Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

Mu Family Village, Yanzhou Prefecture.

It was early autumn, and Mu Family Village was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, creating a festive atmosphere.

Today is the 60th birthday of Mu Tianxiong, the second master of the Mu family.

The four heroes of the Mu family were renowned throughout the world, and were famous figures in the martial arts world.

Mu Tianxiong was the second son, and although he was already in his sixties, his reputation remained.

On the occasion of his birthday, people from all walks of life, from the legitimate to the illegitimate, all prepared generous gifts and came to offer their congratulations.

In front of the Mu Mansion, carriages and horses flowed like water and dragons, with all kinds of fine horses and fragrant carriages coming and going in an endless stream, blocking a wide bluestone street.

The dozen or so constables sent by the county government had no time to spare at the moment, as they were busy running around outside the government gate, directing traffic, receiving guests, and maintaining order.

Two of them, one handsome and the other dark-skinned and thin, were struggling to separate several carriages vying for the right of way.

The dark-skinned, thin constable, named Zhang Yuan, wiped the sweat from his brow and complained in a low voice.

"Inside, the place is full of distinguished guests, enjoying fragrant tea and fine wine, while we brothers are stuck standing here in the street eating dust and doing this arduous errand-running job!"

"People of the same kind have different fates."

The other constable had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and although he was dressed in ordinary black-clothed clothes, he had a unique and upright air about him.

Upon hearing this, Li Fu smiled slightly and, without stopping, led a carriage blocking the road into a side alley.

"It's my duty, my responsibility. There's no other way. I can't let carriages and horses block the roads and prevent the people in the city from passing through."

Seeing him like this, Zhang Yuan couldn't help but ask in surprise.

"Brother Fu, we've known each other for a year and a half now, and I rarely see you complaining about the world."

Your spirit seems inexhaustible, as if every day is a good day.

Li Fu's eyes flickered, he chuckled, and didn't elaborate.

Anyone who is incredibly lucky, who is brought back from the dead and given a second life,

Like him, they will live each day with anticipation and energy, cherishing every day that has been regained.

"Speaking of which,"

Zhang Yuan hugged his waist knife to his chest, looked at the bustling and lively hall of the Mu family mansion, and revealed a look of envy in his eyes.

"Master Mu's birthday banquet is truly impressive!"

Look inside, how many impressive figures have arrived!

He carefully pointed out the details to Li Fu as if he knew them by heart.

"Brother Fu, look, I just overheard someone talking."

The man in the purple robe with a bushy beard and a majestic air was none other than Zhao Zhenyue, the master craftsman who carved stone tablets. Legend has it that his iron palms were renowned throughout Hebei.

The man beside him, dressed in a blue robe and carrying a sword, with a handsome face, is none other than the Iron Sword Master, Liu Wufeng, a master swordsman with superb swordsmanship.

And that imposing old man with bulging temples is the head of the Cangzhou Divine Fist Sect…tsk tsk, these are all figures whose every stomp shakes the ground!

Li Fu looked over there.

The main hall of the Mu residence was spacious and magnificent.

A large, gold-lacquered character for "longevity" hung in the center.

The surrounding area was decorated in a magnificent and luxurious style, clearly indicating the grandeur of a wealthy family.

The hall was filled with guests, numbering no less than a hundred.

Most of them were martial arts heroes, each with broad shoulders and thick waists, piercing eyes, some carrying swords or swords, others with a calm and composed demeanor, all exuding an extraordinary aura in every gesture.

There were also righteous people dressed in brocade robes, exuding an air of authority, as well as wealthy merchants and gentry dressed in fine clothes, their faces glowing with health.

This scene, a mix of diverse characters yet orderly, demonstrates the deep-rooted influence and extensive connections of the Mu family in Yanzhou.

At the head of the hall, four exquisitely carved rosewood armchairs were placed side by side.

The chair was covered with brocade cushions; this was the master's seat.

At this moment, three people were already sitting on the chairs. They were three of the four brothers of the Mu family: the eldest brother Mu Tianying, the third brother Mu Tianhao, and the fourth brother Mu Tianjie.

The four heroes' names are Ying, Xiong, Hao, and Jie, one character from each.

Although the three men were not young, they were still vigorous and imposing, exchanging pleasantries with the guests who came to offer toasts.

The guests treated these three martial arts masters with utmost respect, praising them highly in their words.

Only today's birthday celebrant, Mu Tianxiong, the second oldest, has not yet appeared; the time has not yet come.

Looking at this magnificent spectacle, Zhang Yuan was filled with envy.

Li Fu also sighed.

"A true man should live in this world like this."

In his youth, he roamed the martial world with a sword, making a name for himself.

In his old age, he had connections with people from all walks of life, and people from both the legitimate and criminal worlds had to give him some face.

With immense wealth at home and a house full of children and grandchildren... what more could a man ask for!

Zhang Yuan turned to look at Li Fu, and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Brother Fu, if I remember correctly, today is also your birthday, right?"

"You should be...eighteen this year?"

Li Fu withdrew his gaze from the bustling hall, nodded, and couldn't help but feel a touch of emotion.

Indeed, today is Li Fu's eighteenth birthday.

He was just a lowly constable; his parents died early, and he was raised by an uncle surnamed Wu from a young age.

Sadly, Uncle Wu, who treated him like his own son, also left several years ago saying he had something important to do, and no one knows where he went or what.

Now that he is all alone, who will remember his birthday?

Let alone celebrating his birthday.

They are the same birth date.

Inside, the birthday banquet was in full swing, with guests filling the room.

He himself could only stand outside the gate of the mansion, directing the carriages and horses for others. This contrast made him, even with his open-minded nature, feel a little envious and disappointed.

He thought to himself.

"I, Li Fu, am only eighteen years old today. It's alright if I am like this. But I wonder if I will be able to have the same reputation as Master Mu in a few decades when I am sixty years old?"

With his imposing carriages and horses, his illustrious reputation, and the reverence he commanded, he became a local hero.

Just as his emotions were in turmoil, a sudden change occurred.

Suddenly, a simple, ancient ink scroll unfurled before Li Fu's eyes, hanging in the void.

The first four large, bold characters in ink stand out prominently: "The Heavenly Book for Punishing Evil!"

Before he could even feel alarmed, an immense torrent of information flooded his mind, instantly making him understand the mystery of this thing.

"The Heavenly Book will reward those who perform chivalrous acts of punishing evil and upholding justice with extraordinary martial arts techniques upon completion!"

On the scroll, the first line of ink-wash characters slowly emerged.

[If you want to punish evil and uphold justice, how can a novice hero be without any special skills?]

Without profound martial arts skills, how can one punish evil and uphold justice?

The reward is the mastery of the Nine Yang Divine Skill. May the great hero roam the martial world and spread good deeds throughout the land!

—A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. May you, great hero, begin your path of punishing evil and upholding justice.

As soon as the writing was revealed, Li Fu felt an overwhelming and unstoppable surge of internal energy, extremely yang and powerful, erupt from his dantian.

This internal energy was pure and vast, incredibly hot, like the blazing sun in spring, instantly flowing through the limbs and bones, opening up all the body's energy channels!

Li Fu trembled violently, as if struck by lightning, his joints crackling softly as an unprecedented sense of power surged through his body.

He suppressed the shock and elation in his heart and hurriedly looked at Zhang Yuandao, who was standing on tiptoe and looking around.

"Brother Yuan, I... I have some stomach discomfort and need to relieve myself. Could you please hold it for me?"

Zhang Yuan, without suspicion, nodded and said, "Brother Fu, go and come back quickly. I'll keep watch over this place for now."

Li Fu responded and pushed off with his feet, moving much faster than usual. In a few flashes, he turned into a secluded and deserted alley next to the mansion.

He found a corner, immediately sat down cross-legged, facing the sky with his palms facing upwards, focused his mind and guided the surging Nine Yang True Qi within his body, which flowed like the Yangtze River.