comes down to ambition.
Relying on Liu Qing's prestige, ordinary families and forces at the Visceral Realm all showed great respect to the Liu family. Fei'er had always wanted to choose a good husband whose family was stronger than the Liu family and whose talent surpassed that of her grandfather.
This is exactly what she expected.
A woman's marriage is like a second reincarnation, so it naturally requires careful consideration.
Moreover, they have the right to choose.
Therefore, although Mo Zheng, a true disciple, has unlimited potential, he is still from a poor family, and Fei'er may not necessarily look up to him unless he has already broken through to the Visceral Realm.
But it's not that easy.
Martial artists are all about fighting and killing; they might perish before even reaching the Visceral Realm. There are many precedents for this.
"Phew—I wonder what will become of those two in the end."
Liu Rou shook her head, too lazy to think about these things anymore. It wasn't her getting married anyway, so she could do whatever she wanted. She would just talk to Rou'er about it.
"Giddy up! Giddy up!"
At dawn, a black-scaled horse galloped swiftly towards the gate of the Martial Arts Hall, carrying a solitary figure in white robes and a spear—it was Lan Jun.
This top genius of Liangzhou Martial Arts Academy suddenly reined in his horse and dismounted when he reached the mountain gate.
He was carrying a package with faint traces of crimson blood on it, clearly not something good.
"Senior Brother Lan!" "Senior Brother Lan Jun!" "Greetings, Senior Brother!"
Lan Jun, carrying two pistols and dressed in snow-white robes, was undoubtedly extremely famous in the martial arts hall. Almost everyone recognized his appearance, and as soon as he entered the mountain gate, the disciples coming and going greeted him.
Lan Jun did not answer, but simply nodded slightly as a response.
But in his heart, he was calculating the gains from this mission.
Disciples of the Martial Arts Hall can choose to accept missions, which offer substantial rewards upon completion, or they must complete certain missions. For outer and inner disciples, the mission is to hunt two demonic beasts each month. However, for true disciples, hunting demonic beasts is far too easy; even second-tier demonic beasts pose no challenge to these true disciples of the Bone and Tendon Realm who have comprehended the mysteries of the Unity Realm.
Therefore, the task that true disciples must complete is often to gain experience in the martial arts world.
The Great Yan is vast, and besides the threat of demonic beasts, there are also evil deeds by martial artists, conflicts between various forces, the emergence of treasures, and many other problems.
Overall, the Hun Tian Sect primarily focuses on training its disciples' experience in navigating the martial world.
Lan Jun accepted an assassination mission from nearby, which he completed successfully in just two days.
He walked towards the interior of the martial arts hall, habitually glancing at the True Inheritance Stele. Seeing that the rankings of Fang Yang, Zhou Xian, and others had not changed, he nodded slightly.
However, just as he was about to walk past, he noticed a name at the very bottom, and his feet immediately stopped there.
[Twentieth: Do not contend]
Mo Zheng, that junior brother who, like him, could multitask?
Although Lan Jun appeared cold and indifferent to everything except martial arts, he still vaguely remembered the name Mo Zheng.
After all, in the entire martial arts hall, besides him, only the other person possessed the talent to multitask.
Unfortunately, this Junior Brother Mo had been out of contact for the past three years. I thought he had run out of talent, but unexpectedly, he continued to accumulate knowledge and skills and actually became a true disciple.
"When did Mo Zheng break through?"
He looked at the junior brother who was closest to him.
The junior brother felt a chill rush towards him, as if he were being targeted by a soul-reaping messenger from the underworld. He couldn't help but shiver and said, "Yesterday, yesterday afternoon."