Bringing advanced martial arts techniques to a low-level martial arts world

Sheng Wansong walked into the woods, intending to use the lightness skill of the "Sacred Heart Technique" to ascend to immortality and get away, but a little tail followed behind him.

"Um?"

Lin Youde, that kid, was clearly watching, yet he couldn't even keep an eye on a short-legged little girl?

Sheng Wansong could probably guess what he was thinking.

If I take this child with me, the child's future will naturally be far better than if he stays with me.

Even if he leaves the child unattended, Lin Youde himself is nearby and can take the child back at any time.

Lin Youde had no ill intentions; he simply thought Sheng Wansong was a very good person and wouldn't be angry about it.

And coincidentally, Sheng Wansong also had some interest in this little girl.

When faced with irresistible violence, Captain Wang Jian knelt down and begged for mercy, but this little girl did not.

There was no begging for mercy, nor did it cry or tremble like ordinary children.

All her emotions turned into anger and hatred, and she uttered venomous curses.

Sheng Wansong has not yet mastered the skill of observing qi, but given the girl's personality, if he hadn't intervened in this matter, she would most likely have become a demonic witch or something similar, harming the common people in the future.

Therefore, Sheng Wansong stopped and waited for her for a moment.

"Little rascal, can you write?"

The little girl put her legs on the ground and hurriedly said, "Yes, I do. My mother often teaches me to read and write."

"Your name?"

The girl's face lit up with joy. "My name is An Lan, but my parents call me Lan'er."

"A good name."

Sheng Wansong felt that the name sounded very familiar. "In that case, I'll call you An'an."

"From this day forward, you will be my attendant."

"Yes, God!"

god?

He just called himself a god to show his majesty, but if someone followed him around calling him "god, god, god" all day long, he felt like his head would explode.

Call me master.

"Yes, Master! Yes, Master!"

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Three days later, at the gates of Chu Xiang City.

A young man dressed as a scholar, accompanied by a little follower, strolled leisurely into the city. Upon closer inspection, the follower's gait appeared somewhat unsteady.

Sheng Wansong treated her foot injury, enabling her to walk, but it wasn't completely healed.

"Wow, it's so big! There are so many people!" An'an exclaimed, her eyes wide as she made her first impression of a big city.

"The sun shines brightly in the ancient city in the early morning, and the south and north gates are bustling with noise. The melon seller's melons are not ripe yet, so he overturns his stall and forbids him from running away."

Sheng Wansong casually recited a poem, and An'an immediately clapped repeatedly until her palms were red. "Master is so amazing!"

"Brother Sheng, your writing is excellent!"

While the people around remained silent, a scholar of similar age to Sheng Wansong squeezed through the crowd.

When he saw the young pageboy beside Sheng Wansong, he narrowed his eyes and thought, "What a pretty girl."

An'an was a little scared and hid behind Sheng Wansong.

From her actions, the scholar discerned something. "I heard that three maids from the General's Mansion run away every month. Brother Sheng is clever; as long as you sever their Achilles tendons, you won't have to worry about them running away."

Although it was a compliment, Sheng Wansong clearly detected a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Sheng Wansong had no desire to explain, but...

No, that's not it.

An'an poked her head out from behind Sheng Wansong, "It was Master who saved me from the bad guys."

The scholar was taken aback, and quickly raised his hands in a fist salute, "I misunderstood Young Master Sheng, I am truly sorry."

Sheng Wansong glanced at An Lan. Despite being a village girl, she had an unusually sharp sense of things. This girl had potential.

"Brother Fang is kind-hearted, there's no need to take it to heart."

"An'an, this is my classmate at the academy, Brother Fang Weihan."

An Lan stepped forward and bowed, "Hello, Mr. Fang."

"I was in the wrong this time," Fang Weihan said magnanimously, waving his hand. "Let me welcome you both and wash away the dust of your journey. Brother Sheng, please come with me to the Forget-Worry Pavilion."

"Then I shall respectfully comply."

To match An Lan's pace, the two deliberately slowed down.

Sheng Wansong noticed that there were many more martial arts practitioners in the city, carrying swords and knives, with a sharp and imposing aura.

After arriving at the second floor of the Forget-Worry Pavilion and sitting down, Fang Weihan ordered a table full of delicious dishes.

Sheng Wansong finally asked, "Brother Fang, I haven't been back for many days. I wonder why there are so many martial arts practitioners in Chu Xiang City."

"Brother Sheng, have you forgotten that the Chu-Xiang Heroes Gathering will begin soon this year?"

A gathering of heroes from Chu and Xiang?

Sheng Wansong knew about this event. Chu Xiangcheng held it every year, but the participants were usually local martial arts school apprentices and wandering martial artists. At most, disciples from major sects would participate to earn a prize when they passed by. It wouldn't attract so many martial arts heroes.

Sheng Wansong noticed that there were many dashing young swordsmen on the road, who were clearly disciples of major sects.

"This is inside information."

Fang Weihan glanced around and whispered mysteriously, "It's said that the prize for the champion of this Chu Xiang Heroes' Gathering includes not only money but also an invitation to the Sword Appreciation Ceremony at Mingjian Manor."

"I see."

Sheng Wansong understood.

Famous Sword Manor is an extremely special force in the martial arts world. More amazing than its martial arts is its forging craftsmanship, which has produced countless divine weapons throughout history.

Various martial arts sects, as well as the military and the imperial court, would order weapons from him.

Every ten years, the Famous Sword Manor would issue invitations to heroes from all schools to discuss martial arts and appreciate legendary swords.

A fine sword is a gift to a hero, and if one can win first place in the sword-tasting competition, one can even receive a fine sword as a prize.

"Speaking of Famous Sword Manor..."

Sheng Wansong stroked his smooth chin, exchanged a smile with Fang Weihan, and spoke in unison.

"It is said that the manor lord's daughter, Ouyang Xue, is a beauty of unparalleled grace and has skin as white as snow, making her the most beautiful woman in Jiangnan."

"Rumor has it that the prize for this year's sword-tasting competition is the Kanlu sword."

The two looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Brother Sheng is right."

Fang Weihan chuckled awkwardly twice and said, "What use is it for us scholars to pay attention to this precious sword? It's more worthwhile to talk about talented men and beautiful women."

"It's a pity I never got to see it."

He shook his head with a regretful expression, it was hard to tell whether he was lamenting the beauty or the precious sword.

Before long, a table of delicious dishes was served. An Lan had never eaten such delicacies before. She wanted to enjoy the food, but because of Sheng Wansong's presence, she could only eat very restrainedly.

"Eat slowly, no need to rush."

Fang Weihan laughed and said, "I knew you were different from those spoiled brats, Brother Sheng."

The two deliberately slowed down, chatting about trivial matters until the cups and plates were a mess.

Fang Weihan wanted to invite the two of them to go sightseeing, but Sheng Wansong refused, citing the need to settle An Lan's affairs.

Sheng Wansong led An Lan to a small courtyard house in the south of the city. Inside the courtyard were three houses and a well, with a green weeping willow tree standing beside the well.

"You're not here with me to enjoy yourself. There are no servants in my house. You'll have to learn all sorts of housework from today onwards, from cleaning and tidying up the bedding to washing clothes and cooking."

The little girl nodded vigorously, "An'an understands."

"Oh."

Sheng Wansong pushed open the main house door, walked around the living room, and went to the master bedroom at the back.

Sitting on the bed, Sheng Wansong asked An Lan, who was standing beside him, "An'an, do you want power?"

An Lan's mind flashed back to the horrific scene in the village, and to the man who had descended like a god... the boy, "An'an wants power, God! Please grant me power!"

Sheng Wansong raised two fingers.

I'll give you two choices.

"Firstly, I will find a suitable martial arts technique for you to practice in the martial arts world. You will have the opportunity to learn the legendary martial arts such as 'Fengyun Jue' and 'Jiuzhou Lu' one day."

"The second path, however, is uncertain."

"I will use you as a test subject to create a cultivation technique tailored to you. If everything goes smoothly, you will be unparalleled in the world. But if things don't go well, it's a small matter if you become a cripple due to qi deviation, or you might even die on the spot."

Sheng Wansong did not reveal that he possessed the extraordinary ability to heal injuries and even bring the dead back to life.

"Would choosing the second option be beneficial to you, Master?"

Sheng Wansong nodded, "This will help me understand the meridians and internal energy flow of the human body in this world, and it will also help me deepen my understanding of the techniques."

"In that case!"

An Lan's gaze was resolute. "I choose the second path!"

"very good."

Sheng Wansong smiled and said, "Then take them off."