"… Martial Masters can unlock stars in the single digits. Martial Grandmasters can unlock stars in the double digits. Martial Venerables can unlock stars in the triple digits. Martial Kings, on the other hand, are different. "
Lu Sheng took out a piece of paper. He used a charcoal pencil to draw a simple diagram of the human body's acupoints. He roughly marked out the positions of some stars.
"Martial Kings can unlock stars in the triple digits. They'll leave a spiritual mark in each star. That way, they'll be able to unleash more power with greater ease and speed."
He drew a few lines on the little person to represent the meridians and blood vessels.
"After that is Martial Monarchs. Martial Monarchs can unlock stars in the four digits. They'll also leave a spiritual mark in each of the stars. Once they circulate, their Qi and blood will connect to thousands of stars. Their power will be unparalleled, and they'll transcend mortality.
"Interesting … Martial Monarchs can reach the strength of 100 elephants. If I sense it closely, it's close to the level of a Divine Weapon Master. However, their combat strength is monotonous compared to a Divine Weapon Master. "
Lu Sheng tried to figure out what these stars were.
At first, he thought they were acupoints. However, upon closer inspection with his spirit, he discovered that they were not.
They were not acupoints, meridian nodes, or bloodline nodes. They did not even exist on flesh and blood.
Lu Sheng fiddled around in his room for an entire night. He could not figure anything out.
This concept of stars must be the most fundamental secret of this world. He was not in a hurry even if he could not figure it out in such a short time.
The news of Tang Qingqing being invited home must have reached his father, Pang Yuanjun. He was waiting for Pang Yuanjun's reaction.
Out of curiosity, Pang Yuanjun would return to the branch altar to investigate. When that time came, Lu Sheng would make a move to take him down.
However, before that, he might not be able to take Pang Yuanjun down with his current strength.
This was also the reason why he had been cultivating diligently for the past few days.
Although this world was just a world that collected Mental Energy, he still had to complete the karma of wishes. It was not easy for him to come across a karma of wishes. If he could not even complete it, it would be too much of a waste.
Over the past few days, Lu Sheng had also begun his plan to take complete control of the branch altar.
After taking control of the branch altar, he planned to forcefully derive the Straggling Star Path Toad Method. He wanted to see what he could derive with his martial path foundation.
…
…
Thousands of miles away, Feng Family Manor.
Thick smoke slowly drifted out from the tall and majestic black fortress in the distance like black lines. It continuously filled the air and dyed the originally clear clouds in the sky into a faint grayish-black color.
Four large flags were erected high on the four walls of the fortress. The flags fluttered in the wind and had a huge character for "Feng" written on them.
Hundreds of meters away from the fortress, the originally flat white ash ground was now covered in charred pits and dark red bloodstains.
Broken weapons and shields, as well as arrows that could be seen everywhere, became the most common sight on this battlefield.
"There's still four hours before the sky turns dark. I'm afraid we'll have to return empty-handed again today."
Pang Yuanjun looked at the Feng Family Villa in the black fortress from afar. His brows were tightly furrowed, and he was slightly frustrated.
He looked like a well-proportioned and robust middle-aged man.
He had a handsome face and an ice-cold temperament. He wore black leather gloves on his hands and two serrated broadswords hung on his waist. He wore a cyan cloak with black edges over his dark green clothes. The ends of the thick and heavy cloak fluttered slightly in the wind. At a glance, people could tell that he was the person with the highest status on this battlefield.
Behind Pang Yuanjun stood a tall man and a woman of different shapes.
The man had blond hair and a fierce appearance. He was at least in his sixties, but he carried a huge longbow on his back. A quiver of arrows hung diagonally from his waist. His arms drooped down as if he could shoot an arrow at any moment. This was Pang Yuanjun's right-hand man, Martial Emperor Yuan Shijian.
One of the woman's eyes was white. She was clearly blind. Her body was muscular and strong, and she was unusually voluptuous. Her frame was broad, but her curvaceous figure gave off an unusually well-proportioned and robust sense of beauty. She was like a jaguar that was slowly advancing through the forest.
This was Pang Yuanjun's most trusted person. She was also his right-hand man, the Mixed Elements Current Severing Hand, Liu Huanzhuang.
At this moment, Liu Huanzhuang was holding a black messenger pigeon in her hand. She gently removed the letter tied to the pigeon's leg and opened it to read.
"It's the mark of a branch. Sicheng's branch in Clear Dew City," she added.
"Sicheng? Let's take a look, "Yuan Shijian said.
On the other hand, Pang Sicheng's father, Pang Yuanjun, did not seem to mind at all. He did not even look in their direction. His gaze was fixed on the black fortress in the distance.
Liu Huanzhuang quickly read the contents of the letter. A strange expression appeared on her face.
"It says that the brat Sicheng has found the wife of the main altar master, Tang Qingqing, by accident. He's waiting in Clear Dew City right now. He wants you to go back, Yuanjun."
"Tang Qingqing? The Hequan Sect of the Grand One Sect is here to meddle? "Pang Yuanjun frowned.
"I don't think it's the Hequan Sect's idea …" Liu Huanzhuang waved the letter. Her expression became even more strange. "This was written by Sicheng himself. He said that because Tang Qingqing was deeply in love with you, she took the initiative to find him and begged him to bring her here … Your son also said that Tang Qingqing was even willing to kill herself to force him to do so. He had no choice but to drug her and tie her up, restricting her freedom to prevent a tragedy …"
"Uh … Is Tang Qingqing that sentimental?" Yuan Shijian was shocked.
"Don't worry about that. The Feng Family Villa is on the brink of defeat. I don't believe that my army of 10,000 from the Green Dew Altar can't take down a puny Feng Family Villa!" A hint of viciousness flashed across Pang Yuanjun's cold face.
He waved his arm.
"Pass down my order. Tomorrow morning, we'll attack the entire city! Bring that along as well! "
"Are we going to use that?" Liu Huanzhuang's expression became grim.
"If it's that, we won't have any problems this time. However, using it so early …" Yuan Shijian said hesitantly.
"It's alright. We'll attack with everything we have. I'd like to see how long the Feng Family Villa can last." A hint of violence flashed across Pang Yuanjun's eyes.
Pang Yuanjun was talented and bold. He was also in his prime and ambitious. He wanted to reverse the so-called Wood Buddha's prophecy. Moreover, his cultivation base was on the verge of a breakthrough. He could reach the peak of the Martial Emperor tier at any time.
Therefore, he went on expeditions to the east and found a random excuse to wipe out an entire family. Even the three great sects could not say anything about his arrogance.
There were no Martial Emperors in the three great sects. They only had peak Martial Emperors, but they outnumbered the 16 sects. On the surface, the three great sects had always been stronger than the 16 sects. However, the top few sects of the 16 sects were not weaker than them in terms of individual strength.
Martial Emperors were ethereal. There were only two who had left behind legends in the martial world. However, neither of them joined any organization. They were like wild cranes and clouds, appearing and disappearing from time to time.
Pang Yuanjun went on expeditions to dispel the prophecy. On the other hand, he was collecting other cultivation methods in an attempt to increase the number of his Ten Kill Stars.
Early the next morning.
The black army that surrounded the Feng Family Villa pushed out black, thick, and large cylindrical objects.
These objects had structures that looked like wheels attached to them. They looked heavy.
Then, they loaded the cannons and ignited the gunpowder. "Boom!"
Bolts of fire shot into the sky and landed at the edge of the city walls. The Feng Family Villa's fortress shook violently.
The cannon fire lasted until the afternoon. The city walls were finally breached. The cannons that had been pushed up were all useless. They had been used continuously at high temperatures. It was already an honor that they did not explode.
With the advantage of the cannon fire, the outer city walls of Feng Family Villa finally fell. Pang Yuanjun and the others gathered their troops and began the battle for the inner city walls.
… …
"Kill!"
Pang Yuanjun looked at the white-hot battle on the city walls from afar. Corpses from both sides rolled down the walls like dumplings.
Smoke filled the air. Although the dozen cannons were completely useless, the outer city walls had been breached. As long as they conquered the inner city, it would be complete victory.
At this moment, white figures wielding axes charged up from the city walls. They were like tigers among a flock of sheep. Their strength was incredible, and they were unstoppable.
However, Pang Yuanjun and the others were not shocked. Instead, they were delighted.
"The Saber King's personal guards have finally moved! This is Feng Family Villa's final resistance. Once they're defeated, victory will be ours! "
Pang Yuanjun laughed heartily.
Liu Huanzhuang looked at Yuan Shijian. "Let's fight together."
"Still not convinced?" Yuan Shijian was in a good mood as well. He stroked his beard and laughed.
The two of them looked at each other and smiled. With a whoosh, they attacked at the same time.
Pang Yuanjun took a step back. He raised his right hand and brought it down.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! A huge group of masked men in black martial attire shot out from behind him. They charged toward the inner city walls.
The tides of the battle changed rapidly. After fresh reinforcements from the Green Dew Altar joined the fray, the Feng Family Villa's white-robed men were like an avalanche. In just a short while, they suffered heavy casualties.
"Pang Yuanjun!"
"Boom!"
In an instant, a huge rock ball rolled out from the inner city walls. It crashed into Liu Huanzhuang, who had just killed two men. Her face flushed red from the impact. She flew backward and crashed into the city walls.
"Hahahaha! The Northern Blade King, Feng Shanhe! You're finally willing to show yourself! "Pang Yuanjun saw this from afar. However, he threw his head back and laughed. He drew the long saber from his waist.
"Whoosh!"
However, at this moment, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Cheng 'er?" Pang Yuanjun was stunned. He immediately recognized this was his son, Pang Sicheng.
"What are you doing here?! Go back now! This isn't a place you should be! "
Lu Sheng's expression was calm.
"Father, I'm here to take you home. Mother has changed her mind. You're the only one left now. "
"Home?" Pang Yuanjun narrowed his eyes. For some reason, he felt that there was something wrong with his son's words.
"Alright, don't get in my way. We'll talk about your mother after I'm done with this battle." He raised his saber and leaped. He flew toward the inner city walls at lightning speed.
However, in the blink of an eye, Lu Sheng rose into the air and magically blocked his way again.
"Get out of my way!" Pang Yuanjun was instantly enraged.
"That's enough, Father. You should come home with me and reunite with me." Lu Sheng's expression was slightly helpless.
"Get lost!" Pang Yuanjun's right palm shot out like lightning. The power of 500 elephants slammed into Lu Sheng's shoulder with a huge impact.
Even if this was his son, he wanted him to understand that the battlefield was not a game!
"Don't force me to hit you!" Lu Sheng dodged the palm.
Pang Yuanjun's palm missed. He instantly felt that something was off. He knew Pang Sicheng's cultivation base better than anyone else. Could this man who resembled his son not be Pang Sicheng?
"Prime Army, First Strike!"
Boom! An incorporeal shadow of a saber flashed past Lu Sheng's side, and almost hit his head.
"Again?!" Before Lu Sheng could finish speaking, he dodged to the left.
"Prime Army, Second Strike!"
Dozens of saber gleams surrounded him. They slashed at him from all directions.
"Don't force me!" Lu Sheng shot out like lightning. He darted out of the gap.
"Prime Army, Fourth Strike! Fifth Strike! "A saber gleam that looked like a silver dragon crashed toward him.
"Sixth Strike, Eighth Strike!" Pang Yuanjun's expression was cold. He swung his saber again without waiting for the result. Saber gleams that resembled mirrors flew toward Lu Sheng.
"Ninth Strike!" "Tenth …" "Kill your sister! My son will hit someone when he's cornered! "
Lu Sheng was finally enraged. He grabbed one of Pang Yuanjun's legs as if he had teleported and slammed it down.
Boom!
Pang Yuanjun's head slammed into the three-meter-thick city wall.
A huge hole with a diameter of more than 10 meters was blasted open on the city wall.
Pang Yuanjun fainted on the spot.
"Don't think that I won't hit you just because you're my father!"
Lu Sheng spat. He dragged Pang Yuanjun and leaped into the distance.
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