[Name: Hua Wu (Zhong Shenxiu)]
[Eagle Claw Iron Cloth Shirt: Minor Achievement]
[White Bone Grappling Hand: Beginner]
[White Bone Magic Power: Refining Evil Second Layer]
[Lifebound Daoist Skill: White Bone Armor (Level 6), Three Yin Bone Searching Claw (Level 6)]
[Heavenly Show Points: 6 (56%)]
[Gate of Ten Thousand Paths: To Be Opened]
Nile Ancient Battlefield.
Rumor has it that there was once a battle here involving a million-strong army, but suddenly a meteor fell from the sky, landing right on the battlefield, creating many huge pits and burying the armies of the two great nations of that time.
Zhong Shenxiu sat cross-legged at the edge of a sky pit and summoned the Heavenly Show System.
"I suppose my cultivation goal should change now..."
he muttered to himself.
Ever since he knew new enemies had appeared, Zhong Shenxiu had been considering this.
The Martial Artist Association was indeed a massive entity, and Tang Long’s faction, possessing most of the organization’s military power.
At critical moments, tearing off the disguise and facing large-scale armed sieges is no joke.
And not to mention the Superpower Experts, the Gang Sha Realm cultivators, when faced with missile sweeps and modern technological sieges, ninety-nine out of a hundred would be doomed.
"However, engaging in direct conflict with such an organization is foolish, and even if I cultivate more White Bone Magic, it merely means killing more people. In the end, I’m still likely to be overwhelmed; ordinary lives are of no consequence to them..."
"But cultivators have a myriad of methods, how could the natives of this world understand?"
A faint smile emerged on Zhong Shenxiu’s lips as he recalled the White Bone Dao Book.
It wasn’t long before he found the spell he was looking for.
Putting aside the distant Yang Gang Skill for now, among the Yin Evil Skills, there were a few particularly suitable for the current situation: the Minor Ghost Control Technique, the Nightmare Victory Technique, and the White Bone Yaksha Soul Emergence Method!
Ghosts, being yin spirits by nature, can pass through matter, and any heavily fortified target without magical defense is as good as undefended against them.
Similarly, the White Bone Yaksha Soul Emergence Method is a technique allowing a cultivator’s Yin God to leave the body, imagining one’s Yin God transformed into a powerful White Bone Yaksha; it possesses the ability to fly and tunnel through the earth, killing invisibly.
The Nightmare Victory Technique also allows one to curse ordinary people with unfailing efficacy.
As for the definition of ’mortal’ among the cultivators? Heh, below the Innate, they are all but common fools!
In this world, besides Zhong Shenxiu, nobody else possessed mana.
Perhaps the Martial Artists were slightly formidable; minor ghosts and curses might not easily affect them, but they would be no match for the White Bone Yaksha.
"There’s also the Invisibility Technique, just a minor trick, but once mastered, it’s quite irrefutable. It’s best to couple it with other methods like the Hidden Qi Skill, concealing all traces of vitality, making one undetectable even to infrared scanning... Once my main body goes into hiding and my Yin God goes out to wreak havoc, I can truly turn heaven and earth upside down... I hope they don’t push me to this extent."
"If I want to achieve rapid success, I need to find several strands of peculiar Yin Sha Qi. Besides that, I have to push forward with Heavenly Show Points... This will significantly reduce my expected gains in this world. But if I’m pushed into a corner, that’s the only option."
"Regarding the search for Yin Sha Qi, not only will the Martial Artist Association’s secretary help, but my circle of friends will also keep an eye out."
Thinking of this, Zhong Shenxiu’s lips slightly curled up in a smirk.
The Martial Artists are all fighters, using their fists to solve problems proves more useful.
After Tie Zhongtian’s failed attempt to show off and subsequently suffered a setback, he deeply reflected and changed his attitude towards Zhong Shenxiu, almost as if he had been beaten into submission.
Even more so, he admired Zhong Shenxiu’s White Bone Hard Skill; if Zhong Shenxiu were willing to teach it, he would probably be eager to kowtow and become a disciple.
As for whether there were any hidden resentments or whether he was biding his time to seek revenge after mastering the skills, Zhong Shenxiu couldn’t be bothered to care, because he knew he could suppress them.
Now, Tie Zhongtian’s seemingly submissive attitude was greatly helpful in his management of the circle of friends.
Such is the simplicity of the Martial Arts circles, defeat them one by one and you will be the undisputed best!
"If the tournament faces obstacles, then this crude method will have to be tried."
Martial Artist Association, Headquarters.
Above the crimson doors, a brass plaque hung, inscribed with "Office of the Vice President, Tang Minggao and others."
Inside the office, a shiny-faced fat man was perusing a document.
"The World’s Number One Martial Arts Tournament... The champion will definitely still be Tang Long."
He was also from the Tang Family, roughly an uncle in relation to Tang Long and a staunch supporter within the Tang Long faction.
At this moment, he nonchalantly began to review the list of participants in the Martial Arts tournament.
The World’s Number One Martial Arts Tournament is the highest competition for Martial Arts on this planet, only formal Martial Artists can participate, thus the list isn’t long, and comes with detailed profiles.
Tang Minggao skimmed the document quickly and his eyes landed on the name Hua Wu.
For every official Martial Artist, he had some memory: "This kid, newly turned Martial Artist and participating in such a competition. Quite ambitious."
He thought for a moment, then meticulously pulled up the profile, after reading which his expression turned cold: "An orphan... adopted from a young age by Niu Wu, are they trying to cultivate another Niu Dingtian?"
The thought of Niu Dingtian made his expression darken: "Niu Wu is also too clueless. His son died fighting the Heavenly Demon, a glorious death. Even though it’s classified, didn’t we provide all the due remuneration and compensations? Why still harbor unrelenting greed?"
By association, he also grew extremely dissatisfied with Hua Wu.
Upon seeing in the profile that Hua Wu was close with Xue Daoren and others in the circle of friends, his displeasure grew: "So young, yet already on the wrong path."
He pondered for a moment and then made several quick calls: "Hello... This is Tang Minggao, about the World’s Number One Martial Arts Tournament Star Alliance Tournament schedule, I would like to review it... Any specific requirements? No requirements, just ensure fairness and impartiality, and, moreover, give more opportunities to newbie Martial Artists. It is also for publicity needs, alright... Let’s have tea together some other day."
After completing all this, he comfortably reclined in his office chair, humming a tune to himself.
Unlike Tang Long, Tang Minggao was just an ordinary person. As a child, unable to bear the hardships of Martial Arts training, he shifted to administration, joined the Martial Artist Association, and slowly climbed to his current position, with which he was extremely satisfied.
Thus, he was quite unhappy with any potential threats to his and the Tang Family’s position.
Of course, at this moment, he didn’t think that Hua Wu posed any real threat to Tang Long, he simply found him unpleasant to the eye and planned to assign him to the Hell Group, to see how he could possibly advance?
"It couldn’t possibly be another Niu Dingtian, if that’s the case, the Niu Family’s Martial Arts lineage is truly not ordinary..."
Tang Minggao’s thoughts gradually drifted: "If that’s the case, it doesn’t matter, in the future there are plenty of ways to handle it. The research institute has already said, the next twenty-plus years will see a high occurrence of wormholes, heh... it’s better being an ordinary person, let him go die, I reap the benefits..."