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

Chapter 53 Invitation

"You've only been at the martial arts academy for two months, right?"

The headmaster looked at Mo Zheng with a smile, and without waiting for his reply, said, "If it were anyone else, I would definitely persuade him to exchange all these Blood-Awakening Herbs. But you are different. When you grow to my level in the future, you will definitely resent me."

"So, you should keep your half."

"Headmaster..."

Mo Zheng was somewhat puzzled.

"Don't understand? Then let me explain it to you. Remember, real treasures can't be bought with silver. Take this Blood-Awakening Grass, for example. It's easy to exchange it for silver, but it's extremely difficult to exchange it back."

The headmaster said, "There are many ways to earn money, but the Blood Awakening Grass is precious and rare. It cannot be cultivated by human hands, and its appearance is completely unpredictable. It depends entirely on luck to find it. Even a Martial Saint needs luck to find the Blood Awakening Grass!"

"You must know that bloodline martial artists are extremely rare. There are no more than five in the entire Great Yan. And each bloodline martial artist has no external skill bottlenecks for advancement. In fact, they can even increase their strength by one small realm by relying on the power of their innate bloodline. Unless you are two small realms stronger than them, you are no match for them at all."

"A bloodline martial artist can ensure a family's prosperity for at least another one or two hundred years. And the Blood Awakening Grass, which can activate bloodline talents, can you really measure its value in silver?"

"Only equally rare treasures are eligible to be exchanged for Blood Awakening Grass."

It turned out to be the case.

Mo Zheng nodded, already understanding the true value of the Blood-Awakening Grass.

A large family could certainly afford to spend 50,000 or 100,000 taels of silver, but where would they get the blood-awakening herb?

However, if a single Blood Awakening Grass can awaken a bloodline martial artist, it can ensure the prosperity of a large family for one or two hundred years. How much money can that earn?

No wonder the headmaster issued such a strict order, forbidding everyone from speaking out. If word got out, those families with bloodlines would do anything to get their hands on one.

However, bloodline warriors are truly terrifying. They can improve their martial arts realm without cultivating external skills. They can simply accumulate resources, and their cultivation speed must be frighteningly fast.

However, they are also very strong, capable of fighting across borders, and only martial artists two minor realms higher than them can match them.

No wonder the Great Yan court has been hunting down the Mo family for a thousand years and hasn't let up yet.

If the Mo family were to produce a Martial Saint who would be virtually invincible in the same realm, it would pose a significant threat to the rule of the Great Yan.

"Can you trust me? If you can, then leave all the Blood-Awakening Grass with me," the headmaster asked.

"How could you not trust the headmaster?"

Mo Zheng laughed. This old academy master was definitely a terrifying martial artist who was powerful even in the Visceral Realm. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made those teachers, who were also Visceral Realm martial artists, bow down.

If he wanted to steal the Blood-Awakening Grass, why would he have explained himself like that?

He took out the thirteen Blood-Awakening Herbs from the package and handed them over.

"Very good, I will keep them for you. We will announce to the outside world that you have exchanged them all for the Martial Arts Hall. If you want to use them, you can come to me to collect them."

After accepting the Blood-Awakening Grass, the headmaster's tone became serious. He said in a deep voice, "Remember, no matter who asks, you must say that the Blood-Awakening Grass is with me. I don't want to see a genius who has the potential to reach the Martial Saint realm perish because of such a trivial matter."

"Martial Saint, me?"

Mo Zheng was stunned; he hadn't expected the headmaster to have such high expectations of him.

At the same time, he also knew that this was definitely the headmaster protecting him. With his current strength, if the news of him possessing the Blood Awakening Grass spread, countless martial artists would come to hunt him down.

How is this behavior any different from a child carrying a gold brick in a bustling city?

He couldn't save it at all.

"Yes, it's you." The headmaster nodded and smiled, saying, "Those three guys, Wang He, still wanted to hide it from me, but they forgot that I am the headmaster. I have one of each of the Water Mirror Stones in all the secret realms of the Martial Arts Hall. When she sent a message saying that the Blood Awakening Grass had appeared, I retrieved the Water Mirror Stone from the Rejuvenation Secret Realm to check the situation."

"Little guy, do you have a real talent for the Twelve Wind-Riding Swords?"

He looked at Mo Zheng with satisfaction. If Wang He and the other two teachers could see things clearly, how could he not understand them?

After only two months in the martial arts hall, he was able to thoroughly comprehend the Gale Sword from the Twelve Wind Swords, and even incorporated some traces of the Strange Wind Sword and the Gale Sword. This demonstrates the young man's talent in swordsmanship.

Not to mention the calmness and courage the opponent displayed when vying for the Blood Awakening Grass, these are qualities that are indispensable for becoming a powerful martial artist.

"You flatter me, Master. I just happen to be extremely compatible with one or two of the sword techniques."

Mo Zheng felt a little embarrassed by the praise.

"Practice diligently, and do not be arrogant; this path is difficult."

The headmaster instructed, "Only when you truly comprehend the Twelve Swords of Wind will you have any hope of becoming a Martial Saint. Perhaps some of the sword moves will prevent you from making any progress, but you must not give up. You are young, and if you truly succeed on this path, your future will be limitless."

"Remember, there's no need to compete with others over short-term gains."

"Yes, Headmaster, I understand."

Mo Zheng nodded, finally understanding why the other party would tell him so many secrets and protect him so much.

They felt he had the potential to become a Martial Saint.

However, potential remains just potential until it is transformed into real strength.

Mo Zheng naturally didn't believe that he was really a martial saint.

A being at the Visceral Realm can command the winds and rains within a single state, and a Martial Saint is enough to shake the entire Great Yan Empire. Such a super existence is not so easy to achieve.

He doesn't know how many years it will take him to fully comprehend the Twelve Wind-Riding Swords before him.

"Let's go back, we'll talk as we walk."

The headmaster walked out of the valley, and Mo Zheng quickly followed. In the short time it took for the two of them to talk, all the teachers and disciples had disappeared without a trace.

Martial artists have far superior physical abilities compared to ordinary people, and their walking speed is no exception.

"You've made a great contribution by bringing out so many Blood Awakening Herbs and passing the inner sect assessment. In addition to a second-tier weapon, the sect will also give you an extra reward. Is there anything you want?" the headmaster asked.

The reward for a second-tier weapon was originally only given to the inner disciples who performed best in the assessment, but now that the Blood Awakening Grass is also included, a single second-tier weapon is not enough.

After the conversation, Mo Zheng gained a deeper understanding of the preciousness of the Blood Awakening Grass. With enough luck, a single plant could easily create a powerful bloodline warrior.

The hall would naturally be generous in rewarding those thirteen Blood-Awakening Herbs for their value.

He already had all the weapons and armor, and as for money, he also had items he had robbed from others, which were quite valuable. What more could he need?

"This disciple does not know what I need," Mo Zheng replied honestly.

"Don't know? Well, you stripped those little guys clean in the Rejuvenation Realm and got a lot of good stuff, not to mention the common items."

The headmaster recalled what had happened in the secret realm and couldn't help but laugh, saying, "This is the first time I've met such an interesting little fellow. Those lads like Li Zhujie will probably be laughed at for the rest of their lives."

Mo Zheng could only force a smile; he had indeed gone a bit too far in what he had done.

But what can you do when you're poor?

Poverty makes people lose their ambition.

They were all fellow disciples from the martial arts academy, so I couldn't kill them. I could only borrow some money from them.

"When Lan Jun made a great contribution, I gave him a thousand-year-old Bodhi seed. This seed can help people comprehend cultivation techniques and break through bottlenecks. You are cultivating the Twelve Swords of Wind, and you will encounter many problems in the future. There is only one seed left in the treasure vault of the hall, so I will give it to you."

The headmaster smiled and said, "If you're lucky, you might even achieve a state of enlightenment through this. You should make good use of it."

External martial arts training relies entirely on one's own comprehension.

And the thousand-year-old Bodhi seed, a treasure that can enhance comprehension, would probably drive any martial artist crazy.

This is different from the Blood Awakening Grass, since the Blood Awakening Grass only works on bloodline martial artists, while the Thousand-Year Bodhi Seed can be effective on any martial artist!

No wonder Lan Jun cultivated so quickly, reaching the Unity Realm in just three years. Besides his own talent, this treasure probably played a significant role as well.

"Thank you very much, Headmaster!"

Mo Zheng thanked him gratefully. Of course, he wouldn't be foolish enough to refuse; it was obvious that the headmaster was intentionally cultivating him.

"You deserve it. I will send someone to deliver it to you when I get back."

The headmaster stopped and said with a smile, "That's enough for now, I still have some things to take care of."

The two had already left the valley, and the outline of the martial arts hall could be seen ahead.

"Finally, congratulations on passing the assessment and officially joining the sect. I'm looking forward to seeing who you will choose as your teacher."

With a smile at Mo Zheng, the headmaster left these words and his figure appeared in the distance, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"What does joining a sect mean?"

Mo Zheng scratched his head, feeling completely bewildered.

"Never mind, let's go to the Treasure Shop to exchange for contribution points and silver notes first, then go back and take a good shower and rest. This trip is exhausting."

Shaking his head to clear his mind, Mo Zheng strode towards the Treasure Pavilion. He would know what he needed to know, and the headmaster's seemingly cryptic words must have their reasons.

In the Treasure Pavilion, thirteen Rejuvenating Herbs plus elixirs were exchanged for a total of 23,400 taels of silver.

Mo Zheng had also appraised You Chendong's second-tier armor. It was made primarily from the scales of a second-tier silver-scaled two-headed snake, mixed with several rare metals, making it extremely valuable.

Just like human martial artists, the flesh and skin realm is divided into levels such as cowhide, stone skin, and copper skin. Similarly, demonic beasts in the same realm are also divided into strong and weak.

The Azure Flame Bird is a first-tier high-grade demon beast, while the Silver Scale Two-Headed Serpent is a second-tier high-grade demon beast with extremely strong defense. The armor made from its serpent scales is difficult for even a master of the Bone and Tendon Realm to break through. It is considered a high-grade second-tier armor and is worth 30,000 taels of silver.

You Chendong is indeed from a wealthy family; he's rich.

Not only did he wear armor, but among the pills he carried was a Creation Pill. No matter how severe the injury, as long as he swallowed it, he could save his life. It sold for a full five thousand taels of silver.

It can be said that he contributed a large part of Mo Zheng's gains this time.

Including the silver notes he plundered from others, Mo Zheng's trip to the Rejuvenation Realm yielded a total of 35,000 taels of silver, a second-tier soft armor worth 30,000 taels, and a second-tier longsword worth 10,000 taels—a truly bountiful harvest.

"It seems that Junior Brother Mo is the biggest winner of this Rejuvenation Realm assessment."

The disciple in charge of the Treasure Pavilion said, "Please keep your inner disciple waist token and this silver seal from the Six Doors safe. Congratulations."

"Thanks."

Mo Zheng took all the items and walked out of the Treasure Pavilion.

Martial artists can still make money, and the headmaster was right to advise him not to exchange for the Blood Awakening Grass.

He has no shortage of money now, and even if he exchanges for contribution points or silver coins, he can only stare at them helplessly, unable to use them at all.

Back in the courtyard, I washed up and changed into a clean and refreshing robe.

Mo Zheng picked up the testing stone and began to test the strength of his own stone skin layer.

"Hmm, you still have some capacity left?"

Mo Zheng lifted the 6,000-jin boulder and still felt he had plenty of strength left, which surprised him somewhat.

It should be noted that the strength of a Stone Skin level martial artist is approximately four to six thousand jin, with six thousand jin being the limit for such a martial artist.

Six thousand five hundred jin was still not the limit. When he switched to a seven thousand jin test stone, Mo Zheng began to feel the strain.

"Seven thousand jin, even a copper-skinned martial artist only has seven to eight thousand jin of strength."

Mo Zheng clicked his tongue in amazement. The effect of the Azure Flame Bird was much stronger than he had imagined, directly allowing him to cultivate to the Stone Skin level, with strength comparable to a Copper Skin Realm martial artist.

However, it may be more due to the power of thought.

With his psychic powers, he refined his physical body more meticulously, making his foundation more solid. Breakthroughs at the same level brought greater growth, and this accumulated strength is what he is experiencing now. His power has directly leaped over a minor realm.

What about telekinesis?

With a thought, the testing stone weighing tens of thousands of kilograms immediately floated up.

not enough.

Feeling relieved, Mo Zheng continued to lift the thousand-pound testing stone beside him; that was enough.

Eleven thousand catties of mental power!

According to the records of the Martial Arts Hall, a martial artist who has just broken through to the Bone and Tendon Realm has a strength of 10,000 jin.

In other words, his mental power is stronger than that of many experts in the Bone and Tendon Realm.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

As the test stone fell to the ground, Mo Zheng manipulated the four pebbles to levitate, weaving various complex trajectories in the air and constantly changing positions, dazzling the eye. Yet, each pebble contained an extremely terrifying power.

With someone monitoring him in the Rejuvenation Realm, Mo Zheng could only scratch the surface of the mental power test. After returning to the courtyard, he could naturally be more unrestrained.

shhhhh!

Two more pebbles floated up from the ground. However, with the addition of these two, the speed and force of the six pebbles slowed down. As their trajectories changed, bang bang!

Four of the pebbles collided with each other and turned into dust.

"It can multitask, but it can only be perfectly controlled when there are four pebbles. I still need to buy four more second-tier throwing knives."

Having tested his limits, Mo Zheng considered buying weapons. Compared to top-tier weapons like swords and spears, throwing knives were much cheaper, smaller, and made of less material. Ten throwing knives couldn't even match the material used in a single sword, and they were also much cheaper, so there wasn't much of a financial burden.

If he were to buy four second-tier longswords, he would surely empty Mo Zheng's savings once again.

Boom boom boom!

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Junior Brother Mo, are you inside?" a male voice called out.

"Yes, just a moment."

Mo Zheng withdrew his mental power, and the remaining two pebbles fell. Only then did he step forward and open the courtyard gate. Outside stood a young man in his twenties, dressed in black robes. He was burly, had a capable demeanor, and a black mole on the corner of his mouth.

"I am Fang Yang, and I greet Junior Brother Mo."

The young man bowed respectfully and said with a smile, "My teacher wishes to meet Junior Brother Mo. Would it be convenient for him to come with me?"

Upon hearing this name, Mo Zheng's expression shifted.

Fang Yang is ranked fourth on the True Transmission Stele!

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