(I believe everyone wants to know what is above the Minute Subtlety.)
The main road of the Martial Wind City was wide enough to allow three carriages to travel side by side.
On both sides of the main road, there were many shops.
In an ordinary teahouse, Chen Zong and Li Zhenshi sat opposite each other. In front of them was a bowl of hot tea and a plate of ordinary pastries. Compared to the Rising Dragon Assembly, the difference was incomparable. But Li Zhenshi also picked up the pastries and put them in his mouth without any disdain. This made Chen Zong's impression of him improve by a little.
"Above the Minute Subtlety, there is indeed a realm." Li Zhenshi smiled slightly, saying neither quickly nor slowly. Wearing a white martial robe, his handsome appearance and elegant aura attracted the attention of many. For a time, he became the focus of the teahouse. Even many passersby turned their heads to look at him, especially the young girls.
"Brother Li, can you tell me?" Chen Zong's eyes were filled with hope. In the depths of his voice, there was a trace of indescribable excitement.
"Of course. Although this has not been spread outside, it is also not a special secret." Li Zhenshi smiled. "It's just that the records of this realm in my Li family are not very complete and clear. I will tell you what I know."
"In fact, the Minute Subtlety realm is already the end of the martial arts realm. Because the realm above can be considered a martial arts realm, but also a martial arts realm." Li Zhenshi said seriously. "That realm is called the True Secret Realm. It can also be called the True Secret Realm."
"True Secret … True Secret Realm …" Chen Zong muttered to himself. From these few words, he could faintly understand a kind of mystery.
The martial arts realms created by the predecessors were based on a foundation and mystery. For example, the Perfect Realm was to cultivate a martial art to the extreme and comprehend the essence within. It was like drawing a circle with a pen. There was a beginning and an end. This was called Perfect.
For example, the Minute Subtlety Realm was to break the original limit of martial arts. Jumping out of the circle, jumping from the so-called circle to the outside of the circle, from being bound by the circle to being able to control the circle. The application of one's strength and martial arts would reach a whole new level. Using the smallest amount of strength to achieve the greatest effect, it symbolized using a small amount of strength to fight against a big opponent.
In that case, the Realm of True Secrets and the two words' True Secrets' must have a unique meaning.
"I don't know what the mystery of the True Secret Realm is, because no one in our Li family has ever practiced the sword technique above the Nuance Realm. However, according to the ancient books I've read since I was a child, there are vague records of it." Li Zhenshi recalled for a moment, "The so-called Realm of Truth is actually the understanding of martial arts that has surpassed the Realm of Minute Subtlety and reached a higher level, thus breaking the reorganization of martial arts and turning it into a neo martial arts that has the characteristics of martial arts and extends them to the extreme …"
"Can you understand it if I put it this way?" Li Zhenshi asked.
Chen Zong shook his head. Li Zhenshi's words were very messy. For a moment, he didn't understand what he meant.
"Alright, I don't know what I'm talking about either." Li Zhenshi's tone was rather helpless. "However, if you are able to comprehend the Truth Realm one day, don't be stingy. You must let me see it."
"Okay." Chen Zong agreed.
"Hearing your straightforward answer, I feel that you can comprehend the Truth Realm." Li Zhenshi smiled.
"Thank you for your kind words." Chen Zong smiled.
After chatting for a while, the two said goodbye to each other and left.
…
"The Truth Realm …"
"What kind of realm is that?"
"Breaking the original martial arts and extending it to become a new martial arts?"
On the way back to the clan hall, Chen Zong thought about it.
However, no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't figure it out. He knew too little, lacked enough guidance, and didn't have enough foundation. This was his own weakness.
"If I can read more martial arts manuals and enrich my martial arts knowledge, it might be helpful." Chen Zong thought to himself. In that case, he would have to squeeze out more time to read the miscellaneous manuals in the clan hall. Those didn't require contribution points.
"Chen Zong, you've made me wait for a long time."
As he approached the gate of the Earth Court, someone blocked his way. The voice was cold and harsh like the northern wind.
"Who are you?" Chen Zong was displeased that his thoughts were interrupted. He frowned and asked.
"Remember my name, Chen Waixiu, a disciple of the Heaven Court." The person seemed to feel superior because he was from the Heaven Court.
"What's the matter?" Chen Zong's tone was somewhat impatient. No one would feel comfortable being interrupted for no reason.
"You've offended someone you shouldn't have. I'm going to teach you a lesson." Chen Waixiu sneered.
"Chen Waixiu, what are you doing in the Earth Court?" A shout came from the side. A skinny and short young man walked over like the wind. After glancing at Chen Zong, his eyes fell on Chen Waixiu's face. "Do you think the disciples of the Earth Court are easy to bully?"
"Loser, get lost." Chen Waixiu looked at the newcomer and smiled disdainfully.
"Let's fight again. Let's see who's the loser." The newcomer was anxious and angry.
"Get lost. Even if we fight a hundred more times, you'll still be a loser." Chen Waixiu waved his hand as if he was driving something away.
"Chen Waixiu, this is the Earth Court. You're not welcome here." Another calm voice sounded. Chen Waixiu turned around and his expression changed slightly.
"Chen Zhong, I'm here on Brother Chen He's orders. If you're unhappy, you can tell Brother Chen He." Chen Waixiu was fearless because he had someone backing him up.
"Chen He …" Chen Zhong and the others' expressions changed slightly. After all, Chen He was one of the top ten elite disciples and was ranked second.
"Chen Zong, if you obediently kneel and kowtow three times in front of Brother Chen He's courtyard, I'll let you go this time." Chen Waixiu smiled coldly and looked at Chen Zong as he threatened.
"Your cultivation is at the fourth level of the Qi and Blood realm, right?" Chen Zong suddenly asked.
The Clan Hall had a rule that disciples with higher cultivation were not allowed to attack disciples with lower cultivation unless the disciples with lower cultivation took the initiative to provoke them. Otherwise, it would be a violation of the rules. The lightest punishment would be 100 contribution points. The heaviest punishment would be to mine for a month without pay.
Mining for a month might not be a difficult task, but it would delay one's cultivation and cause them to lose face.
"Brother Chen Zong, he's indeed at the fourth level of the Qi and Blood realm. However, he's one year older than you. His cultivation has already reached the peak of the fourth level of the Qi and Blood realm," Chen Zhong said to Chen Zong with a serious tone.
"So? Will you obediently kneel and kowtow to Brother Chen He or let me teach you a lesson?" Chen Waixiu raised his fist and said proudly.
"Not even at the fifth level of the Qi and Blood realm after cultivating for a year …" Chen Zong shook his head.
"Looks like you've chosen the latter." Chen Waixiu's expression changed. He flew into a rage out of humiliation and threw a punch at Chen Zong's chest like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey.
The sound of metal clashing was ear-piercing and seemed to pierce through everyone's eardrums. The dazzling gleam of the sword flashed and a chill spread throughout his body. Chen Waixiu felt as if he was about to be pierced by a terrifying blade. He stopped abruptly and remained motionless.
The extremely sharp tip of the sword was an inch away from his throat. The chill made him shudder. The blood in his body felt as if it was about to freeze. His body felt numb and his hair stood on end. The skin on his neck stood up and goosebumps appeared.
"If you're so capable, don't use your sword." Chen Waixiu's face turned pale. It was too dangerous. Fortunately, he reacted quickly at that moment. Otherwise, he would've been finished. Little did he know that Chen Zong was confident in that move. Otherwise, his throat would've been pierced.
"You have two choices. One, my sword leaves a scar on your neck. Two, go back to where you came from." Chen Zong's eyes were sharp and piercing. His voice was calm, but it seemed to contain a trace of coldness.
Chen Waixiu hurriedly retreated and stared at Chen Zong unwillingly. He then looked at the sword in his hand and was shocked. He recognized that it was a treasure iron sword.
"Relying on your sword is nothing. Just you wait. Offending Brother Chen He won't be forgiven so easily." Chen Waixiu left angrily after saying those words.
"Brother Chen Zong, how did you offend Chen He?" Chen Zhong looked at the treasure iron sword in Chen Zong's hand with a face full of surprise. However, he didn't practice the sword, so he wasn't envious.
"Chen He is ranked second in the top ten elite disciples. How dare you offend him? You're overestimating yourself." The skinny and short teenager smiled coldly and turned to leave.
"It's nothing. Thank you, Brother Chen Zhong." Chen Zong smiled slightly. The reason was that he had rejected Chen He's entry into the fist technique group and had caused him to lose face at the Rising Dragon Assembly not long ago. In the end, it was just Chen He's own narrow-mindedness.
"We're all disciples of the Earth Courtyard, and we're all from Little Lake Town. We should unite and help each other. Junior Clan Brother, if you have any difficulties, feel free to look for me." Seeing that Chen Zong didn't want to talk about it, Chen Zhong tactfully didn't pursue the matter.
…
Just as Chen Waixiu said, it wasn't that simple. Not long after, more trouble came knocking on his door.
"Chen Zong, I'm Chen Kaiyue. I heard that you have a treasure iron sword. You're only at the fourth level of the Blood Qi realm. It's useless in your hands. Why don't you give it to me?" After the door was knocked and opened, a cold-faced person stood outside with a sword in his left hand. He was obviously a swordsman.
"How many contribution points are you willing to pay?" Chen Zong asked back.
"If you give me the sword, I'll owe you a favor." Chen Kaiyue frowned slightly and said stiffly.
"A favor …" Chen Zong smiled. He didn't care about a favor from Li Zhenshi, the young master of the Li family, let alone a favor from a mere disciple of the Heaven Court.
To put it bluntly, Chen Zong wasn't used to holding this treasure iron sword at first. However, now that he was used to it, he would continue to use it unless it was a last resort.
"Chen Zong, you're mocking me. I can take it as a provocation," Chen Kaiyue said with a sharp gaze that was like an unsheathed sword that was about to pierce through Chen Zong's eyes.
"You want to take it by force?" Chen Zong smiled and closed the door.
"Chen Zong, don't regret this," Chen Kaiyue's stiff and cold voice, with a hint of anger, traveled to Chen Zong's ears through the door.
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