Seeing that Jiang He was spacing out, the white-clothed guru could not help asking, "What are you thinking, Jiang He?"
Coming to his senses, Jiang He took a sip of his Big Red Robe and smiled. "I'm thinking which is stronger, martial arts or immortal arts."
"The Great Dao is different. Both martial arts and immortal arts seek the Great Dao."
The white-clothed guru tilted his head in thought for a while before saying something completely irrelevant.
Then, Jiang He asked, "Old bro, your Diamond Sect has a long history. Don't you have any cultivation manuals beyond Zero Void?"
The white-clothed guru shook his head. "No, and according to the records in our sect, our ancestral master had only cultivated up to Zero Void."
Mastery of Zero Void was equal to mastery of Convergence-tier.
On the other hand, the ancestral master of the Diamond Sect was a person from over a thousand years ago. At the time, the immortal sects, demonic sects, and daemon cultivators had all sealed off their mountains, no longer teaching immortal arts or godly techniques. Martial arts had not developed for long either, and reaching this level was already impressive.
Jiang He could not help remembering the three human-headed tiger statues in the Diamond Sect's main temple …
A curious thought then occurred to him, "Could the ancestral master of the Diamond Sect be a daemonic cultivator?"
A daemonic cultivator founded a Buddhist sect?
Was that not possible?
"What about the Shaolin Temple? Isn't there a saying that all martial arts originate from the Shaolin Temple? Does this Xiaolin Temple have more profound martial arts techniques? "
The white-clothed guru continued shaking his head, gesturing that he did not know.
Then, Jiang He asked, "What about Mount Wudang?"
"The ancestral master of Mount Wudang was younger than you and Elder Guo, wasn't he? Did he cultivate martial arts or immortal arts? "
At the mention of the ancestral master of Mount Wudang, the white-clothed guru's eyes twinkled and he said, "The ancestral master of Mount Wudang was a natural born martial artist. He was a layman disciple of the Shaolin Temple, and later founded Mount Wudang. The other Holy Grounds had set up a test when he first established it, and the Diamond Sect had sent their elites, only to be defeated by the ancestral master of Mount Wudang."
"He was merely Void-tier back then, but who would have thought that he would sweep through the many elites of the Sky Demons alone over a dozen years later, displaying unmatched power."
Jiang He thought then and asked, "What realm was the ancestral master of Mount Wudang then?"
"Above the Void Interpretation Realm."
The white-robed master said, "During that battle, I was in the middle of reincarnation, so I did not participate in it. Last time I chatted with the Great Ancestor of the Guo Clan, I heard the Great Ancestor of the WuTang Mountain should have entered the Omnipotent Realm of Martial Arts, which was why he was able to break through the void and leave."
"Of course, we are only guessing as to whether or not there will really be such a realm after reaching the Void Interpretation Realm. That Wudang Mountain's ancestor only mentioned it once."
？？？
Question marks filled Jiang He's head?
What the hell?
The strongest martial artist?
Shattering the void?
However, according to the Taixu Sect, the founding master of Mount Wudang should have been the last person on Earth to become an immortal.
Could it be …
After the Void Transformation Realm, one would be at the Immortal Realm?
Omnipotent Realm?
Shattering the void?
This meant that he had already grasped the profundities of the Law of Space. Even if he were to go all out, he wouldn't be able to break the space. Didn't that mean that the realm after the Void Interpretation Realm was equivalent to the Immortal Realm?
That did not mean that it was easier to reach the Immortal Realm in martial arts compared to immortal arts. Instead, it only meant that the martial arts realm was not complete, and it was more difficult to ascend!
Immortal Dao was divided meticulously from Yuan Spirit, Convergence-tier, Sufferance-tier to Mahayana-tier, and how one should cultivate and what one should grasp at every step. However, martial arts did not have that.
How could it be easy for a single tier of immortal arts to do the things of multiple tiers?
Jiang He pondered once more.
The white-clothed guru asked in confusion, while Jiang He breathed a long sigh. "Martial artists' cultivation is arduous, and it hasn't been long since the development of martial arts. There are many tiers that are incomplete, which is why I want to create a martial cultivation manual to complete the later tiers, so that the martial artists would have something to look forward to."
The white-clothed guru promptly became respectful and said, "Brother Jiang He, I offer you a toast with tea in place of wine and on behalf of the martial artists of the world … but do you know how difficult it is to accomplish it?"
Jiang He took a sip of his Big Red Robe and sighed. "That's right. Creating a cultivation manual is very difficult, and I know that very well. Still, for the future of all martial artists, no matter how difficult it is, I would not stop my path of creating a martial cultivation manual!"
If push comes to shove …
I'll just have to spend some more brain cells after my farm levels up!
Moreover, some of the restrictions before were much smaller after my farm leveled up. Without so many restrictions and rules, creating a cultivation manual would not be as difficult as before, would it?
Of course, the white-clothed guru would not know what Jiang He was thinking. He could not help admiring Jiang He even more, and downed his cup of Big Red Robe in one gulp before saying somberly, "True national scholars are peerless!"
The two chatted over tea and tea for two whole hours. It was already dawn when the white-clothed guru bid farewell with a fist-palm salute.
Jiang He tried to persuade him to stay, but the white-clothed guru said, "I've just ascended, so I'm going to stay in Lingzhou City for a while to stabilize my cultivation. I could have tea and talk with you anytime, Brother Jiang He."
Whoosh!
He turned into a flash and disappeared from where he was.
After seeing off the white-clothed guru, Jiang He entered his farm and began to plant spirit stones and mystic treasures.
Right now, he had countless spirit stones and mystic treasures on him, and Jiang He would not be interested in the lower-grade ones … Jiang He did some calculations and realized that he would probably earn over a billion Farm Points after he planted all the mystic treasures and mystic treasures from the Buddhist Sect and the initiation pellets from the Superpower Research Department, and he could level up his farm then.
After planting the spirit stones, Jiang He yawned.
Recently, Jiang He had not had a good night's sleep after several consecutive high-intensity battles, not to mention that he had used the Twenty-Three Swords multiple times, which left him utterly exhausted.
"I'll collect the spirit stones tomorrow …"
"Moreover, now that the problem at hand is resolved for the time being, it's time to plan my sleep schedule. After all, it's not good to have day and night reversed for too long."
With that thought in mind, Jiang He left his farm and headed to his bedroom in his mansion.
Yes.
He definitely had to plan his sleep schedule well.
After all, as the old saying goes, sleeping early and waking up early is good for the body, and staying up late every day is not a good idea.
"From now on, I'll wake up at eight-thirty, eat breakfast, go to work at nine, rest for two hours at noon, farm in the afternoon, and get off work at six … Moreover, I could use the time before my farm level up to go for a walk outside and settle my farm modification plan ahead of schedule."
Be that as it may …
After waking up from his sleep, Jiang He had a deep understanding of what it meant by 'changes can't beat plans'.
Rubbing his bleary eyes, he checked the time on his phone —
Gasp!
Jiang He could not help inhaling sharply, exclaiming in shock, "It's already thirteen twenty-four?"
"And here I was thinking of working from nine to five … forget it, I'll start tomorrow."
Jiang He went downstairs and had his lunch.
After Sora was done washing the dishes and Boa was cleaning the house, Jiang He leaned back on the sofa and got the Seven Fairy Maidens to perform a dance for him to liven things up.
That was when two powerful auras wafted from outside.
Soon, an energetic voice spoke, "Mister Jiang, I am Heng Yuan of the Spirit Mountain, and I have brought my disciple here to apologize."
Two monks had arrived outside Jiang He's house.
They stopped when they noticed the array outside Jiang He's house.
Jiang He stepped out of his yard to find that the stocky monk from last night had brought an old monk with him. The old monk was wearing a kasaya and holding a Buddhist staff, and appeared quite imposing. He raised a hand and chanted a Buddhist mantra, "Amitabha. This humble monk is Heng Yuan. Greetings, Mister Jiang."
Jiang He smiled. "Did you bring the item, Master Heng Yuan?"
Even as he spoke, he took a closer look at the monk.
A full-fledged Mahayana.
His cultivation was not bad, and most importantly, his qi and blood were abundant despite his aged face. His mastery in physique was not weak, and he was probably at the third or fourth level of Sufferance.
The monk quietly studied Jiang He as well, and could not help a glint flashing in his eyes as he became even more respectful toward Jiang He.
He took out a Spatial Ring and handed it to Jiang He, saying a bunch of stuff about how his disciple was blind, but Jiang He waved him off impatiently, saying, "Master Heng Yuan, I've received the Spirit Mountain's Buddhist Sect's sincerity. I have other matters to attend to, so I won't keep you company."
He promptly turned and entered his yard.
The smile on Heng Yuan's face stiffened, whereas the stocky monk beside him frowned and whispered, "Master …"
"Shut up!"
Heng Yuan barked. "Let's go. Back to Spirit Mountain!"
Even with his Buddhist mastery, he could not help getting angry. It was not Jiang He's arrogance, but that his disciple … was too much of a pain. There were five thousand mediocre-grade spirit stones and five hundred superior-grade spirit stones …
Not to mention three premium-grade sage items and one demi-immortal item.
Even with the Spirit Mountain's profound Buddhist Sect, they were bleeding a lot this time.
After leaving Jiang He's house, the stocky monk said somberly, "Master, Jiang He is blind …"
Heng Yuan shot his disciple a look and cut him off, saying, "Be careful with your words. The world has yet to fully erupt, and Spirit Mountain's early entry into the realm is a mistake in the first place. Don't mention it again, and I'll suggest sealing the mountain again when we get back. We'll talk about it after the Buddhas return."
…
[Ding!]
[+ 100 Farm Points.]
[Ding …]
Inside his farm.
Jiang He was incredibly busy.
He harvested batch after batch of spirit stones.
He busied himself until lunchtime, when Jiang He received a call from Old Mu, who instructed, "Dumbo, Trumbo, head to Jingdu City and bring me the initiation pellets. I'm going to Jingdu City to take care of something."
Both Dumbo and Trumbo cheered and left on their daemonic clouds.
Meanwhile, Jiang He drove the sports car he had not driven for a long time to Lingzhou City.
First, he went to Cheng Dongfeng.
Cheng Dongfeng was very friendly when he saw Jiang He, calling him grand-master very sweetly. Jiang He smiled. "I've come to you today mainly because I have something for you."
Cheng Dongfeng was delighted.
Right now, Jiang He was extraordinary.
He would be rich if he got even a little from his fingernails.
And yet, the smile on Cheng Dongfeng's face froze in the next instant.
Jiang He took out around eighty mineral water bottles and threw them all over the floor, saying, "I know you like to pick up bottles, so I've kept all the bottles you've been drinking recently."
Cheng Dongfeng was dumbstruck.
Unable to decide whether to laugh or cry, he asked, "Grand-Master, are those bottles I picked up even bottles? Those are the leftover Origin Fluid you drank … eh? "
Suddenly, his eyes widened as he stared at one of the mineral water bottles that still had more than half a bottle left.
He lunged at it.
Twisting the cap.
A fragrant aroma wafted to his nose.
Half a bottle of Origin Fluid?
Jiang He could not help laughing, a look of envy appearing in his eyes as he sighed in wonder. "I really envy you when I think about it … half a bottle of rank-nine Origin Fluid could bring you joy. I, on the other hand, would never experience such joy even if a small mountain of spirit stones were piled before me."
Cheng Dongfeng, who was counting bottles in delight, did a double take, and promptly felt that the half-bottle of Origin Fluid in his hand did not taste as good anymore.
(PS: I still have to go out later, and there's no telling when I'll be back tonight. If I'm late, I'll still have one chapter left, and I'll be free tomorrow. Sorry about that.)
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