Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 687 - 666: Waiting for Him

"You all are very strange," Zhou Leng’s Martial Arts Will radiated a soft glow, "Your bodies are no longer like beasts, but your brains are still stuck in the era of being toyed with by others at will."

"You understand a lot of truths, you are experienced, so please tell me, why can’t ordinary people have love and marriage?"

Zhao Nandi was speechless.

Zhou Leng was silent for a moment, then said, "Moreover, I don’t have the time or energy to get involved in such complex family and life affairs. I just want to focus on cultivating well and complete what I need to do before the Ten Realms War." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Zhao Nandi was silent for a long time, then said, "It seems that Divine Text has a great impact on you. Some things are knowledge or information from a High-Level Civilization?"

"The power of High-Level Civilizations is indeed influencing me."

Zhao Nandi continued, "I understand what you said is reasonable, but those Martial Saints, even after ascending to sainthood, left behind many bloodlines without it hindering them."

"I do not deny their contributions when they were young, nor do I criticize their changes in old age. I even believe they will surely protect humanity in the Ten Realms War. But, tell me, is there a possibility that after they aged, parts of their brain and body became rotten, yet unaware of it?"

"Are you... a bit too pure?" Zhao Nandi said helplessly.

"I don’t want to be, but..." Zhou Leng pointed at his brain, "When my Martial Arts Will elevates to a certain level, my understanding of myself, the world, and everything becomes irreversible. At least now, my Martial Arts Will is propelling me forward constantly, whether physically or mentally. It is also preventing me from decay. If I resist my Martial Arts Will..."

"Then my martial arts will cease along with it."

"I want to ascend to sainthood, I want to ascend to divinity, so there is only one path, to continue onward, never looking back."

Zhao Nandi asked, "What about when you become a Saint and ascend to divinity?"

"That will be a matter for the future. Now, I can only affirm the current me." Zhou Leng was unusually candid.

Zhao Nandi remained silent for a long time, then slowly said, "You are somewhat like my grandfather."

"This is the highest praise I’ve heard." Zhou Leng said.

"You head towards divinity, what about your humanity?"

"As long as Xu Qingjin and I hold hands, my humanity remains." Zhou Leng said.

"You’ve grown up." Zhao Nandi sighed softly, his gaze was somewhat comforting, yet also a bit relieved.

"Or perhaps, I haven’t grown up, but haven’t lost that purity."

Zhao Nandi’s heart skipped heavily.

"Want to help Saint Zhao leave behind a bloodline?"

"What?"

Zhao Nandi looked at Zhou Leng’s confused expression, laughed loudly, walked back to the living room, held Liang Baiyin’s hand, and walked back to the bedroom.

Zhou Leng sat in the living room for a while, checked the time, sent messages to the two, and went downstairs.

Not long after, Zhao Nandi and Liang Baiyin stood in front of the panoramic window of the bedroom, watching Zhou Leng walking below.

"I tried my best, but... you know, the stronger the Martial Artist, the more obsessed. Without this persistence and purity, he cannot ascend to sainthood."

"No worries, I’ll wait for him to decay."

"You..." Zhao Nandi hugged Liang Baiyin’s shoulder, feeling heartache.

Xiong City, at the solemn south gate of the grand hall, a bright red carpet covered the ground, cyan-white pillars stood tall.

The Ancient River Sect Martial Arts Conference officially commenced.

Chen Shouhu and Wang Boxiong were dressed in military attire, walking up the steps slowly.

A pack of tiger and wolf-like warriors followed them.

There were Grandmasters, Innate, and a few young ones from the Qi Blood Realm.

They walked all the way to the reception hall.

Those nearby either actively gave way, greeted them, or watched from afar.

Since Chen Shouhu and Wang Boxiong ascended to Grandmasters, they have become the indisputable leaders of the young generation in Dragon Country, in Demon City Army and Martial Guards, everyone follows them.

Behind them are geniuses from the civilian class, warriors who have accumulated so much, true-born grandchildren from Martial Clans, heirs from prominent families.

Even in Xiong City, under the emperor’s foot, they are an unshakable first power.

The pampered children of Martial Mansion, the families of high status, the parasites under their fathers’ wings, they all avoid confronting these people.

The places these people frequent are ones those playboy heirs to the drunken world dare not go.

Such things as cockfighting, dog teasing, nightclub racing, those ostentatious scenes set by nouveau riche, those incompetent descendants’ beast-like lifestyles, have never been regarded by these people.

Fighting demons in the sea, slaying in the deep prisons, hunting beasts in the wasteland, these are their motivations for comparison.

On them, they bear the inheritance of martial veins.

Some senior officials of Martial Mansion look at the young generation taking the stage, feeling emotional.

The pampered heirs are the sewers of Xiongjing, the people in front of them are the skyline of the world’s best place.

"Brother Hu, where’s Zhou Leng? Let’s find a place after the conference and show him the scene of Xiong City."

The reception hall was solemn and majestic, yet these people were not daunted, looking around with a reckless spirit.

"No hurry, we will meet." Chen Shouhu said.

"Tsk, people from the Zhao Family are here." Someone muttered.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, Grandmaster Zhao Tianji led a group of Martial Artists here.

Behind him, apart from the Zhao Family warriors, there were many from sixteen families and other factions.

The elderly Zhao Tianji glanced over.

Chen Shouhu and Wang Boxiong gently nodded to a few familiar faces.

Zhao Tianji also nodded, walked a few steps, then turned back to look at his own group.

The number of Grandmasters, very few.

Those Innate are either like him with white hair, or are forced by Pills.

He couldn’t resist looking at those tiger and wolf-like warriors again.

On them, as if burning fiercely.

In contrast to his group behind, timid and with lost spirit.

Some even looked enviously at the back of the tiger and bear team.

Chen Shouhu and Wang Boxiong led their group forward, occasionally encountering teams from various factions.

Wherever their footsteps pointed, everyone retreated and parted.

Eagle Alliance, Seagull Alliance, Xiong Country, Elephant Country, the desert countries, the southern countries...

Wherever they passed, it seemed as if vitality lingered, blinding the various factions with a burning desire.

The young people of each country looked at those robust figures with admiration.

The mighty squad of tigers and bears walked through the reception hall, along the corridor, towards the highest hall.

As they passed by the golden hall often used for press conferences, they heard one booming voice after another, some familiar, some strange, discussing martial arts.

Most were with a pure Dragon Country accent, though there were some with foreign accents.

Reaching a large connected doorway, Wang Boxiong and Zhang Xinglie exchanged a glance, stood at the wide entrance, and looked towards the golden hall.

Under a giant circular chandelier, a bright red carpet was spread out.

Chairs were arranged in several large circles.

Martial Saints from various countries gathered to discuss martial arts.

Some even argued so heatedly that they moved to the center of the venue, restrained their strength, and engaged in a contest without True Qi.

In the midst of the argument, Li Tianyuan said, "Let’s hear what Zhou Leng has to say."

The voices of the Martial Saints abruptly ceased.

Seeing Li Tianyuan calling his name, Zhou Leng stood up, cupped his fists towards the elders around him, and then began to freely express his views.

"The exertion of force in fist techniques comes in many forms, but after distilling the essence, there are no more than seven types..."

"The others are not insufficient but rather have too many constraints..."

"Earlier, Martial Saint Feng Delai’s approach was more flexible but lacked aggressiveness; it might suffice against weaker foes, but against stronger ones, it’s easy to show cowardice..."

"I know Martial Saint Feng Delai is unconvinced, so why not restrict our power to the innate level, restrain our external force, and have a comparison?"

Chen Shouhu and Wang Boxiong remained silent.

Behind them, one by one, the eagle-eyed martial arts wolves of Xiongjing stretched their necks out to peer inside.

They carefully controlled their strength, staying outside the doorway to avoid accidentally falling in.

Subsequently, everyone saw that Martial Saint Feng Delai of the Seagull Alliance really stepped forward to have a No True Qi contest with Zhou Leng.

At first, Feng Delai relied on his extensive experience as a Martial Saint to gain the upper hand.

However, after fifty moves, Zhou Leng forced Feng Delai to retreat step by step.

After forcing him back ten steps, Zhou Leng ended his attack.

Feng Delai sighed softly and quietly returned to his seat.

His martial heart cracked.

The Martial Saints of Dragon Country tried hard to control but couldn’t suppress their rising smiles.

A few old folks nearly shouted, "Who else?"

A Martial Saint losing to a Grandmaster in a No True Qi contest.

Zhu Shiji patted Feng Delai on the shoulder and consoled, "You’ll get used to it."

Feng Delai’s expression remained blank.

Several Martial Saints who had previously been opposed carefully recalled Zhou Leng’s moves and exertion and seemed deep in thought.

"Let me give it a try." A Martial Saint from the Eagle Alliance stepped forward for a No True Qi, innate-level duel with Zhou Leng.

After seventy moves, the Eagle Alliance’s Martial Saint Crawford stopped, asking, "Has your Martial Arts Will advanced to the Vajra Realm?"

Zhou Leng nodded.

"No wonder..." The Eagle Alliance’s Martial Saint Crawford said no more.

At the doorway, everyone listening was secretly amazed, now understanding why Zhou Leng faced Martial Saints without retreating.

The first realm of Martial Arts Will is the Rock Realm, focusing on stability.

The Second Realm Vajra Realm focuses on firmness, ensuring that the Martial Arts Will remains unshaken, even when facing a Martial Saint, never backing down.

Further advancement to the Third Realm Naihai Realm, like a few Martial Saints, encompasses all, not caring about many things.

In human history, only Zhao Dongjun has broken through the Third Realm Naihai Realm to the Fourth Realm Solitary Peak Realm.

Standing atop, looking down on all mountains.

Next, Martial Saints from various countries sought Zhou Leng’s hand.

There were wins and losses.

In free combat, Martial Saints won more.

In specific conditions, Zhou Leng won more.

As a result, the martial arts discussion meeting shifted to discussing Zhou Leng.

"There’s something off about your body, very off..." Feng Delai said, "When I fought without True Qi and touched you, my body was damaged."

"Hmm?" Those Martial Saints who hadn’t fought or touched focused on Zhou Leng.

Feng Delai asked, "Be honest, what’s your No True Qi weightlifting now, in tons?"

The Martial Saints’ eyes were bright and burning.

Outside the door, the tiger-bear crowd also listened intently.

"750,000 tons." Zhou Leng revealed the old data from the Demon Spirit World.

"Pure physical strength?" Feng Delai asked.

"Pure physical."

"No other powers used?"

"None."

The Martial Saints remained calm in expression but their eyes flickered.

A newly advanced Martial Saint using True Qi would definitely have more destructive power than Zhou Leng, but weightlifting 750,000 tons, they couldn’t really reach.

Wang Boxiong and Chen Shouhu exchanged a glance and silently continued toward the highest hall.

The rest followed behind with varied expressions.

Wang Boxiong, as they walked, said, "I originally wanted to bring him to Xiongjing to see the world, now you see, he is the world of Xiongjing."