Liu Sanbian frowned as he looked at the "Ants' Secret of Ascending to Heaven" copied on the piece of paper in his hand.

It is written in small regular script with majestic strokes and clear style.

What surprised Liu Sanbian at this moment was not the beautiful handwriting, because he had known for a long time that the calligraphy of the scholar in front of him was extraordinary.

"Brother, where did you get this article "Ants' Ascension to Heaven"?"

"Hey, it's a family tradition. What's wrong? Is there any problem with this technique?"

"Huh, my dear brother, there must be a great man among his ancestors." Liu Sanbian was quite amazed. He looked up at the young scholar in front of him with an unchanged smile. Suddenly, he remembered something. The main line of the Zhao family holds the title of the Marquis of Fuyao Electorate of the human race, so their ancestors were indeed remarkable. This improved version of "The Secret of Ants' Ascension to Heaven" which he had never seen on the market was most likely the secret of the Zhao family.

Zhao Rong felt something was wrong after hearing this. Was he inexplicably lower in seniority than someone else?

"Hmph, he still has some vision. The things I have revised are more than just decent. Haha, I guess it will be difficult for future generations to improve on them. Have I destroyed another path? My dear disciple, you must practice well and don't disappoint our ancestors' expectations of you." Gui Aojiao's voice came out again.

"Who are you talking about, my good disciple?"

"You."

"Yes, my good disciple said to me."

"You, you, how can this be unreasonable!"

Zhao Rong felt very bored. Any routine could choke it. There was no challenge at all. Although Zhao Rong believed that he might be ten thousand times worse in terms of talent and comprehension in cultivation, he was confident that in terms of quarreling, after the tempering of many "fellow Taoists" in the era of information explosion in his previous life, he could easily defeat the arrogant and poisonous sword spirit in his body.

"Hey, why don't you learn your lesson? Why do you want to beat me in an argument? Who were you before you died? Why are you so competitive?"

"Hmph, just wait for me."

Zhao Rong curled his lips and glanced at Liu Sanbian who was still thinking about the improved martial arts technique. He had promised him before that he would send something to the Yunshui Cave in the Fire Country, the southernmost part of Wangque Continent, and personally deliver the thing to the child named Qingshan.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong felt helpless. In addition to delivering jade and letters, he now had to deliver another thing that he didn't know yet. How did he end up like a postman?

Rebirth: I am delivering express in another world?

Isn't there a post station on the mountain to send letters and deliver things? I seem to have seen a sword shop in Cangzhoupu that can send letters by flying sword. Well, Mr. Fang and Brother Sanbian may think it is safer to ask someone to send it. But according to Brother Sanbian, there is no rush to send his things at the moment, so he will take them with him first and go to Yunshui Cave when he has the opportunity in the future, such as when he happens to go to Lihuo Country to board a ship to return home.

Zhao Rong was planning silently in his mind. He was always used to sorting out his own path and goals, no matter how big or small, and arranging them in advance. After that, he would manage his time and complete them step by step.

"Hiss, can this place be modified like this? After modifying this part, I can easily overcome the obstacle that I couldn't avoid before..."

"Brother Zhao, this improved version of 'Ants' Ascension to Heaven' is much more sophisticated than the mainstream version on the market. Although I am not yet at the level of being able to understand the origin and improve the practice, I still have the ability to judge the quality of a foundation-building practice."

About a quarter of an hour later, Liu Sanbian sighed and put down the improved version of the technique in his hand, which he thought was a little incredible. "The ancestors of the Zhao family are indeed very good at it. I don't know when the next person who can continue to improve this technique will appear."

Zhao Rong coughed lightly and avoided the topic. "Brother Sanbian, what do you think? Can you guide me to the Heavenly Realm?"

After saying this, Zhao Rong smiled bitterly. "To be honest, I am a dull boy. I don't know anything about the eight extraordinary meridians and the twelve regular meridians. I don't even know how many acupoints there are. If I practice hard on my own, I probably won't even be able to find the door."

"Even if Brother Zhao doesn't help Sanbian deliver the things, Sanbian will help, but..." Liu Sanbian leaned forward, his calloused hands pressed on his legs, and looked sternly at the weak scholar in front of him. "Brother Zhao, are you sure you want to follow the martial arts path in the Ascension Realm to temper your body? Sanbian is a rough man, and his hands and feet are not light or heavy. I can only say that I will try my best to make you feel more comfortable. However, since you have made a decision, then at least in this realm, you are a martial artist in Sanbian's eyes, and you must polish your body according to the standards of a martial artist."

"For warriors like me, pain is the most worthless thing!"

Liu Sanbian chuckled again, "My son Qingshan went to school because he couldn't stand the hardship. Ha, when he was little, he always wanted to be a top-notch warrior and punch through the sky. But when I rubbed his bones, he rolled on the ground in pain. After that, he listened to me and went to a private school. Ha, what a fool."

Zhao Rong looked at the serious man with a "terrible" expression opposite him, and felt that he was like a man-eating beast who had found the most delicious food. For a short moment, he subconsciously wanted to retreat, but felt ashamed the next second. When he thought of his original intention, the promise of returning to Haoran, and the condescending eyes of the group of people in the air above the ferry, a blazing fire ignited in his heart, and then a brilliant smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This is the unyielding spirit of being stronger when faced with stronger opponents, and this is the pathological ruthlessness of becoming even more ruthless when faced with more ruthlessness.

Gui said that because of his poor natural aptitude, to pass this heavenly realm, he could actually choose between a show-off who took pills and soaked in drugs and a down-to-earth warrior. It smiled and suggested that he choose the former, and sincerely said that it would never look down on Young Master Zhao.

Liu Sanbian looked at the weak scholar in front of him who did not respond but had light in his eyes. He had already received the answer.

"Very good, Sanbian got it. Now we are still a long way from the Great Wei. During this time, Sanbian will do his best to help you get started and reach the third level of the Heavenly Realm, Jinshi, Qingxu, Zhenyi. I will try to help you find the sense of Qi and step into Qingxu before we part ways, and get you on the right track. But the rest of the way will depend on you alone."

Zhao Rong listened carefully and kept the words in mind.

Liu Sanbian nodded, returned the paper in his hand to Zhao Rong, raised his hand and patted Zhao Rong's shoulder lightly. The latter's shoulders sank, but he gritted his teeth and stood up again.

Liu Sanbian frowned slightly. "My brother's bones are too light. These meridians should be innate. What a pity. But it's okay. You can continue to go to the Ascension Realm, but the Fuyao Realm..."

Liu Sanbian didn't say anything else, but he saw Zhao Rong's eyes and found that Zhao Rong seemed to have known his physical condition. He was stunned for a moment, then smiled and had a better understanding of the scholar in front of him.

"Brother, since this is the case, then this path is necessary to reach the Heavenly Realm. At least this can add a glimmer of hope for future breakthroughs."

"Then I'll leave it to you, Brother Sanbian." Zhao Rong said sincerely.

"I checked and we're not far from a market on the mountain. Let's change our route and go there first. I'll help you prepare some things, and then we'll set off."

Liu Sanbian made the arrangements, then thought about it, took out a cloth bag from the pendant on his chest, opened it, and carefully took out a yellowed ancient book, about the thickness of a finger, and handed it to Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong took it with both hands and looked at it curiously. He saw that the cover was pure black with three large ancient characters on it.

Su Xiaoxiao, who had been fanning Zhao Rong at the side, came over curiously and whispered.

"Carrying the mountain..."

She made a grimace and held up her slender finger. "How do you read this?"

"Volume." Zhao Rong said softly.

"The Volume of Carrying the Mountain."