After bidding Jiang He farewell, Wang Hou flew back to Jingdu City.
He was still a little dumbfounded even after he had returned.
What he saw today was like a dream.
Wang Hou felt that every corner of the world was filled with thick malice against him!
Damn it!
He had been cultivating so hard, secluding himself in martial arts every day, and yet he could not compare to Jiang He's cultivation in half a day?
Sigh!
He breathed a long sigh.
Beside him, Wang Hou's secretary, Old Zhou could not help asking, "What's wrong, Minister Wang?"
Wang Hou flashed a pained smile. "Comparisons are odious. I've been cultivating hard for over a hundred and ten years to achieve what I have today, and I was feeling smug at first. Who would have thought that compared to Jiang He …"
Secretary Zhou was dumbstruck.
Right now, Old Zhou was divine-conversion, the second tier of divine-tier.
Even though the MAD's resources were slowly increasing and he could command them as he pleased with his authority, Wang Hou usually did not care about anything. Secretary Zhou had to worry about all matters in the MAD, and he did not have much time to cultivate at all, which was why his cultivation stagnated after ascending to divine-tier.
Even his second-tier divine-tier was thanks to the Qi Feedback of Earth's Martial Dao when Wang Hou pioneered the Martial Dao.
He turned towards Wang Hou with a rather resentful look and muttered, "Minister Wang, if those immortals who are still Golden Immortals after thousands of years of cultivation heard what you said, they would all gang up on you."
Don't you know what's going on with you?
Cultivating for over a hundred and ten years …
Did that not include the hundred years of accelerated time in the Star Map as well?
A hundred and ten years of cultivation is equal to a hundred and ten thousand years of cultivation for others, and yet you're complaining?
As for Jiang He?
Secretary Zhou smiled. "Let's not compare ourselves to Jiang He, Minister Wang. Jiang He is not to be measured with common sense, and his talent …"
At this point, Secretary Zhou felt that something was wrong. He changed his tone and cursed, "His situation is exactly the same as the main characters in novels. There's no difference."
"That's reality, not fiction. Or does Jiang He have a cheat code?"
Wang Hou could not help laughing.
Being a modern person, who would not have read a few novels?
Waving him off, he said seriously, "Secretary Zhou, notify every martial artist above divine-tier in the Hua Nation to come to the MAD for a meeting."
"In addition, this meeting can be conducted in an encrypted live broadcast. Those who are Martial Dao Rank-7 and above are qualified to listen to this meeting through the internet."
"Moreover, the elites stationed around the military and the Martial Arts Department (MAD) who are unable to leave their posts to attend the meeting could also join via the internet."
Secretary Zhou was shocked.
For them to make such a big fuss … it was likely that something big had happened.
He did not ask for the reason. Instead, he quickly left Wang Hou's office and found his assistant. He said, "Bring some people to set up the meeting room immediately. There will be an extremely important meeting in a moment."
After giving his instructions, he went straight to the Intelligence Department and said, "Everyone, put down your work for a while and help me contact the rank-7, rank-8, and rank-9 martial artists from all over the world. Inform them to attend the online conference on time … Oh right, inform the Extraordinaires of the same rank too."
"Section Chief Li, Xiao Wang, Xiao Zhou, Xiao Liu, come with me to contact the other divine-tier elites."
Secretary Zhou was swift and decisive in his work, never dragging his feet at all.
The intelligence department could contact most Rank-7, Rank-8, and Rank-9 Sino Nation martial artists, Awakened Transcendents, and even Divine-tier powerhouses. Secretary Zhou had most of the contact details of powerhouses that the intelligence department could not reach.
Soon, veins of powerful auras tore through the air and flew towards Jingdu City.
Old Master Lin.
Dong Haichuan, founding master of the Eight Trigrams School.
Yang Luchan of the Taiji School.
Elder Guo, who had just ascended to Zero Void a few days ago. Even the elites of the five Holy Grounds of Martial Arts had arrived.
By nightfall, most of the martial artists above divine-tier had arrived at the Martial Arts Department (MAD) of Jingdu City.
Wang Hou was seated at the main seat in the vast meeting room, with Secretary Zhou standing beside him. "Minister Wang," he said, "aside from some elites who could not leave their strongholds or those who had entered the wildlands or overseas for training, every elite above rank-9 in the Hua Nation has arrived."
Wang Hou nodded.
In the meeting room, the many martial artists were rather puzzled as to why Wang Hou would gather everyone. While they appeared to be sitting quietly on their chairs, they were actually conversing with each other through acoustics without end.
Some of them were puzzled and asked questions.
Wang Hou slowly rose to his feet.
The atmosphere at the scene seemed to have changed. Even the secret acoustics conversations stopped, and every martial artist and Awakened were looking at Wang Hou with reverence and passion in their eyes.
Wang Hou was a legendary idol in the hearts of the Hua Nation martial artists.
Even divine-tier and Void-tier elites respected and worshipped Wang Hou.
Wang Hou looked around with a solemn expression. Suddenly, he smiled with some joy on his face and said, "It has been more than eleven years since the revival of spiritual qi. Over the past eleven years, Hua Nation has gone from struggling at the beginning of the revival of spiritual qi to clearing the threat of feral beasts in Hua Nation. It was all thanks to everyone's concerted efforts."
There were not many martial elites in the Hua Nation at the start.
In fact, a year ago, the number of divine-tier elites in the entire country, including the secluded clans, secluded sects, and the five sacred grounds of martial arts, was actually not that many. There were less than forty of them at most.
But now, there were more than fifty divine-tier martial artists and a thousand grandmasters under the Martial Arts Department (MAD)'s system.
There were fewer martial elites in the military compared to the MAD, but there were no less than forty divine-tier martial artists.
There were also more than twenty martial artists at divine-tier and more than a thousand Martial Dao Grandmasters. In addition to the various secluded sects, families, and the five sacred grounds of martial arts, there were now more than two hundred people at divine-tier and above in the Hua Nation. There were close to five thousand Martial Dao Grandmasters, and the number was still growing.
It was also related to Jiang He's rise and quelling the Feral menace.
It was also related to the Hua Nation's substantial resources after defeating the Sky Demon legion and the legion of the Hundred Races Alliance.
Of course.
The biggest reason was that Wang Hou's founding of martial arts had brought prosperity to Earth's martial arts, triggering the Twelve Bronze Men that kept the ley lines under control, which in turn led to the revival of Earth's Dao and the second revival of Earth's Qi.
After some polite words of encouragement, Wang Hou's tone suddenly turned serious, and his tone changed as he said in a low voice, "All of you are martial artists, and you may have cultivated the path of immortality as well. However, you should have realized that cultivating the path of immortality is much more difficult than martial arts on Earth."
"Even so, it has only been two thousand years since the development of martial arts."
"Although I have cultivated martial arts to the level of Golden Immortals … it is the pinnacle of martial arts at the moment!"
"But things are different from now on!"
"Mister Jiang He had secluded himself at home for days, studying hard and creating a brand-new martial cultivation method that breaks the shackles. He has created a brand-new system of martial arts, and it is not impossible for him to become a martial elite who could match Grand Luo, Demi-Saint, or even Saint!"
It was a day that marked a century for the martial arts legacies on Earth.
Wang Hou demonstrated the first five tiers of the Martial Scripture to the many martial elites present.
On the second day, Wang Hou held a press conference to reveal the cultivation method of the first four tiers of the Martial Scripture to the entire nation, as well as abolishing the martial artist assessment system. And now …
Only those who had cultivated up to the third-tier of the Martial Scripture could be considered a true martial artist.
As for the cultivation methods beyond the fourth tier of the Martial Scripture …
That required a certain amount of merit points, which could only be exchanged for and purchased.
The world was shocked.
The world of cultivators was shaken!
Many cultivators began to ask around, and when they learned that Jiang He had created the cultivation method and that he himself had cultivated up to the twelfth-tier of martial arts and could match Golden Immortals …
They knew then that the rise of martial arts on the homeworld was unstoppable.
From now on, immortal arts were fated to decline on the homeworld …
The various immortal sects that remained on Earth began to discuss about relocating their sects.
After all, neither Wang Hou nor Jiang He would teach them even if they stayed on the homeworld …
Time flew.
It was summer in the blink of an eye.
On the first of June.
Jiang He, who had been slacking off for a long time, was living a comfortable life. At the moment, he was sunbathing on the beach in his farm, while Boa Hancock, Sora, Hu Mei, the willow tree, the Seven Fairy Maidens, and the other beauties were playing beach volleyball in bikinis …
Tut, tut.
Lifting his sunglasses, Jiang He glanced over.
Jiang He could not help clicking his tongue in wonder …
This was really …
The waves were surging!
After feeling emotional, Jiang He pondered.
Recently, for some reason …
He felt that his sleep quality was declining.
Every night, it was very difficult for him to fall asleep. He would often find a group of maids to have a good time and stay up until four or five in the morning before he could fall asleep … He slept until two or three in the afternoon. After eating, he wanted to sleep in the afternoon, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard he tried.
"Sigh!"
Jiang He sat up.
He looked out into the distance.
He had found the reason why his sleep quality was declining …
"The Yuan Killer Sword, the Nether River Patriarch … the Daemon Foxes of Green Hill …"
"I must be worried that they would retaliate, which is why I'm feeling anxious, and unknowingly affecting my sleep quality …"
As for the real reason …
Who cares!
After all, being a full-fledged Grand Luo cultivator and a Grotto-Heaven martial artist, Jiang He believed that his physique was excellent, sturdy, and healthy.
Since he was healthy, the lack of sleep every day must be a mental issue.
After musing to himself for a long time, Jiang He muttered, "Should I make some time and head to the celestial battlefield? Should I seek out the Nether River Patriarch and the Green Hill Foxes and explain things? "
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