Actually, his Martial Path Ascension was also a kind of method. It was just that he was the only one who could cultivate it from Founding Emperor Era until now.
And before Founding Emperor Era, there had never been an existence like him.
As Martial Arts Heavenly Teacher, the old farmer placed all his energy on the martial path and didn't know anything else. It was because he had no distractions that he was called the Great Emperor of the Martial Path!
Since ancient times, he was the number one person on the martial path!
If he was like Qin Mu and liked to do things here and there, he wouldn't have the achievements he had today.
Focus was the key to his success.
Even so, Qin Mu creating twenty-six kinds of seventh divine treasure in one go was still a huge blow to him.
Before Qin Mu created twenty-six kinds of seventh divine treasure, Fugaku had already created the Builder Tree Innate Divine Bridge. That kind of achievement was also incomparably astonishing. A single Builder Tree connected heaven and earth, connecting all the divine treasures into one.
What was even more terrifying was that the Builder Tree Innate Divine Bridge had made his Martial Path Ascension much easier. It allowed Hu Bugui to ascend from the Builder Tree and cross the void to the celestial palace.
Even though the old farmer was stubborn, he was already convinced by Qin Mu and Fugaku's blows. Now, the blow had just doubled.
"I hate these smart people the most. They always say that I'm stupid, that I didn't work hard, that I didn't learn. I only thought for a moment and gave you twenty-six ways to solve the problem. These baddies want to write 'I'm smarter than you' on their faces and wait for you to praise them! "
He had suffered a blow in his early years. Woodcutter, Scholar, and Fisherman were all smarter than him, making him feel that he was the stupidest among the four of them.
This kind of blow had accompanied Founding Emperor Era for twenty thousand years, and it made him full of complaints.
The old farmer tried his best to make himself look more benevolent and said warmly, "There are twenty-six ways to solve it, so why do you still want to destroy the Paramita Divine Treasure?"
Qin Mu said with a smile, "I have only deduced these twenty-six ways, and I haven't tested them one by one. After a round of testing, I will pick out the simplest one for senior uncle. Senior uncle can then impart it to the martial arts practitioners of Bullfighting World and solve their pain of not having a divine bridge. "
"Pick the simplest one …"
The old farmer felt that his benevolent countenance could distort at any moment and become sinister. He hurriedly stabilized himself and said with a smile, "Keep the Paramita Divine Treasure, there's no need to destroy it. Just open the second kind of divine treasure. If you keep them, you can also gain a portion of magic power. "
Qin Mu was stunned. He clapped his hands and praised, "Martial Uncle, you're really smart. You're worthy of being the Great Emperor of Martial Arts. I didn't think of this!"
The old farmer was rather pleased and thought to himself, 'These smart people tend to get stuck in a dead end.'
"However, with so many divine treasures stuffed into my body, it's a mess. It's annoying."
Qin Mu thought for a moment and said, "I feel that some of the divine treasures might not be needed. More of them would be a burden … Senior Uncle, wait a moment. I need to calculate if my corporeal body can contain so many divine treasures!"
The old farmer's eyebrows twitched, and he gave a sound of acknowledgment. He then saw Qin Mu's hands spread outwards, and his vital qi constructed the algebra model of the human body and the algebra model of the divine treasures. He then snapped his fingers gently, and the divine treasures expanded rapidly.
Qin Mu walked among the divine treasures and observed in detail. Suddenly, another ball of vital qi flew out and transformed into a celestial palace. Southern Heavenly Gate stood tall.
Qin Mu used his vital qi to transform into twenty-six kinds of divine treasures and laid them out one by one. He tried to contain these divine treasures under Southern Heavenly Gate.
The old farmer looked in detail and realized that he couldn't understand. He snorted and thought to himself, 'Showing off!'
Qin Mu kept arranging them, and his brows furrowed tighter and tighter. After a long time, he pulled back his vital qi and shook his head. "Senior Uncle, you're thinking too simply. If it's an ordinary seventh divine treasure, Southern Heavenly Gate can only contain five to six divine treasures. However, there are some divine treasures that even Southern Heavenly Gate can't contain. They have to be connected to the celestial palace. I feel that one divine treasure is the best. There's no use in having too many divine treasures. "
The old farmer continued to look amiable. "In that case, I'll destroy your Paramita Divine Treasure first, and you can continue to ponder. I'll stay in the manor of the National Division. Get someone to call me after you open up the second divine treasure. "
Qin Mu hurriedly said, "Senior Uncle should stay here. The National Division has no money, so food and clothing will be a problem. Besides, I'm proficient in the art of healing, so I can treat senior uncle's injuries. "
"There's no need!"
The old farmer said stiffly. Suddenly, he softened his tone and said with a pleasant expression, "Your cultivation is more important, so I won't disturb you. There's a poison expert in the National Division called Fu Yuanqing. He's also proficient in the art of healing. I'll get him to treat me. "
Qin Mu said with a smile, "Fu Yuanqing is my senior brother, Little Poison King. Even though his art of healing isn't as good as mine, he's not bad. He can indeed treat senior uncle. In that case, I'll order someone to send some money to the manor of the National Division as senior uncle's expenses for these few days. "
The old farmer hurried him. "Quick, where's the exact location of your Paramita Divine Treasure?"
Qin Mu hurriedly pointed out the location of the Paramita Divine Treasure, and the old farmer pointed over without any explanation. With a boom, the Paramita Ark that Qin Mu had painstakingly built exploded and ceased to exist!
Qin Mu's vital qi trembled violently, and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. The old farmer was about to leave when Qin Mu hurriedly suppressed his injuries. "Senior uncle, this halo behind my head is a blessing from Mother Earth. Can senior uncle destroy it with martial power?"
"What's so difficult about that?"
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