"Terrifying, truly terrifying, this Red Sun Divine Skill indeed preserves the strengths of various cultivation techniques and has even formed its own unique theories and system."

Jiang Shi thought to himself.

This was merely the reaction after fusing a bunch of ordinary martial arts.

If later he perfects the Barbarian Elephant Divine Skill, then attempts to fuse it with the Red Sun Divine Skill, who knows if it will succeed?

An unprecedented door was slowly opening towards Jiang Shi at this moment.

"Hahaha..."

He couldn't help but laugh aloud in the inn.

Suddenly, he stopped again, showing a thoughtful expression as he continued to digest the residual information in his mind.

According to the information in his mind, martial arts fusion is not guaranteed to always succeed. An extremely important prerequisite is that these martial arts must reach the Perfection Realm in cultivation.

The more perfect they are, the higher the probability of fusion.

Of course, even if they are perfect, it cannot guarantee a 100% success rate, as there is still a chance of failure.

"I don't know how the fusion of other martial arts will go, but at least these Horizontal Training type martial arts have had no difficulty."

Jiang Shi thought to himself.

After the successful fusion of martial arts, the required materials for various medicinal baths also changed entirely, with many unfamiliar herbs' information appearing in his mind.

Upon noticing these unfamiliar herbs, Jiang Shi couldn't help but sigh again.

"They say that literature is for the poor and martial arts for the rich; turns out it's true. Just these herbs alone are probably beyond the means of ordinary people."

Fortunately, he had previously left the Yi Ming Army, and Zhao Qing had stuffed a generous amount of silver notes into his package, which could keep him financially untroubled for a short while.

Jiang Shi composed his thoughts and began researching this Red Sun Divine Skill again.

...

A night's time swiftly passed.

The streets clearly had more traces of Jianghu people, traveling in groups as small as three to five and as large as seven to eight, each wielding swords and sabers, hurrying along.

After passing the inn, they simply replenished their supplies and continued on their way.

"Hurry up, hurry up, the martial assembly is about to begin, don't delay!"

"It's still half a day's journey to the Wuliang Daoist Temple; we can rest once we arrive!"

"This time, it's said that Daoist Qing Song and Master Wu Hui will appear, and even Sect Leader Yue is going, which truly makes it a rare grand event in decades."

"Yes, the legendary Daoist Qing Song hasn't appeared in the Jianghu for decades; he's said to be as mythical as an immortal by now!"

...

Inside the inn.

Jiang Shi listened to the conversations while eating, frowning.

"Daoist Qing Song and Master Wu Hui will both appear? Is it true?"

If that's the case, then it would be three Martial Saints.

But no matter what, he had to go to Wuliang Daoist Temple to give it a try.

If it were a few days ago, he would not have had much confidence, but with the successful fusion of the Red Sun Divine Skill, his self-assurance had undoubtedly increased significantly.

Even though the Red Sun Divine Skill was not yet perfected, it still provided a 60% power amplification, pushing his strength to over 49,000 jin.

"Shopkeeper, quickly prepare fine wine and dishes for our young master; delay it, and it'll cost you your life!!"

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing voice came from outside the door.

A group of galloping horses approached, carrying Jianghu people dressed in luxurious clothes. One face-white and beardless elder let out the sharp voice, waved his hand, and a piece of shattered silver whistled through the air, embedding precisely in the counter.

The old shopkeeper, busy with accounts, was startled, quickly looked up, and hurriedly instructed the waiter to get things ready.

"Steward Wang, don't let the shopkeeper prepare, bring some water and dried beef immediately, there's no more time."

A gentle and calm voice spoke.

The speaker was a young man in his twenties to thirties, dressed in a cyan robe, handsome in appearance, riding a horse, holding a black long sword, dignified in demeanor.

"Yes, young master."

The white-beardless elder sharply responded, then quickly dismounted and rushed into the shop, shouting, "Quickly prepare water and dried beef!"

"Alright, alright!"

The shopkeeper nodded repeatedly in fright.

Several waiters busily set to work.

In no time, they brought out several neatly packaged parcels.

The white-beardless elder grabbed the parcels and turned to leave without a word, leaping back onto his horse.

The group paused not for a moment, galloping away, disappearing from sight.

Jiang Shi watched with a hint of suspicion, his eyes lingering on the white-beardless elder and the cyan-robed young man, pondering in his heart.

"The elder's voice is so sharp, and the young man's attire is so extravagant, they aren't ordinary people. Could they be from the palace, also heading to the martial assembly?"

If that's true, then this martial assembly is certainly becoming more and more lively.

He quickly finished his breakfast, then headed upstairs to pack, made a simple disguise, settled the bill, and departed, mounting his horse and heading off into the distance.

...

In the endless forest.

Lush and verdant, with rolling hills.

From time to time, groups of three or five fine horses could be seen galloping rapidly across the rugged paths ahead, their hooves clattering.

Each horse bore a martial artist from the Jianghu, most carrying bundles, wielding sabers and swords, and appearing in a hurry.

Judging by the direction they were heading, it was clear they aimed for deeper into the forest.

At this moment.

Four riders slowly emerged from one corner of the forest.

A middle-aged man, two young men, and a young maiden.

However, among them, the young man on the far left looked pale, slightly anxious, with eyes full of deep sorrow, riding quietly on his horse without uttering a word.

On the contrary, Zhao Feiyan chatted incessantly along the way.

"Young Master Lin, don't worry. We're almost at the Wuliang Daoist Temple. With so many heroes and righteous men present, someone will definitely stand up for justice for your family's great vengeance. I've heard that both Daoist Qing Song and Zen Master Wu Hui were passionate about righting wrongs in their youth. With them present, they surely won't stand idly by."

Zhao Feiyan, with a heroic and chivalrous demeanor, patted her chest and said.

"I hope so. The Money Gang colluded with the Government Office to massacre my entire family of eighty-seven members, coveting my ancestral inheritance. I'm the sole survivor. If even Daoist Qing Song and Zen Master Wu Hui are unwilling to stand up for justice, what's the point of me living in this world?"

The young man said mournfully.

"Young Master Lin, you mustn't be disheartened. Even if Daoist Qing Song and Zen Master Wu Hui are preoccupied and cannot assist you, you must not give up yourself. You should diligently practice martial techniques. One day, you will be able to exact vengeance with your own hands."

Zhao Feiyan continued to persuade.

"Exact vengeance with my own hands?"

The young man revealed a bitter smile, shook his head, and said, "You have no idea how powerful the Money Gang is, not to mention having the backing of the Government Office. Even if I cultivate for a lifetime, how could I ever compete with them?"

"That's not how it works. As the saying goes, 'Perseverance turns an iron pestle into a needle.' Last time, when we participated in the martial meeting, we encountered a guy younger than us who single-handedly decimated the entire Luoxia Sword Sect, unmatched by anyone!"

Zhao Feiyan spoke crisply.

"I've heard about the Luoxia Sword Sect's destruction too, but I simply can't believe the perpetrator was just a youth."

The young man shook his head and said, "Fairy Zhao, stop trying to comfort me."

"I'm not comforting you. You can ask my father and my senior brother; they've both seen it."

Zhao Feiyan widened her eyes, speaking eagerly.

"Feiyan, speak no more nonsense!"

Zhao Houcai's tone became serious, reminding her.

The incident of Jiang Shi annihilating the Luoxia Sword Sect was something he wished everyone could forget completely.

Because Jiang Shi had accompanied them into it back then, and if the heroes pursued the matter, they certainly couldn't escape responsibility.

He now desperately wanted to dissociate from everything, yet this foolish daughter of his was still blabbering everywhere.

Truly a curse!

"Father, it's true. Please persuade Young Master Lin."

Zhao Feiyan quickly spoke.

"Enough, stop with this nonsense. I've never heard of such a thing!"

Zhao Houcai spoke coldly.

"See, I knew it couldn't be true."

The young man smiled bitterly.

Zhao Feiyan's face flushed with urgency, as she hurriedly tried to argue further.

But just then.

Suddenly, the sound of urgent hoofbeats came from their left.

They all raised their heads to look.

On the narrow mountain path to their left, a yellow-tiger horse charged wildly, carrying a youth with flesh and bones like sticks, face sallow, dressed in a long robe, with a bundle on his back, and a monstrously large Wolf Fang Club in his hand.

Seeing them, the youth's eyes lit up.

"Elder Zhao? That's fantastic. By the way, did you finally figure out how to get to the Wuliang Daoist Temple? I've been circling here three times already!"

Upon seeing Zhao Houcai, Jiang Shi immediately urged his horse, quickly approaching.

[Throat-lock Hand] Zhao Houcai and his senior disciple Shangguan Yun, both stood dumbfounded, hearts full of fear, instinctively shivering.

This guy···

Why did he appear again?

Although Jiang Shi's face had a makeshift disguise, his distinctive physique and the Wolf Fang Club were still unmistakably recognizable.

But Zhao Feiyan, upon seeing Jiang Shi appear, lit up with joy, exclaiming, "Young Master Lin, did you see? This is who I was talking about···"

Zhao Houcai swiftly clasped his hand over his daughter's mouth, nearly strangling her.

Damn offspring!

Do you want to kill your father?

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