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

Chapter 7 Blue Eyes

Zhao Feng's bewildered appearance naturally attracted the attention of the other disciples.

However, having just been scolded, no one dared to stop this time. They just practiced their skills absentmindedly, secretly glancing at Mo Zheng.

This time, however, Zhao Feng ignored them completely, letting them be distracted, and focused all his attention on Mo Zheng.

Gradually, these disciples also discerned some of the mysteries in Mo Zheng's swordsmanship. The Thunderclap Sword Technique emphasizes two points: speed and fierce power. However, Mo Zheng's swordsmanship did not appear to be swift, and some of his strikes were even weak and powerless, yet they were accompanied by a continuous rumbling sound of thunder. Some of his sword moves were like a silver lightning bolt piercing the air, which was truly chilling.

The entire sword technique was executed with fluid grace and perfect harmony, as if this were the final form of the Thunderclap Sword Technique.

Sword after sword, Mo Zheng was immersed in this wonderful feeling, completely unaware of the gazes and stares of outsiders.

He felt very comfortable, and his swordsmanship skills were constantly improving.

long long time...

With a thud, Mo Zheng's legs went weak, his movements became distorted, and his body involuntarily slipped to the ground.

At this moment, as if waking from a dream, Mo Zheng's previously unfocused pupils regained their brightness, and waves of pain came from his legs, causing him to grimace.

He looked down and found himself kneeling on the ground for some reason. All the disciples in the martial arts school stopped practicing and focused their attention on him, including Zhao Feng. He couldn't help but blush and feel a little embarrassed.

How did I end up kneeling here while practicing?

Mo Zheng tried to get up, but when he tried, his legs went weak and he couldn't control them at all. He felt completely powerless.

"What's your name?" Zhao Feng suddenly asked.

"Disciple should not contend; I have made the abbot laugh at me."

"You little brat, you don't know how lucky you are. I'd like to experience this kind of embarrassment again. Come with me. The rest of you, stop watching and get to practice. This is none of your business." Zhao Feng scolded the crowd, then turned to leave with a smile.

However, seeing that Mo Zheng remained motionless, he stopped and asked, "Why aren't you leaving?"

Mo Zheng gave an embarrassed smile and said, "I just wanted to let the master know that I practiced too hard just now, and now my hands and feet are weak and I can't move."

He was truly unable to move, feeling as if his entire body had been hollowed out. Even if Mo Danian did it seven times in one night, it wouldn't be this bad.

Looking at the other person's dumbfounded appearance, Zhao Feng laughed and cursed, "You brat!" Then, he reached out and, like catching a kitten, easily grabbed Mo Zheng by the collar and took him away.

After the two left, the disciples in the martial arts hall returned to their places and began to cultivate again. They did not take Mo Zheng's performance to heart. Although they found it strange, they were just curious. What could a group of young guys who had just embarked on the path of martial arts know?

Chen Wu did not practice his martial arts.

He said sarcastically, "It seems that Mo Er will be receiving individual guidance from Master Zhao. I wonder if the Master will agree to guide others."

Upon hearing this, Luo Yiyi, who was practicing his swordsmanship, turned as black as the bottom of a pot, looking extremely unpleasant.

This young man from the Chen family was clearly mocking his earlier advice to Mo Zheng.

If it weren't for the new owner who wanted to make a good impression, he would have already taught this fatso a lesson.

The thought of losing his position as the eldest disciple and the way Mo Zheng had been favored by Zhao Feng made Luo Yiyi feel extremely distressed.

Hmph, just you wait. Once my Qi and blood are fully developed, the position of senior brother will be my for the taking, and I can even go to the martial arts hall of Jinqing Prefecture!

I will show you that martial arts are about strength!

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Inside the back room, Zhao Feng looked at the little guy slumped in a chair, a smile on his face that he couldn't suppress even as he tried to hide it.

The disciples were unaware of such sudden enlightenment, but Zhao Feng, being knowledgeable and experienced, naturally understood its significance.

What is enlightenment? As the name suggests, it is when you suddenly understand many principles and have a very deep understanding of a certain field.

This has nothing to do with innate talent or comprehension; it's all about luck and opportunity.

Some exceptionally talented individuals, who advance rapidly in their cultivation and eventually reach the pinnacle of martial arts, may never have the opportunity for sudden enlightenment; conversely, some seemingly dull individuals may experience several moments of sudden enlightenment in their lifetime and achieve remarkable accomplishments—no one can say for sure.

These opportunities only came about because of luck and good fortune.

Although Zhao Feng had never had an epiphany, such stories were widely circulated among martial artists. Who wouldn't hope to one day suddenly break through a bottleneck and reach the top in one step?

The situation Mo Zheng had just experienced was the kind of sudden enlightenment he had heard of before.

Thinking of this, his gaze towards Mo Zheng softened considerably. After all, even the head of the guild had performance evaluations, and if Mo Zheng's potential was realized, he would also reap great rewards.

"The way the curator's eyes are looking at him, he wouldn't be thinking..."

Mo Zheng looked into the other person's gentle gaze, as if looking at a lover, and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, as if the hairs on his body stood on end.

The Great Yan Kingdom was powerful and prosperous, and its people lived in peace and contentment, which led to a particularly thriving entertainment industry.

In the few days after Mo Zheng's time travel, a wealthy merchant took a liking to his handsome appearance with rosy lips and white teeth and came to his door wanting to buy the right to use his buttocks.

Although he was driven away by his family, Mo Zheng still felt some lingering trauma.

If the master tries to force me, I will never yield. Even if it means giving up my future in martial arts, I will protect the purity of my ass.

Mo Zheng secretly made up his mind, and even his eyes became sharp.

However, it turned out that Zhao Feng was simply appreciating talent and had no other intentions.

"Mo Zheng, right? You have great comprehension and luck. I admire you. How old are you this year?" Zhao Feng asked in a friendly tone.

Upon hearing this, Mo Zheng immediately realized he had misunderstood, smiled sheepishly, and replied, "This disciple is fourteen years old this year."

"Fourteen years old, not bad, there's still time at this age."

Zhao Feng nodded, clearly satisfied with the number, and said, "How did you feel just now? Wasn't it amazing? Your swordsmanship has improved rapidly?"

"You were in that state just now, huh?"

Mo Zheng subconsciously tried to savor the memory, but he found that he couldn't get into that state no matter what he tried, and he was at a loss.

"What's wrong? You can't seem to find that feeling anymore, can you?"

"Yes." Mo Zheng nodded.

"You'd be a fool to find one. A sudden enlightenment is something that happens only once in a lifetime—it's like stepping in dog poop—you think you can have one anytime?"

Zhao Feng laughed and said, "This thing used to be just a legend. You're the first person I've ever seen enter a state of enlightenment. So, how do you feel about the way of the sword now?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Zheng instinctively gripped the hilt of his sword.

At this moment, the sword was not just a sword; he felt as if it were an extension of his body, as if he could wield it as easily as wielding an arm.

The feeling of having inexhaustible strength that I used to have has completely disappeared. In its place is complete control over the Qi and blood in my body.

Whether it's the blood and qi within his body or the sword in his hand, he can unleash his full power with every swing.

"I feel that my strength is unified throughout my body. When I unleash a sword strike, I should be able to exert my full power," Mo Zheng replied respectfully.

"I see now, that's the Thunderclap Sword Technique at its peak. That sudden enlightenment... you kid..."

Zhao Feng shook his head, his face full of sighs and envy, as if to say, "How did you manage to stumble upon such good fortune?"

Mo Zheng was also taken aback. Was this the state of perfected swordsmanship?

According to Du Feng, it takes at least seven or eight years to go from minor to major mastery of swordsmanship. If one lacks comprehension, it may take a lifetime to master it. External martial arts require comprehension.

Did he suddenly realize it and master it?

"Alright, let's not talk about enlightenment anymore. I was just listening to that stuff. Let's get down to business." Zhao Feng asked, "Do you know about the Martial Arts Hall's assessment?"

"This disciple knows about the martial arts assessment at Jinqing Prefecture..."

"That's not what I meant. I meant the Liangzhou Martial Arts Academy assessment," Zhao Feng interrupted.

Mo Zheng was taken aback. Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall? What did that mean? He looked at Zhao Feng with a confused expression. He wasn't pretending; he genuinely didn't know.

"Never heard of it, right? Well, in Shangyin County, there might not be even one person participating in the assessment every few years. It's quite normal that Du Feng didn't tell you."

Zhao Fengdao said: "The Jinqing Prefecture Martial Arts Hall requires candidates to have achieved great success in Qi and Blood and minor success in External Kung Fu before the age of eighteen, while the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall requires candidates to have achieved perfect success in Qi and Blood before the age of eighteen."

"Don't you feel like you're only one small level away, and it's not that difficult?"

Mo Zheng nodded. As long as there are enough Qi and Blood Pills, anyone with slightly better aptitude can start cultivating at the age of twelve and reach the Qi and Blood Perfection stage by the age of eighteen.

"Then you're wrong. The difference of this small realm is as difficult as ascending to heaven. Let me tell you, Liangzhou has nineteen prefectures, governing two hundred and twelve counties, but the prefectural martial arts hall only recruits about twenty disciples each year. No one from the entire Shangyin County has been admitted for twenty years."

"I've been watching this Shangyin Martial Arts School all morning. There might be three or five people who can cultivate to the point of mastery of Qi and Blood before the age of eighteen, but only you have the chance to cultivate to the point of perfection of Qi and Blood."

After a pause, Zhao Feng added, "It's you after your enlightenment who has a chance, but it's just a chance."

Mo Zheng instantly felt the pressure.

The state martial arts academy only recruits about twenty disciples a year. On average, across the nineteen prefectures of Liangzhou, most prefectures probably only recruit one disciple per year!

Jinqing Prefecture governs eighteen counties. Even if each county takes its turn, it would take eighteen years for Shangyin County to be included.

This is too difficult; it's not on the same level as the Jinqing Prefecture Martial Arts Hall.

Is it really that difficult to cultivate perfect Qi and blood?

"Then what should I do?" Mo Zheng asked in return.

"Good lad, you've got guts. You weren't scared off. I like that."

Zhao Feng laughed and said, "Then I'll tell you all about the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall assessment today."

After Emperor Taizu of the Great Yan Dynasty pacified the world, he felt that the monsters possessed great power that ordinary people could not resist. Therefore, he set up martial arts training halls in various prefectures and counties and martial arts schools in counties to widely spread martial arts. This was to suppress the monsters and to resist invasions from other countries and strengthen the country.

This is the background to the appearance of the Martial Arts Hall.

The martial arts academy at the prefecture level is for training grassroots martial artists and officials to strengthen the ruling power, while the martial arts academy at the state level is for selecting geniuses and cultivating high-end martial arts and even martial saints for the Great Yan!

A martial saint is someone who has transcended the ordinary and attained sainthood through martial arts, possessing the immense power to traverse the heavens and move mountains.

Of course, such national-level martial arts cannot be cultivated at will, but at least, the students recruited by these state-level martial arts academies must have the qualifications and hope.

Reaching the peak of the Qi and Blood Realm is the first prerequisite; without reaching this level, one has no hope of becoming a Martial Saint for life.

Martial arts training involves both internal and external skills, which complement each other.

To reach the pinnacle of the Qi and Blood Realm, one must first cultivate a basic external skill to the perfect level.

This is undoubtedly extremely difficult.

If it's just stance training, and you want to cultivate to the point of perfecting your Qi and Blood, you'll have plenty of pills like Qi and Blood Pills. Even people with average talent can achieve perfection before the age of eighteen.

But external martial arts are different; you have to practice them seriously and also have some comprehension.

Take the Thunderclap Sword Technique as an example. If it weren't for Mo Zheng's mental power assisting him, which could optimize the efficiency of sword practice, like the original owner, it would have taken half a year to get started, three years to achieve minor success, and as for major success, most people could comprehend it after practicing for eight or ten years. But after eight or ten years, it would be too late, let alone reaching the perfect level.

In Zhao Feng's words, there are many people who lack comprehension and will never reach the perfect level of basic external martial arts in their entire lives, including some who have entered the realm of martial arts.

In his eyes, Mo Zheng was a person with sufficient understanding.

At the age of fourteen, after half a year of training at the martial arts school, Mo Zheng had achieved minor success in Qi and Blood, mastered the Thunderclap Sword Technique, and even had a sudden enlightenment while practicing swordsmanship. All of this proves that Mo Zheng has extremely high potential in swordsmanship.

After listening to what the other party said, Mo Zheng couldn't help but secretly start to think about it.

"Judging from the situation, he wants to train me to enter the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall. Well, that's good. In a place like this where geniuses gather, once I get in, my status will be guaranteed. I'll probably be the eldest brother, and I won't have to hold my back all the time anymore."

Thinking of how Mo Danian was exploited by his sister-in-law every day in order to learn martial arts for him, Mo Zheng couldn't help but feel a little sympathy.

Some foods are simply impossible to eat without exceptional talent.

"Did you understand everything I said?" Zhao Feng suddenly stopped and asked.

"This disciple understands," Mo Zheng replied respectfully.

"So what are your thoughts?"

"This disciple has no other thoughts, I only want to improve my skills," Mo Zheng replied honestly.

"Hmm, that's a good answer. You really don't need to have any other thoughts right now. The only thing you can do is practice your skills."

Zhao Feng nodded in satisfaction and said, "The martial arts hall assessment is right there. If you have the strength, you can pass. If you don't, thinking about it is useless. So the most important thing right now is to practice. Once your swordsmanship is perfected and your Qi and Blood Realm is also perfected, you will be a disciple of the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall."

"Three years! If you can break through to the perfect level of the Thunderclap Sword Technique within three years, I'll buy you all the Qi and Blood Pills needed to perfect your Qi and Blood cultivation!"

"Qi and Blood Pill?"

Mo Zheng's eyes lit up. In his eyes, the Martial Saint and the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall were all empty titles, but the Qi and Blood Pill was a real benefit.

"Master, are you really going to buy all the Qi and Blood Pills?"

"You should worry more about your swordsmanship. From today onwards, you no longer need to pay tuition. Come to the backyard to practice every day. You can borrow any of the martial arts manuals in the library at will. I will give you some pointers on swordsmanship every seven days."

Zhao Feng said solemnly, "I have only one requirement for you: within three years, you must cultivate the Thunderclap Sword Technique to its perfect level. Can you do that?!"

"I will do my best," Mo Zheng replied solemnly.

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