8mi Chapter 97 If you're not strong enough, just bear with it.
Chapter 97 If you're not strong enough, just bear with it.
Chapter 97 If you're not strong enough, just bear with it.
Gao Fei was the teacher who spoke earlier.
Wei Liujiang's question, "Do you also have a martial arts master as your teacher?" put him in an extremely awkward situation. He felt both ashamed and angry, but had no way to vent his anger.
Seeing that everyone had walked far away, he said indignantly, "What's with the attitude? You don't have a martial arts master to guide you either, do you?"
"Then you're wrong."
Wang He responded, "The Thunder Spear Martial Saint who fell a hundred years ago was once a disciple of the old Martial Saint of the Wei family. To repay a debt of gratitude, he took Wei Liujiang as his disciple and spent the last few years of his life with Wei Liujiang."
The Martial Saint doesn't necessarily have to pass through the seven levels of the Tower of Ascension to accept disciples; he can accept disciples anytime he wants.
But there are differences between disciples as well.
During their time at the Martial Arts Hall, those who can pass through the seven levels of the Tower of Ascension will be no older than twenty-eight. At this age, having grasped the essence of martial arts, they have a great chance of becoming a Martial Saint.
Whether it's out of appreciation for talent or for the sake of the sect's inheritance, such a genius will surely receive instruction from a martial arts master.
Gao Fei fell silent. He hadn't expected that Wei Liujiang would actually have a martial arts master as his teacher, even if the master had already fallen, which was not something he could criticize.
"Okay, but these guys are enough—"
Wang He said, "You don't need to say anything. I saw it. Don't you know why they came? Just make sure the assessment goes smoothly. The rest is none of our business."
"But thousands of disciples in the entire martial arts training hall are waiting—"
"Then let's wait."
Wang He glanced at him calmly and said, "Who told them to be weak? Who told them to want to enter the Haotian Secret Realm? They don't even have this much patience, yet they want to reach the Internal Organs Realm, and they want to become Martial Saints?"
Among martial artists, strength is the only measure of power.
Wei Liujiang is strong enough to make all the disciples in the martial arts hall wait, but if a Martial Saint is present, Wei Liujiang will have to wait obediently.
"Professor Feng asked me to stay because he wanted me to tell you that you can't afford to offend the powerful families like Wei Liujiang's. If you can't afford to offend them, you can only serve them and not cause trouble for everyone. They are just looking for a way to find fault with us."
"A martial arts hall has forty spots, while their aristocratic families only have thirty. If we lose one, they'll gain one more."
"I think you understand the reason behind this."
Gao Fei understood, of course.
As a master of the Visceral Realm, he naturally knew a lot about the secrets of the Hun Tian Sect.
For example, the Haotian Secret Realm can only accommodate a maximum of 150 people at a time. Or these aristocratic families and factions secretly set up a small martial arts training hall to cultivate their own disciples.
With thirty spots available, it's not enough to go around among the scions of these aristocratic families, those who have come to their aid, and some relatives by marriage.
Ironically, these people wield considerable power within the Hun Tian Sect.
Otherwise, there would be no need for sect members to travel all the way to Liangzhou for assessments; the martial arts halls of the three prefectures could all decide on their own candidates.
"All this talk boils down to one thing: Junior Brother Gao, if you're not strong enough, just bear with it."
After saying that, Wang He headed straight for the training ground.
Gao Fei stood there in a daze for a long time before he came to his senses and followed.
In the training ground, the disciples were indeed getting impatient.
As the chosen ones of their respective prefectures, few dared to make them wait like this.
Most disciples felt that this was probably a test of their patience by the martial arts hall, and also part of the qualification assessment, so they remained calm. However, some people could not hold back.
An inner disciple couldn't help but shout, "Teacher, wasn't the qualification assessment supposed to start at 7:45 AM? It's almost noon, why is there still no sign of it?"
His lead immediately drew responses from other disciples, who chimed in, "That's right, isn't this just messing with us?"
"What happened, teacher?"
"We can't just sit here and wait; it's not a solution."
The area around the training ground was instantly filled with noise and a cacophony of sounds.
Upon seeing this, the teacher guarding the entrance to the martial arts hall flashed a cold glint in his eyes and shouted, "Shut up!"
boom!
A terrifying aura suddenly emanated from him. At that moment, he seemed to transform into a raging inferno, threatening to set the entire world ablaze.
In that instant, all the disciples present felt as if they were surrounded by countless raging flames, so small that they couldn't even...
resistance.
All sounds vanished without a trace, and the disciples watched in awe the figure that had emerged from the raging flames.
Under the oppressive force of this martial arts intent, empowered by the power of heaven and earth, they dared not have any other thoughts.
"You can wait if you want, or go back if you don't. You can simply not participate in this assessment," the teacher said coldly. "If anyone dares to cause any more trouble, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
The disciples remained completely silent until the teacher withdrew the fiery intent; not a single one dared to utter a sound.
The warning from a master of the Visceral Realm was no joke. They had already felt the terrifying power of that martial arts intent, so naturally no one dared to act recklessly now.
Even a true disciple must suppress their dissatisfaction.
Mo Zheng, on the other hand, felt no pressure. He had also mastered the intent. He was not suppressed by the power of the opponent's intent. Instead, he closed his eyes and savored the fiery intent he had just felt, lost in thought.
The second level of the Wind and Fire Sword Technique is the Blazing Fire Intent, which he has not yet begun to cultivate.
However, being able to witness the fiery intent displayed by others in advance will allow him to draw inferences about other things in his future cultivation.
A little while later, Gao Fei and Wang He arrived at the scene and whispered something to the teacher.
The teacher nodded slightly, and after the two entered the training ground, he announced, "Take a break. You are free to move around now, but do not stray too far. I will notify you again when the assessment begins."
The disciples breathed a sigh of relief. Although they were all martial artists, it was still quite uncomfortable to sit for an entire morning without being allowed to move. The key point was that they were not allowed to move around freely before.
They stood up and stretched, some even went to chat with acquaintances to relieve boredom, while others closed their eyes to adjust their state and prepare for the upcoming assessment.
Unfortunately, after waiting for quite a while, there was still no sign of it starting.
Having just been intimidated by their teacher's fiery intent, the disciples were much wiser this time. They didn't dare to ask their teacher directly, but instead whispered amongst themselves, deliberately making their voices loud enough for him to hear. Unfortunately, they clearly underestimated the patience of a master at the Visceral Realm, and their teacher completely ignored them.
While waiting, Shi Liyan took out a small piece of wood from his pocket and slowly began to carve it.
He was carving with great care, completely absorbed in his work, his attention focused on the block of wood before him, radiating a unique aura.
This state seemed ordinary, but Mo Zheng, who had already grasped the essence of the matter, keenly sensed that the power of heaven and earth around him was accelerating its flow toward Shi Liyan.
This is----
Mo Zheng was startled. Had he suddenly realized something?
No, it wasn't an epiphany. This flow of the power of heaven and earth was far less dramatic than the two previous epiphanies I had experienced.
Mo Zheng watched quietly, and in a short while, an adorable little tiger appeared. It looked no bigger than a thumb, but it was full of life and had a unique charm.
He couldn't help but ask, "Junior Brother Shi, who taught you this wood carving technique?"
"No one else is involved; it's just my own hobby. Is it nice?"
He raised his hand and presented the small wooden carving to Mo Zheng, saying, "This is for you, Senior Brother Mo."
Mo Zheng reached out and took it, saying, "Did you sense anything unusual while you were carving?"
Shi Liyan nodded and said with a simple smile, "I feel very comfortable after each carving session, and my internal energy and external skills improve faster than usual."
"When I was at the martial arts school in the county, many of my fellow students asked me this question, but when I told them, they didn't believe me and said I was lying to them."
"Senior Brother Mo, do you believe it or not?"
Mo Zheng said, "I believe you, I believe you."
"You are the second person, besides my teacher, to believe in me."
His smile was somewhat bitter as he said, "I come from a farming family, and everyone in the martial arts school looked down on me, so I practiced my skills desperately, just wanting to get revenge. Eventually, I was admitted to our martial arts hall."
"However, I still seem to be quite slow in the martial arts hall. It took me two years to pass the first level of the Tower of Ascension. I am the slowest among my batch of disciples and am still looked down upon by everyone."
"So, I really admire you, Senior Brother Mo. You remained silent for three years, but when you finally made a name for yourself, everyone said that you are the number one genius in our Martial Arts Hall in a hundred years. I wish I had your talent."
Looking at Shi Liyan's yearning eyes, Mo Zheng couldn't help but smile bitterly. This junior brother Shi was envious of his talent, but he didn't know that he was a true genius. Unfortunately, apart from the great masters of the Visceral Realm who had comprehended the intent, no one else could see his talent at all.
When he was carving wood, he was in a weakened state of enlightenment.
Even if it's weakened, it's still a sudden enlightenment, much faster than normal cultivation.
This is probably the main reason why he, a farmer's son with no resources, was able to be admitted to the martial arts academy.
Although he is inconspicuous now, he will not encounter any bottlenecks until he comprehends the essence of martial arts. His cultivation speed will probably astound all the disciples.
How terrifying is it to be in a weakened state of enlightenment every day?
However, this junior brother Shi clearly lacks confidence.
He encouraged him, saying, "Junior Brother Shi, don't underestimate yourself. Your future achievements may even surpass mine."
A disciple who can pass the entrance exam for the Liangzhou Martial Arts Academy is destined to become a martial artist at the Bone and Tendon Realm. In fact, he has already changed his own and his family's destiny.
However, there are far too many geniuses in the martial arts academy. Once you enter, if your progress is not as good as others, you will naturally feel the pressure and pain.
But in a few years, given his qualifications, he will be the one putting pressure on others.
Upon hearing this, Shi Liyan smiled and said, "Senior Brother Mo, you are such a kind person. You have been comforting me all along, unlike Senior Brother Lan Jun, whom I used to admire the most, but he was as cold as an iceberg."
An iceberg?
Mo Zheng recalled Lan Jun's aloof and cold appearance in white robes carrying a gun, and found it quite fitting.
After resting for a while, they rested for more than an hour. It wasn't until noon that the disciples' stomachs started growling with hunger. Wei Liujiang and a group of people from the Hun Tian Sect, accompanied by Headmaster Feng, finally arrived near the training ground.
The supervising teacher immediately ordered all disciples to return to their seats and not to move around freely.
"How was lunch?" Headmaster Feng asked.
"Not bad, it has a unique flavor compared to the mountain gate. However, these disciples from Liangzhou seem to lack self-cultivation and appear somewhat impatient," Wei Liujiang commented, looking at the group of disciples who were eagerly anticipating the start of the assessment.
"That's natural. The desolate borderlands can't compare to the gathering of heroes from various sects."
Headmaster Feng said, "Let's begin. Please invite Junior Brother Wei to the stage."
Wei Liujiang nodded, stood at the entrance, and shouted with a burst of inner energy: "Everyone, my name is Wei Liujiang. I have come to the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall to take the Haotian Secret Realm qualification test on the orders of the sect leader. The rules for this test are very simple: you only need to last five moves against the examiners to win. Anyone who leaves the arena is considered to have lost. If you are no match for them, you can simply jump off the arena yourself."
"One more thing to remind you: these examiners are all true disciples who graduated from the Martial Arts Hall. They now possess the strength to conquer the fifth or sixth level of the Tower of Ascension. Please be extremely careful during the assessment. Weapons have no eyes; if you are killed or injured, you will bear the consequences!"
These words startled all the disciples, and even the teachers' expressions changed slightly.
The disciples were astonished by the strength of these examiners, who were all at different levels of external martial arts and dared to pass through the fifth and sixth levels of the Tower of Ascension. Only the top ten true disciples now possessed the strength to pass through the fifth level of the Tower of Ascension.
The teachers at the martial arts hall were frightened by Wei Liujiang's last sentence: "If there are any deaths or injuries, you will bear the consequences yourself." Did this mere assessment really have to result in someone's death?
However, given the previous incident involving Gao Fei, no teacher dared to directly voice their opposition at this moment.
Only after the Hun Tian Sect disciples, who were acting as examiners, walked inside and the steward disciples began calling out numbers did Liu Qing ask, "Senior Brother Wei, isn't allowing death and injury in a qualification exam a bit risky?"
"If they don't say that, how can they unleash their full power and fight with abandon?"
Wei Liujiang knew Liu Qing's strength, so he didn't reprimand him. He said dismissively, "Besides, whatever happens, we'll keep an eye on things. What problems could possibly arise? We can just stop them in time."
Liu Qing looked at Headmaster Feng.
Headmaster Feng nodded slightly, signaling him to stop talking.
Liu Qing had no choice but to shut up and follow them into the martial arts arena to watch the competition.
There were twenty disciples from the Hun Tian Sect. Five of them went on stage at a time, and the rest took turns so that the examiners on stage could rest if they got tired.
This is normal. With over a thousand people present, a relentless, all-out effort could exhaust them to death.
As the disciples whose numbers were called began to take the stage on the four arenas, the assessment officially entered the competition phase.
However, the first batch of five disciples came out in less than half a cup of tea's time.
Only one person stood out; the other four were all unconscious, covered in blood, and clearly seriously injured.
Even the one who was standing was being supported by someone; his face was deathly pale, and he was staggering as he walked. A knife scar on his chest was very noticeable.
The disciples outside the arena fell silent instantly.