Mythical Three Kingdoms: Martial Arts Reach Divine Ranks, I Alone Rule the World

A series of chaotic footsteps echoed through the small mountain village shrouded by the magic array.

Zhang Mu looked over.

As the crowd dispersed...

A young girl, about thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in a plain yellow Taoist robe with flowing cloud and yellow sky runes embroidered on the hem, her long hair tied up with a wooden hairpin, and her eyebrows and eyes like willows and the moon, was walking towards him.

While walking.

The girl walked briskly, showing none of the typical fragility of a young lady confined to her chambers.

On the contrary, his straight back gives him an air of heroic spirit.

Perhaps sensing Zhang Mu's physical condition, the girl exuded a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay.

"Saintess!"

"Saintess!"

"Saintess!"

"..."

Wherever the girl went, the nine Yellow Turban warriors, each three feet tall, who had stopped Zhang Mu, dared not be negligent and all bowed their heads in greeting.

Zhang Mu stared intently at the girl's face, trying his best to connect her with the blond-haired girl he used to know.

but.

After a moment, he gave up.

Apart from the resemblance in their eyebrows and eyes, they are somewhat similar.

others.

There wasn't a trace of that young, blond girl from back then.

especially……

Zhang Mu glanced discreetly at the imposing figure that the girl's Taoist robe couldn't conceal, and his awe grew even stronger.

Girls change a lot as they grow up; the ancients were right!

While reflecting on his feelings, Zhang Mu did not stand blankly in the air.

Before the Yellow Turban followers hidden in the small village below could dispel the protective array, his literary energy erupted, and his finger was already pointing at the array.

"Pop!"

Like a pebble thrown into calm water.

Centered on Zhang Mu's finger, ripples immediately spread across the surface of the array pattern.

next moment.

The magic array above the small mountain village flickered on and off, like a light bulb with a faulty connection.

Suddenly, it turned into countless fragments, scattering light.

Without the magic array blocking his way, Zhang Mu took a step out into the air.

When his feet touched the ground, he had already arrived in front of the Holy Maiden Zhang Ning.

"Little sister!"

Zhang Mu looked tenderly at Zhang Ning, who was so close to him...

Amidst the incredulous gazes of the nearby Yellow Turban followers, he extended a finger and gently touched the forehead of their holy maiden.

"Can't you be a little more confident in your son, Mu?"

"Don't you know what kind of abilities your brother Mu is capable of?"

"If I don't want to die."

"Who dares to kill me? Who can kill me?"

"My heart is the same."

"Only if your Mu-ge'er gives permission can outsiders take it."

Zhang Mu spoke with a smile.

But the almost arrogant confidence in his tone was obvious to anyone who wasn't deaf.

and so……

Nine tall, burly Yellow Turban warriors looked down at Zhang Mu's chest, their mouths agape on their honest faces.

They looked at their Holy Maiden with disbelief at the genuine joy on her face upon seeing Zhang Mu.

broken!

Could it be that our own saintess likes this heartless man?

As protectors of the Yellow Turban Rebellion's branch altar, these nine men had never seen their holy maiden so distraught because of any man's appearance.

As for intimate gestures like letting a man of the opposite sex touch her forehead with his finger.

This is something that has never been heard of before.

"Brother Mu, you're bragging again!"

Saintess Zhang Ning didn't notice Zhang Mu touching her forehead. She instinctively reached out to grab Zhang Mu's hand and headed towards the center of the village.

however.

Just as her delicate hand touched Zhang Mu's sleeve.

As if realizing something, a blush crept up the girl's jade-like neck.

then.

She put her hands behind her back and tilted her head to look at Zhang Mu.

"Then...can you beat my dad?"

The girl winked playfully and asked Zhang Mu.

In the crescent-shaped eyes of the young woman, Zhang Mu's voice, appearance, and smile were clearly reflected.

I'll fight Zhang Jiaozhu?

real or fake?

Zhang Mu was speechless after being retorted by the words of the Holy Maiden Zhang Ning.

But it is precisely because of this girl's playfulness.

The sense of estrangement Zhang Mu felt due to not seeing each other for years silently melted away at this moment.

"My little sister always teases Mu Ge'er."

"If we fight, and either of us gets hurt, you'll be heartbroken, won't you?"

Zhang Mu gave Zhang Ning a vague response without providing a specific answer.

Those who are close to us know our own business.

Even before lending his heart, Zhang Mu felt that with his strength, he would most likely be defeated by Master Zhang.

after all.

He is just a human being.

And the girl's father...

That was the leader of the Yellow Turban Holy Cult, who aspired to become an immortal, established a Yellow Heaven, and begged the Han people to die for him.

"Who will care about you!"

Saintess Zhang Ning blushed deeply after being teased by Zhang Mu.

Her neck, which had been tilted back, immediately drooped down, as if trying to look at her toes to hide her shyness.

result.

Not a single toe can be seen.

Zhang Mu did not continue to verbally harass or tease the girl in front of him.

He turned his head to the side and looked at a young man in black who was slightly older than him and had thick eyebrows and big eyes.

"Flying Swallow, it's been a long time!"

Chu Feiyan, the future leader of the Black Mountain Army who will change her name to Zhang Yan.

In his previous life, he was the leading figure in the Yellow Turban Rebellion after its failure.

He was later appointed General Who Pacifies the North and granted the title of Marquis of Anguo by Cao Cao, making him one of the few Yellow Turban generals who died a natural death.

Perhaps he is not well-known now.

But Zhang Mu knew in his heart...

In fact, back when he first met Zhang Jiao, Chu Feiyan was already by his side and was being groomed by Zhang Jiao.

"Yes, it's been a long time!"

"I wanted to have a friendly spar with you, but now that you're like this..."

Chu Feiyan, dressed in black, glanced at the black halberd, her natal weapon that Zhang Mu hadn't yet retrieved, and asked, "Can you still wield this halberd to fight against Yan?"

Upon hearing Chu Feiyan's words, Zhang Mu immediately rolled his eyes.

When they first met Zhang Jiao.

He could easily suppress Chu Feiyan.

Although Chu Feiyan's martial arts realm has now reached the Martial Phase Realm in his perception, Zhang Mu is no longer the same Zhang Mu as he was a few years ago.

"If you want to try, feel free to do it!"

Zhang Mu responded strongly.

As for how Chu Feiyan entered the Martial Prime Realm, Zhang Mu didn't care at all.

With the guidance of Zhang Jiao, the Heavenly General...

Chu Feiyan was telling him that.

Zhang Mu wouldn't be surprised if Zhang Jiao used his supreme Daoist magic to sever the dragon horns of Han Ji's Qi Yun Zhen Long (a type of dragon in Chinese mythology), transforming them into supreme Qi Yun that flowed into his body to help him break through his cultivation realm.

Who told Master Zhang to be inhuman!

Zhang Mu now even seriously suspects...

Is it true, as Guo Qun, the governor of Yanmen County, and Lü Bu told him, that there are only a few ways to break through to the Martial Prime Realm?

Just then.

Zhang Mu suddenly felt a cool sensation in his chest.

Looking down.

Zhang Ning's fingertips glowed with a mysterious yellow color, condensing into a Daoist talisman without any physical form, which then swiftly disappeared into his heart.

fast.

He didn't even have a chance to react.

no?!!!

My holy lady, what are you doing?

Dah!

Stop it!

"snort!"

"As expected, this is the work of those hateful medical practitioners."

"It was one thing for me to obstruct my brothers in the sect from helping the people in the past, but now you've even taken away my heart, Brother Mu."