Over the course of three days, Wang Hao read quite a few books here.
He also discovered that many people in the Scripture Pavilion had questioned the path of the physical body in the Martial Saint Path.
Clearly, many people have discovered its drawbacks and dangers.
However, it is clear that the physical path is the most fundamental path.
In comparison, the other approaches all seem a bit like using clever tricks.
Of course, there is also a main road.
The Path of Spiritual Power!
That path, too, can lead to independent sainthood.
Moreover, only when one's mental strength also keeps up can one be considered truly without weaknesses.
Otherwise, even the most powerful martial saint could become lost in a mental attack.
At this moment, Wang Hao put down his book and couldn't help but sigh.
These books are indeed very good, and many of the authors have very insightful views.
Those that are no good don't deserve to be placed here; they were thrown away by the sweeping monk long ago.
The problem is that the books here are all for Emperor Wuzong.
But now, Wang Hao is a Martial Saint!
Wang Hao was completely clueless about the Martial Saint's cultivation methods and future path.
He himself had no idea what to do.
Rubbing his temples, Wang Hao was also somewhat confused.
And just then...
Wang Hao suddenly raised his head, a look of shock flashing in his eyes.
"How could this be!"
As he spoke, Wang Hao's heart was pounding in his chest!
Because there was a person standing not far away.
Someone Wang Hao knew very well, someone he had been waiting for for three days!
The Sweeping Monk!
But the sweeping monk at this moment...
He is seriously injured!
Who on earth could beat him up like this?
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