Reborn in the Great Yan Dynasty: I Cultivated to Become a Martial Saint Through Telekinesis

Chapter 24 The True Inheritance Stele

He Zhaohui was the second martial artist at the Bone and Tendon Realm that Mo Zheng had ever seen.

The other party was an ordinary-looking, dark-skinned, thin middle-aged man who was not tall. If he hadn't been wearing official robes, he would probably have been lost in a crowd.

Is it to avenge He Feiyang?

Mo Zheng muttered to himself.

He Zhaohui came in but did not speak.

He merely glanced at Zhou Xian and Mo Zheng.

However, at that one glance, Mo Zheng was completely stunned.

In an instant, the scenery before his eyes changed. He was no longer facing a person, but an incomparably heavy and majestic mountain. The terrifying pressure made him instinctively want to submit, and his knees went weak and he almost knelt down!

However, at that moment, his mental energy surged within his mind, protecting his entire body, and the oppressive feeling was greatly reduced, preventing him from actually kneeling down.

That's terrifying, absolutely terrifying!

Even with the help of mental power, Mo Zheng had no idea that he could compete with him; he only felt that even breathing was difficult.

"Enough, Lord He."

Zhou Xian's voice suddenly rang out, and instantly, the heavy pressure vanished without a trace, and the mountains in front of him returned to He Zhaohui's ordinary appearance.

Is this what a powerful martial artist at the Bone and Tendon Realm level looks like?

Mo Zheng was startled, and a hint of fear involuntarily appeared in his eyes as he looked at He Zhaohui.

With just that one look, it would have been an easy task for the other party to take his life. After all, under that terrifying pressure, Mo Zheng didn't even have the thought of drawing his sword.

That's incredible, absolutely incredible.

This is the strength of a martial artist at the Bone and Tendon Realm. No wonder he can rule a prefecture!

"Lord He, did you come here specifically to give us a hard time?" Zhou Xian asked with an unfriendly expression.

"Hahaha, Jin Yin, what are you saying? I just heard that a talented person from my Jinqing Prefecture has been selected by the state, so I came to meet him."

He Zhaohui laughed, his expression kind and approachable, showing none of the terrifying aura he had displayed earlier, and even nodded slightly to Mo Zheng.

He said, "Moreover, the golden seal came from Liangzhou, a long way away. It is only right that I come to pay my respects and fulfill my duty as a host."

"You've met everyone, so there's no need for further hospitality. We're pressed for time and must depart for Liangzhou immediately. The headmaster is waiting to see Junior Brother Mo Zheng."

Zhou Xian was very indifferent to He Zhaohui, clearly not wanting to talk to him anymore.

Seeing this, He Zhaohui did not press the matter, and said, "This young brother Mo is indeed a prodigy, no wonder Jin Yin came to search for him."

"My son has already explained what happened last night to me. It was a misunderstanding that offended Brother Mo. I hope you won't take offense."

Having said that, he stepped forward, took out a stack of silver notes from his pocket, and stuffed them into Mo Zheng's hand, saying, "This is a small token of my apology. I hope you will accept it."

Mo Zheng looked at Zhou Xian.

Zhou Xian nodded slightly, indicating that he would accept it.

"You're too kind, sir."

Mo Zheng immediately agreed and put the silver note into his pocket.

Seeing this, He Zhaohui smiled with satisfaction and said, "Brother Mo is determined and will surely achieve great things in martial arts in the future. If you ever come to Jinqing Prefecture again, I must give you a proper welcome."

Mo Zheng didn't speak because Zhou Xian's expression wasn't good, and he also didn't speak.

Seeing this, He Zhaohui chuckled softly and said, "Jin Yin, Brother Mo, since you are in such a hurry to get going, I won't keep you any longer. Let's meet again another day."

"Lord He, with your busy schedule, still dotes on your children so much. It's really unnecessary for you to take the time to make this trip. My junior brother is young and doesn't care much about any unpleasant things that happen to him. He doesn't deserve Lord He's caution," Zhou Xian said suddenly with a hint of sarcasm.

He Zhaohui was not angry when he heard this. He laughed and cupped his hands in farewell to Zhou Xian before taking his leave.

He came and went in a hurry, leaving Mo Zheng completely confused.

Did they come simply to deliver silver notes as an apology?

Judging from his posture, it didn't seem like it, otherwise Zhou Xian wouldn't be so indifferent, or even a little angry.

After all, Mo Zheng had learned along the way that this Senior Brother Zhou Xian was very easy to get along with.

Seeing that He Zhaohui had left the inn and disappeared without a trace, Mo Zheng took out the silver note and examined it closely.

All that could be seen were silver notes worth one hundred taels each, and there were ten of them in this stack, totaling one thousand taels of silver.

Mo Zheng couldn't help but gasp; this Lord He was truly generous!

"Senior brother, this silver note contains a thousand taels. What should we do with so much?" he asked Zhou Xian.

"Keep it safe, you earned it yourself."

Zhou Xian didn't care at all and cursed, "This old bastard, I didn't expect him to have actually grasped the essence of the art. No wonder he dared to come to our Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall to cause trouble."

Artistic conception, the artistic conception of martial arts?!

So that aura just now was the artistic conception!

Mo Zheng's pupils constricted slightly.

According to Zhou Xian, the martial arts realm is the next major realm after external martial arts have reached the Unity Realm. Once comprehended, one will surely become a master of the Internal Organs Realm!

What kind of existence is that? You should know that in the entire eighteen states of the Great Yan, the governors are nothing more than experts at the Internal Organ Realm.

In the absence of a Martial Saint, martial artists at this level are the absolute top echelons of the entire Great Yan, wielding immense power and controlling the fate of billions of lives!

The realm of muscles and bones and the realm of internal organs are completely different worlds.

One can only rule a single prefecture, while the other can not only become the ruler of a state, but also be of great importance throughout the entire Great Yan!

"It's a good thing you did well, kid. You managed to withstand that martial arts intent without collapsing. Otherwise, this guy surnamed He probably wouldn't have given you money. He might have made our martial arts hall give his son an explanation."

Zhou Xian asked curiously, "What exactly did you do to his precious son?"

"It's just a trivial matter of jealousy and rivalry, not worth mentioning," Mo Zheng replied.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xian didn't ask any further questions, but instead said, "It's good that this matter is settled like this. Don't worry, he won't dare to cause you any trouble. Even if he were, let alone if he wasn't at the Internal Organs Realm, daring to harm a disciple of our Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall would mean certain death!"

Seeing Zhou Xian speak with such confidence, Mo Zheng was shocked. All experts at the Visceral Realm were doomed. How could the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall be so powerful?

This is a powerful martial artist capable of serving as a high-ranking official of the third rank!

Still too weak...

Mo Zheng didn't ask any further questions; he was too weak, and even if he knew these secrets, it would be useless.

A genius is ultimately just a martial artist who cultivates at a slightly faster pace; they are not a true martial arts master.

Recalling the oppressive aura he had just experienced, Mo Zheng's thirst for martial arts and for increasing his strength grew even stronger.

Even if he possessed telekinesis, he felt no sense of security under that kind of pressure.

Leaving Jinqing Prefecture and heading towards Liangzhou, the rest of the journey was smooth. By noon, Mo Zheng and Zhou Xian arrived at the entrance of the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall.

This premier martial arts academy in Liangzhou is located ten miles northwest of Liangzhou City. It was built with funds from the Great Yan government and later expanded with donations from many martial artists. It is very wealthy and occupies a large area. Built against the mountain, it directly covers several mountain peaks, and you can't see the end of it at a glance.

As you enter the martial arts hall, what comes into view is a huge stele that is several dozen feet tall. On the top of the stele is a stone dragon with its four claws outstretched, roaring to the sky. It is lifelike and extremely realistic.

Beneath the dragon are three large, elegant characters: True Inheritance Stele.

The three large characters were written with vigorous strokes and attracted attention. Mo Zheng only glanced at them, but his eyes were fixed on them.

It contained an extremely profound swordsmanship. Mo Zheng vaguely saw the shadow of the Thunderclap Sword Technique, but more than that, he was immersed in the profound mysteries of swordsmanship that he had never encountered before.

"Cough cough..."

Just then, a soft cough reached his ears, like a sudden awakening, snapping him out of his reverie.

It hurts, it hurts...

Mo Zheng felt a headache, his blood was churning, and his chest felt so tight that he could hardly breathe.

"Haha, Junior Brother Mo, you are quite courageous. The three characters on the True Inheritance Stele were written by a Martial Saint and contain his martial arts secrets. You can't just stare at them. Your realm is too far behind to comprehend them. It will only make you feel uncomfortable."

After a pause, Zhou Xian added, "Even the disciples whose names are recorded on these 'True Inheritance Steles' wouldn't dare to stare at them."

Mo Zheng then noticed the contents below the True Inheritance Stele.

It was engraved with one name after another.

[First, Cao Longgang], [Second, Zhao Xingman], [Third, Yan Liu]...

The stone tablet was inscribed with a total of twenty names in order of ranking, with the last one clearly marked as "Twentieth, Zhou Xian".

"Senior Brother Zhou, you're on top of that list too. What does this ranking mean?" Mo Zheng asked, puzzled.

"This is the rule of our martial arts training hall."

Zhou Xian explained with a smile, "Our Martial Arts Hall currently has nearly three hundred disciples. In addition to martial arts geniuses from various prefectures in Liangzhou, there are also martial arts elites from other prefectures and even other countries. According to each person's combat strength, they are divided into three levels of disciples: True Disciple, Inner Disciple, and Outer Disciple. Once one becomes a True Disciple, one's name will be inscribed on the monument."

"True disciples, inner disciples, outer disciples? What's the difference?"

"The difference is huge. Cultivation techniques, elixirs, teachers, and even various special cultivation environments and secret realms are all reserved for true disciples. The higher the ranking, the more priority they receive. The competition in our Martial Arts Hall is extremely fierce. We must hunt more than two demonic beasts every month, and there is a grand competition every year. Disciples can also challenge each other. Every year, people die because of these things," Zhou Xian said.

Mo Zheng was shocked. There were even deaths? He really didn't know that.

However, it makes sense when you think about it. A master of the Bone and Tendon Realm can serve as a prefect of a region, and all the martial artists who come out of the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall can reach this level, so you can imagine how fierce the competition is.

Without diligent cultivation, even completing the monthly task of hunting two demonic beasts will be fraught with danger.

"In short, the greater the potential and the stronger the strength, the more resources you can obtain. But Junior Brother Mo, you don't need to rush. You've just arrived, you still have ten years to cultivate slowly."

Zhou Xian pointed to the stone tablet and said, "With your talent, as long as you work hard enough, sooner or later you will also have the opportunity to be listed under this True Inheritance Tablet."

Is it listed on the Monument to the True Teachings?

Mo Zheng looked at the twenty names; the Martial Saint himself had inscribed them, which showed how important they were.

These true disciples, who are considered outstanding among the geniuses of the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall, are likely to reach the Visceral Realm in the future.

"Let's go to the dormitory first, don't wander off," Zhou Xian said.

Mo Zheng agreed and followed Zhou Xian further inside.

This martial arts training hall is exquisitely built, with pavilions and towers everywhere, artificial hills and trees, and winding streams. Inside, there are also several magnificent halls.

Every now and then, one can see young men and women coming and going, or meditating and practicing in open-air places.

"These are all disciples of the Martial Arts Hall, and they will be your senior brothers and sisters in the future."

Zhou Xian pointed to the four tallest buildings inside and said, "Look at those four places. They are the Hall of Enlightenment, the Scripture Pavilion, the Treasure Pavilion, and the Tower of Ascension. These are the four most important places in our Martial Arts Hall, and the places we visit most often. The Hall of Enlightenment is where many teachers teach their lessons. The Scripture Pavilion stores countless martial arts manuals. The Treasure Pavilion distributes resources and assigns tasks, and you can also trade items there. The Tower of Ascension is a treasure trove for testing your own knowledge."

"Of course, you can see that there are many important treasures in the back mountains, but you may not be able to use them. You will gradually understand them as you live there longer."

Mo Zheng listened attentively. This was the place where he would live for the next ten years, and there were no longer ordinary people here, only powerful martial artists.

"We've arrived. This is the dormitory. It can accommodate five hundred people at a time, but our Martial Arts Hall has never recruited five hundred people before!"

Zhou Xian laughed and said, "These are the three hundred people. Apart from about twenty people who come from Liangzhou Prefecture each year, the remaining ten are all geniuses that we stole from other states and countries when we went out to do missions. The headmaster is willing to spend money on this kind of thing. There will be a considerable reward for each of these extra disciples we discover."

It turned out to be the case.

Mo Zheng suddenly realized why there were nearly three hundred people. It turned out they were recruiting from other places. That makes sense, there are very few people who meet the requirement of being under eighteen years old with perfect blood and qi. With only eighteen prefectures in Liangzhou, the source of students is not very stable. They recruit twenty people a year, so in ten years, the number will fluctuate around two hundred.

Moreover, the appearance of talented young men and women is entirely based on luck, and they are not distributed according to a standard geographical distribution.

He looked at the dormitory area, which was built at the foot of the mountain. There were many small courtyards scattered around, roughly several hundred in total, and the accommodation was quite good.

Looking up the mountain, one can see that the mountainside and summit are shrouded in mist, and courtyards can be vaguely seen scattered about.

"Senior brother, that's..." Mo Zheng pointed to the mountain.

"That's Xiaohan Peak. Our martial arts hall teachers and true disciples live there. There's a cold marrow vein on the mountain, which is quite beneficial for internal energy cultivation," Zhou Xian explained with a smile.

A mineral vein that increases cultivation speed?

It seems that the Liangzhou Martial Arts Academy is truly a place where the strong enjoy everything; one can get a glimpse of this just by looking at the layout of the dormitories.

Zhou Xian found an empty courtyard and led Mo Zheng inside. There was a two-story building with a spacious courtyard and a tall maple tree in the center.

After putting everything down, Zhou Xian said, "You should rest for a while. I'll arrange for someone to bring you food. When the headmaster is free this afternoon, I'll take you to see him."

Mo Zheng nodded and said, "Then I'll have to trouble Senior Brother Zhou."

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