Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Qin Mu hesitated. Saving Teacher Woodcutter was important, but accompanying Hu Bugui to find Xu Shenghua and create a method to combine divine treasures into one and soar towards the celestial palace seemed to be more interesting and meaningful.
Furthermore, Saint Woodcutter was a god on Jade Pavilion Realm. He shouldnât die even if he soaked for a year or more in the smelly ditch, so there was no need to hurry.
However, he was the disciple of Woodcutter after all, if he didnât pull him out and just let him soak there, he wouldnât be able to explain himself.
However, even if the old bull went easy on them, it was impossible for them to beat a strong practitioner on Emperorâs Throne.
The old farmer was a strong practitioner on Emperorâs Throne, and he was an Emperorâs Throne that had entered the path with his martial soul. From Numinous Sky to Emperorâs Throne, there was an insurmountable gap. Sakra Buddha was on Numinous Sky Realm, yet he still had to be shameless and beg for Brahma Buddhaâs true scripture. That showed how difficult it was to become an Emperorâs Throne.
When he was hesitating, the old farmer suddenly walked down from the Emperorâs Throne and walked out of Numinous Sky Hall. His face was full of wrinkles that made him look very old. âSanduo, they have passed.â
The old bull was slightly stunned. He hurriedly asked, âOld master, they canât even pass my test and much less old masterâs test. Why has old master said they have passed?â
The old farmer walked down the steps of Numinous Sky Hall, and the old bull hurriedly got down on his front hooves to follow him like a bull. The old farmer shook his head. âThe purpose of Bullfighting Palaceâs tests is to let the children comprehend entering the path with their martial soul, for them to comprehend a path that could allow them to cross the Divine Bridge Realm and levitate heavenwards, to give their descendants hope. I had once thought if someone defeated me, they would be able to create this path.â
He walked down and called over Qin Mu and Hu Bugui. He examined both of them and his simple face that was filled with wrinkles like plowed land smiled. âBut I suddenly remembered, crossing the divine bridge and flying straight to the celestial palace, I have actually done it before. I was the first person who had a missing divine bridge. I didnât study much, so my path isnât suitable for others.â
Qin Mu and Hu Bugui were astonished and looked at him in disbelief.
Who could have broken Martial Arts Heavenly Teacherâs divine bridge?
Since Martial Arts Heavenly Teacher had already entered the god realm with a missing realm, why didnât he impart his method to the people of Bullfighting World?
However, the thirty-six war gods of Jade Capital werenât astonished. It was evident that they had already known the old farmer was such a person.
âI had just thought it through. What I can do isnât what everybody can do.â
The old farmer said, âI have contributed my whole life to the martial path, and I have nothing else in my heart. Sincerity, innocence, even though I have miraculous skills and miraculous arts, others canât learn it, and they canât master it. They also canât soar into the celestial palace as I did. Even if Hu Bugui cultivated to my step and soared into the celestial palace, he would only be walking in my footsteps. His technique still wouldnât be able to let more people in Bullfighting World soar into the celestial palace. Woodcutter is right, this isnât the way to solve the problem of Bullfighting Palace.â
The corners of his eyes trembled, and he looked at Qin Mu. âWoodcutter found me and told me that the reformers of Eternal Peace could have a solution to solving Bullfighting Palaceâs problem. I didnât believe him at first, but now I do. Woodcutter isnât completely useless after all. He has taken in a good disciple... Hu Bugui, you can leave Bullfighting World now.â
A slither of hope was born in Qin Muâs heart, and he hurriedly asked, âIn that case, Heavenly Teacher, can I pull teacher out from the ditch?â
The old farmerâs expression sank, and his face looked as though the old bull had plowed it a hundred times. He couldnât see any smile and could only see the wrinkles. âIâm not like Woodcutter, who is full of nonsense and farts easily. I do whatever I say, and I said whoever dares to pull him out will have to take three punches from me. If you want to pull him out, you have to take three punches from me!â
Qin Mu jumped in shock as the old farmer raised his rugged fist. With the overbearing atmosphere of being on the peak of the martial path, he smashed towards Qin Mu with a punch.
Thump.
His imposing power was boundless, but his fist was very light as it gently tapped on Qin Muâs chest.
He knocked another two times, and two loud thumping sounds came from Qin Muâs chest.
The old farmer pulled back his punch and sneered. âEven though you have managed to achieve martial soul entering the path, you are still far from great success. Your corporeal body is still lacking, continue to work hard, and donât waste your overlord body away. Do you understand?â
Qin Mu was delighted and surprised. âJunior understands.â
The old farmer let out a smile and led everyone out. âHowever, you arenât bad, you are truly not bad. Woodcutter isnât all talk, he still has some ability to teach you so well. En, thatâs not it, you are the overlord body, if Iâm the one teaching you, you will only be better! Woodcutter is still not good. Heâs still inferior to me!â
He seemed to be very happy. The other war gods were also very happy and followed after him.
Qin Mu looked around and looked at them. They were once famous and known throughout the world. The old farmer was even a well-known strong practitioner on Emperorâs Throne. Yet they all looked pure and simple, as though they were farmers that could be seen commonly.
They were a bunch of cute people.
But they were also a bunch of stubborn people.
It was hard to make them change, but as long as they recognized their mistake, they would change even though they said they werenât willing to.
Thus, they were still such cute people.
Hu Bugui was ineffably excited. After leaving Bullfighting Palace, he immediately sprinted down to Bullfighting World below and prepared to head off after bidding farewell to friends and family.
Qin Mu summoned the dragon qilin, and the dragon qilin was indeed having a nice nap outside Bullfighting Palace. He didnât pull Woodcutter up and run.
Qin Mu felt a pang of sorrow. âThis is my mount, that is Martial Arts Heavenly Teacherâs mount... En, thereâs also Teacher Woodcutterâs mount, the black tiger god, and Senior Brother Ba Shanâs green bull...â
The dragon qilin had a good sleep and was full of vigor. However, he was distracted after not eating for over ten days. He kept glancing at Qin Mu wanting to remind him but he didnât dare to.
In the village, Saint Woodcutter got pulled out, and Qin Mu got busy trying to attach his broken bones back together, treating his injuries. He soaked him in a huge medicinal cauldron and boiled him with fire.
Woodcutter held onto a huge bowl to drink the concoction while the old farmer sat on a stool beside him. The old bull just sat on the ground at the door and slowly puffed his water pipe, which kept bubbling.
Qin Mu just sat beside the old bull and asked him, âSenior Brother Sanduo, you donât have to plow the land today?â
The old bull slowly said, âIâm done. Iâve just planted the grains.â
âYou didnât teach the overlord body, you couldnât have.â In the room, the old farmer took a glance at Woodcutter and spoke at a slow speed that was similar to the old bull.
Woodcutter finished the medicinal concoction and gave a satisfying burp before passing the bowl to him. âHeâs my disciple, so heâs taught by me. You donât have such an outstanding disciple, you donât have this ability, and you canât teach as well.â
The old farmer snorted and took over the empty bowl. âHeâ wasnât taught by you so what are you so pleased about? You just got credit by chance again. Iâm giving face to the overlord body this time by sparing you, else I would have left you to soak in the smelly ditch for over ten years. I would have let you rot until only your mouth was left.â
Saint Woodcutter said righteously, âMaster shows them the way, cultivation lies in oneself. I have students in all of the worlds, who has taught you and who have you taught?â
The old farmer was silent.
Woodcutter said calmly, âYou are indeed the first in the martial path, in this world, in this universe, even in the old celestial heavens, there might not be a person who can surpass you in the martial path. To be able to use your power of the martial path and soar towards the celestial palace under the condition of missing a divine bridge, cultivating into an unrivaled martial god, there will only be you. Not to say twenty thousand years, even if hundreds of thousands of years pass by, there will only be you. You can succeed, but others might not be able to succeed as you did, you canât save the people of Bullfighting World.â
The old farmer was silent.
Woodcutter continued to say, âHowever, Eternal Peaceâs reform can. Our grudge is small, I know these years have been hard on you, and I know you had found these orphans and widows after the war to look after them. You have done many things after Founding Emperor Era was wiped out. You want to find a path of survival for them, but you are too stupid, you still couldnât find this way after twenty thousand years.â
The old farmer gave off a growl that was similar to a trapped beast.
After Founding Emperor Era had been wiped out, he had taken care of the orphans his comrades had left behind, but he could only look at them slowly dying from old age.
It was an immense torture, and it filled his heart with guilt.
âWalk out of it. If you walk out, you will be the martial saint.â
Saint Woodcutter looked at him with a pitiful gaze, but there was more anticipation. âFounding Emperor conferred us as Heavenly Teachers, but Iâm the only one thatâs conferred as a Saint. However, his intention was that the four of us could all be saints. You are Martial Arts Heavenly Teacher, and you are number one in martial power. However, a saint isnât purely martial power. Walk out of it, and you will be the only Martial Saint, Martial Arts Heavenly Teacher of Founding Emperor!â
The old farmer still remained silent.
Woodcutter didnât continue to persuade him.
He knew the old brother of his very well and knew that he was very stubborn. However, he wasnât inflexible; he was just stubborn with his words.
He had already made his point, and he would understand. He would become the one and only Martial Saint.
âIâm persuaded by you, I indeed want to take a look at Eternal Peaceâs reform.â
The old farmer suddenly said, âHowever, I wonât help Eternal Peace in any way. Our Founding Emperor Era has also been built up from nothing. Since Eternal Peace has been so highly praised by you, without our help, they can also develop to the height of Founding Emperor Era, so why do they need the help of us failures?â
Woodcutter said with a smile, âWe are just buying more time for them, we canât let them be wiped out by the old celestial heavens when they are still young. This doesnât go against your intention, right? During the start of Founding Emperor Era, some ruins of High Emperor Era also provided us with some help.â
The old farmer revealed a smile and said, âYou have made me recall those greenhorn days. Actually, Iâm also considered half a person from High Emperor Era.â
âActually, we are all half a person from High Emperor Era, including Founding Emperor.â
Woodcutter said, âLife is like this, it never ends. Inheritance is the same, being passed down from one era to another. Your spirit of the martial path must be passed down. You cannot let your inheritance disappear.â
The old farmer got up and he sneered. âBut I wonât forgive you just because of this. After I walk out of here, after I walk out of the Great Ruins, I will still beat you up when Iâm in a bad mood. Pray to your ancestors that you can grow a few realms to be able to take on my fists.â
He walked out of the house.
The smile on Woodcutterâs face froze. Qin Mu walked in and helped him change his medicine. He whispered, âDo teacher and Martial Arts Heavenly Teacher have a grudge?â
Woodcutter was listless and sighed. âI guess so. But itâs all in the past.â
It was obvious he didnât want to mention that past.
Qin Mu blinked his eyes and was even more curious; however, he kept quiet.
Woodcutter was speechless from anger. âWhatâs that expression of yours? Do you want to know the private matters of others that much?â
Qin Mu didnât say a word.
Woodcutter sighed and said, âItâs fine if I tell you. Actually back then, him, me, Scholar, and Fisherman had very good relationships. Even though my cultivation was the weakest, they all respected me. Founding Emperor made me in charge of the reform and pushed me to the front of the stage. Whatâs so-called when a man is too outstanding, they will receive the admiration of women. Back then, he had a girl he liked...â
Qin Mu changed his medicine, and his ears couldnât help perking up. He listened carefully.
Outside the door, the old bull also stopped blowing on his water pipe. His ear also sneaked in from outside.
The dragon qilin was originally listless and lying on the ground. At that moment, he suddenly raised his head and twitched his ears.