Chapter 001: The Young Huang Zheng

Huang was secretly shocked by what he heard. It takes three to five years to enter a state of divine power, and that is with the seven of them. In the three to five years mentioned by Fang Han, he surely did not count me in. How long would it take to practice further? Wouldn't it require hundreds or even thousands of years to advance to the next level?

In our great Chu, we establish our nation through martial prowess, valuing military strength and aggression. It can be said that the level of achievement in martial arts is the foundation for one's ability to stand in our dynasty. All of you are the descendants and juniors of General Fang, who traversed the battlefield throughout his life, undefeated in all his endeavors. You all...

The heavens collapse and the earth shatters... "Huo!"

In the capital of the Great Chu Dynasty on the Heavenly Emperor Continent, within the residence of the current Grand General Fang Podi, the sounds of fists striking echoed violently, the air rippling with force. The shouts of exertion rose and fell in succession, each exclamation of "Huo" resonating like a thunderclap in the stillness.

Fang Han smiled faintly: "In the six levels ahead, each level is further divided into upper, middle, and lower tiers. When an ordinary person reaches the initial stage of divine power, the sound of their punches resonates loudly, shaking the space. A casual punch, relying solely on the wind generated, can stun an ordinary warrior. Upon reaching the middle stage, the sound of punches is like thunder, shaking the heavens and the earth. Just now, when the bird flew by, without you needing to shout, a single punch could break the air and kill it instantly. In the later stage, sound transforms into silence; punches move like shadows, silent and unseen, killing unexpectedly, making it difficult to defend against."

In the crowd, two young boys exchanged a glance and simultaneously shot a glare at Huang Zheng.

Hurry up, Huang Zheng is moving a table over to me

Martial arts are divided into six levels: divine power, bone training, energy cultivation, spirit concentration, internal elixir, and spiritual communication. The punches you are throwing now already produce a thundering sound, with gusts of wind swirling around. At the same time, your fierce shouts can even shatter the souls of flying birds. This is a sign that you are about to break through the ordinary and attain divine power

He repeatedly recited in his heart, comforting himself, while he alone went to move tables and chairs of various sizes wwwhetushucom .com

However, Master Fang, we have heard you say before that the sound of punches echoes loudly, shaking the space; this is the realm of divine power, is it not? Why are we not there yet

The world has turned upside down..." "Huo!"

Hit him, he is disobedient now, what will happen when he grows up? Has the Fang family raised a white-eyed wolf?

A small green bird chirped as it flew overhead

It is me again? A hint of grievance flashed in the young Huang Zheng's eyes as he lowered his head to move the tables and chairs aside. Endure, endure, as my father said, today I serve others, and in the future, others will serve me. I am young and under someone else's roof; what does it matter to temporarily suffer a little loss? A man should be able to yield but must not be humiliated. As long as one is not insulted, suffering losses is a blessing.

Such slow movements, clumsy and foolish, no wonder nothing can be achieved

Ye Cheng is the brother of Ye Qingwei

Rampant and unrestrained

What? The two youths who had just secretly glared at Huang Zheng were astonished. If one could turn stone into gold at the final stage of training, wouldn't it mean that if I were short on money, I could just point at a pile of stones and instantly become wealthy?

Mr. Fang, the young girl in front of Huang Zheng also asked: "I once heard my third uncle say that spiritual communication seems not to be the ultimate limit of martial arts? Is that true?"

It seemed that Fang Han sensed a change in Huang Zheng's heart. With a glance at Huang Zheng from the corner of his eye, he turned his head and continued: "Divine power, divine power, the power of gods and demons. It is said that in ancient times, gods and demons roamed freely, and the human race was weak. We, the human race, were merely ants and slaves in the eyes of the gods and demons, easily crushed and discarded. It was not until an extraordinary figure emerged among the human race, who secretly learned the divine arts of the demon race and created martial arts suitable for humans, that the power of gods and demons was imparted to the human race. From that point on, we, the human race, gradually grew stronger. This person is what we commonly refer to as the Heavenly Emperor."

What are you doing? Can't you get it yourselves? Huang Zheng is not a servant at home, just ignore him. The girl tugged at Huang Zheng's sleeve and shouted at Fang Yuan.

Everyone, please take a seat. We have practiced, and now it is time for class

Not far from him, eight young men and women, all dressed in black martial attire, upon hearing the stop, simultaneously withdrew their hands, their movements perfectly synchronized. Finally, they all opened their mouths at once and exhaled seven long streams of white mist.

Huang Zheng's expression darkened suddenly as he shouted sharply at the middle-aged man

Moving mountains and overturning seas? Only Huang Zheng clenched his fist, murmuring to himself, his face filled with boundless longing

Everything you eat and use belongs to the Fang family, yet Young Master Fang still cannot command you

Rampant and unrestrained... "Huo!"

Seeing Ye Qingwei protect him, the expressions of the other six changed dramatically, especially that of Fang Yuan and another youth named Ye Cheng

It is said that in ancient times, above the realm of spiritual communication lies the divine realm, which consists of six levels. Beyond the divine realm, there is even the celestial realm. The text states that when divine powers are cultivated to their utmost, one can traverse a thousand miles in a single step, move mountains and drain seas, achieve eternal youth, and turn stone into gold

Just as the last person spoke, a shadow flickered in the arena. Huang Zheng suddenly erupted, his figure like thunder, charging forward in a single step to confront him.

"Wow!" As soon as the middle-aged man spoke, the seven young boys joyfully shouted and each began to find a place to sit down for class

Divine power is no longer the strength of our human race. The maximum strength of our human race is only a few hundred pounds, and such individuals are extremely rare. To resist a thousand-pound cauldron is something that can only be heard of once in a millennium. This is nearly the limit of human strength. However, divine power, depending on each individual's talent, once one enters the realm of divine power, can wield a bow of a thousand pounds, become an enemy to ten thousand, and possess a fierce iron fist that is unstoppable. In our Great Chu, outside of the battlefield, using divine power against ordinary people in the secular world is still a capital offense.

The Great Chu established its nation through military prowess, venerating martial achievements. In the households of various generals and prime ministers, the instructors are all the same individuals for both martial and literary education, and during the teaching process, martial training takes precedence over literary studies.

The general agreed to teach him martial arts, which was already a tremendous favor; did he really think of himself as a young master? Coming here every day, looking all pretentious.

Her name is Ye Qingwei. Her father, Ye Jieshu, is the current Minister of Justice. Ye Jieshu's sister is Fang Podi's wife, which makes her and Fang Yuan cousins.

Everyone has learned the great technique 'Beng Tian Quan', yet only he has held us back, and now, no one has been able to progress to the second chapter

If he doesn't go, we will beat him up

"Huang Zheng, go to the kitchen and bring some snacks for this young man. I've been practicing all day and I'm starving." A boy with a small scar on his forehead, who had just glared at Huang Zheng, was named Fang Yuan. Seventeen years old, he was the youngest son of the great general Fang Po Di.

At this moment, the middle-aged man gently stroked the bird with its brain matter splattered, moving his hand back and forth, and began the lesson word by word.

You are still young, yet you have a great general imparting profound skills to you. However, even with such a strong foundation, it is not easy to enter the realm of divine power without three to five years of effort

"Class is over." As Fang Han finished speaking, the crowd became a bit agitated, and suddenly he waved his hand and floated away. The group of young people was momentarily stunned, then they began chattering excitedly.

Bang! A silhouette of a person, like a broken kite, was sent flying out.

He paused and said: "I started learning martial arts at the age of 11, and it wasn't until I was 18 that I began to learn the minor divine powers. I have been practicing for 30 years now, yet I am only at the mid-stage of divine strength. Do you think achieving divine strength is that easy?"

Of course. Fang Han's expression was serious, and his gaze was grave: "General Fang, when he was young, wandered the streets and by chance received teachings from someone for three days, which is why he became one of the three great generals of the Da Chu today. In the early stages of cultivating his energy, he was unmatched in the world; however, even if he reached the level of spiritual communication, it would not be considered anything significant."

Iron horses galloping in a torrent ... ... '' Ho! ''

In the midst of the commotion, the young Huang Zheng, the boy who could hardly catch his breath, instinctively lifted his head and straightened his chest upon hearing the shout

Huang Zheng, I am here to help you Among the seven people, there was only one young girl, with an oval face and round moon-like eyes. As soon as she spoke, shallow dimples appeared on her face, making her extremely adorable

Only Huang Zheng, having moved seven chairs into place, stood upright, immovable as a mountain, quietly standing behind the seat of the young girl, straining to listen to the words of the middle-aged man

Everyone believes that Huang Zhengtai is a burden to them due to his foolishness

With a pop, its small brain matter burst on the spot, falling directly from the air

"Weier, step aside. Why are you protecting him?"

"Do not go," Ye Qingwei gritted her teeth, staring intently at Huang Zheng, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

It is, it is, a fool.

Indeed, if it were not for the fact that the son of a general had his father shield him from an arrow during the general's lifetime, he would have long been sold elsewhere as someone else's slave

The middle-aged man's opening remarks, delivered daily, were lengthy and verbose, spanning several hundred words. The eight individuals present, with the exception of Huang Zheng, appeared drowsy and visibly impatient, their faces reflecting a lack of interest.

If one does not have the ability, then one should not pursue martial arts; do not be lazy and complacent here

There was much discussion among the crowd, and the greatest anger stemmed from Huang Zhengxue's slow progress. Fang Han insisted that everyone must master the first chapter before he would pass on the second chapter of the text.

"Huang Zheng, I hereby command you to quickly fetch some snacks..." The more Ye Qingwei protected Huang Zheng, the angrier Fang Yuan became. He suddenly stood up, his finger already pointing directly beneath Huang Zheng's eyelid.

Your punches, although they do make sounds, are intermittent and not continuous; such sounds occur only occasionally when there is an outburst. If the sounds were continuous and the punches resounded consistently, that would be true divine power

Long live the evergreen? The young girl touches her own face, if it were to remain this way for ten thousand years, that would actually be quite nice

The middle-aged man is named Fang Han. He followed General Fang at the age of thirteen and was once renowned for his martial prowess. Later, he was ambushed on the battlefield, sustained some injuries, and subsequently retired to the general's residence to become the chief martial arts instructor

What are you still standing there for? Clean this place up, set up the tables and chairs for the young masters, and prepare for class

The other boys nearby couldn't help but laugh one by one; a few of them simply couldn't hold it in any longer. Although they didn't make a sound, their shoulders shook incessantly, revealing the struggle of their restraint.

Only he, with his small face flushed red, exerted himself to spit, yet nothing was seen.

"Hit that son of a dog; I just can't stand the sight of him, just a bastard of a family general."

Indeed, there are seven individuals, with the last one being a slender and small youth, approximately sixteen or seventeen years old. His complexion is sallow, indicating a lack of proper nutrition. At the moment of concluding his practice, while others exhale and expel all the stagnant energy from their bodies, his breath is like a sword, forcefully shooting out.

A small bird landed in the right hand of a middle-aged man dressed in black attire. His eyes twitched, and with a wave of his left hand, he commanded: "Stop..."

Huang Zheng's eyelids twitched at this moment, and he silently exclaimed: "What? Just now, the eight of us drank together, causing even the small birds to fall; yet, we haven't even broken through to the first level of divine power?"