"I don't understand, I really don't understand."

In the Mu family's territory, Mu Jihai, who had been staying there to freeload with his audacity, was stunned as he watched Dao Chengyi explaining things to the young Mu family martial artists and masters.

Behind Dao Chengyi, who was sitting on the platform, appeared a fantastical landscape painting that blended together the vast land, mountains and rivers, fertile plains, gentle breezes and tornadoes, thunder and floods, snow-capped peaks, and misty lakes.

As he continued to explain the details of martial arts and the key points of its essence, the martial artists and even martial arts masters underground gradually entered a meditative state, and the landscape painting enveloped them.

Lost in reverie, as if in a dream, as if bathed in divine light, this was the state of the Qingmang Mu family members at this moment. Behind them, in the same fantasy that matched the landscape, something different unfolded.

Mu Jihai couldn't understand it, but he was shocked by the artistic conception that occupied two-thirds of the scene, because even in the Chu family, there was no artistic conception with such a large proportion!

In particular, all the martial arts masters possess artistic conception, and their artistic conception is close to mastery, having already achieved a sense of reality. Some have even reached a high level, appearing as if they were real scenery. If they reach perfection, they will have the ability to completely change reality.

"If they were to attack, how long could you hold out?"

Mu Jihai looked at the head guard beside him, An Jin, who was the first man in the bull-head mask. He was burly and exuded the iron-blooded aura of an army. Even such a man with sharp eyelids and piercing gazes was trembling at the sight.

"If we only consider the current numbers, and they are all condensed into formations with similar increases in power, we can hold out for thirty minutes, after which victory will be ours."

"But if the opponent has more numbers and uses more moves, it may be difficult to determine the outcome within an hour."

This was the resistance effect of a combined force of four fifth-level cultivators, twenty martial arts masters, and one hundred martial artists. However, even An Jin dared not be overconfident in the face of such a learning team whose highest level was no more than third-level cultivators.

If the Five Trainings represent the pinnacle of martial arts, then military formations amplify and condense the power of hundreds or thousands of people, and then artistic conception represents power with even higher priority and greater amplification.

Especially when teams practice martial arts together, share a common artistic conception, and have formation techniques, they are clearly able to unleash greater damage by combining their skills and techniques to narrow the gap in their realms and martial arts skills.

It's already terrifying. An Jin dares to guarantee that such force is enough to attack the Mighty Bull Demon Sect that controls the two prefectures. As long as Wu Hou is stopped, it will definitely be a one-sided massacre.

"This Dao Chengyi is truly skilled, young master."

An Jin spoke with his head down. The others here just looked at the martial arts arena with solemnity and a little longing. For most of them, even if they were at the fifth level of training, one or two of them were only at the proficient level of intent. Although their intent was a little higher than that of this small place, they couldn't compete with the fact that others had a higher level of mastery.

"Keep bragging. My master is just a little capable? Why don't you take a look at your young master and say the same thing? I don't know who your family members are, so I won't say, but does this young master compare to my master?"

Because she was a practitioner of the "Awakening Meat" school and primarily trained in the Ice Dao, Bai Zhi did not listen to martial arts instruction in the training ground, but instead watched the group of people from the main family here.

"How can my young master be inferior? He will be a marquis and prime minister in the future. So what if his artistic conception is strong? If he doesn't become a Martial Marquis, he will never see the peak of martial arts in his life, and his lifespan will be no more than a hundred and twenty years."

Strangely enough, when An Jin looked at the white-haired maid with malice, he only felt danger. The people here were somewhat strange, just like Feng Tianyu. He had only practiced for three years, but he found it troublesome to fight. The strength and power of his internal energy were unlike ordinary martial arts.

"I haven't reached the point where I need to seek superiority in terms of the future and lifespan. In terms of talent, I am indeed inferior to you, Brother Dao."

It's impossible not to feel jealous, but looking at the scenery that almost completely enveloped the training ground, Mu Jihai found it hard to feel any desire to compete. In particular, the other party's detailed explanation of martial arts was something even a bright young man like himself couldn't help but admire.

His first thought upon seeing Dao Chengyi was to kill him, but Elder Wuhou said that Dao Chengyi had discovered him and it was not advisable to act rashly.

After hearing Dao Chengyi's explanation today, this initial surprise and doubt gave rise to some ambition in him: could he cooperate with Dao Chengyi to establish a foundation?

“If Brother Dao had been born in Zhongzhou… no, even if he had been born in any mid-level sect or family, he wouldn’t be where he is now.”

Under the influence of ambition, Mu Jihai suppressed his feelings. Before he understood the specifics of Dao Chengyi, he only needed to maintain a friendly demeanor. After all, as a member of the same family, as long as the other party didn't care about the Martial King's inheritance, everything was negotiable.

"That's because they weren't fortunate enough to welcome the master's birth. Speaking of which, you've all been listening here for so long, shouldn't you offer something in return? It's one thing to eat and use our food, but shouldn't you at least pay for this kind of explanation?"

Bai Zhi shrugged. She had heard that Niu Jinniu of Chuzhou possessed martial arts at the level of "severing the industry" (a high level of martial arts mastery). Even if she couldn't obtain the martial arts itself, she was sure he had some martial arts techniques. When she gave them to the master, several more Gu worms would emerge.

"You have the nerve to talk like we look down on your third-rate techniques. They're just third-rate martial arts. I can give you any one of them if you want. If you beg me, I'll give you a few more."

One of the martial arts instructors spoke sarcastically. He had always looked down on people from small places, especially after seeing that they enjoyed a better life than him. He was envious, and now, hearing Bai Zhi's words, he seemed to have found a sense of superiority.

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