"When I was young, I encountered a small insect. The villagers said, '...'

Encountering two more "big mountains", Su Xiaoxiao's dream of becoming a talented woman suffered another severe blow. She pouting and looking at Zhao Rong eagerly.

Zhao Rong smiled, and ran his finger over the yellowed pages of the book, which looked a little dull but full of spirit. He read softly:

"When I was young, I encountered a small insect, which the villagers called a 蜜肂."

"The cricket is good at carrying small insects. When it encounters an object while walking, it will pick it up and carry it on its head. The heavier its back is, the more it will not stop even if it is very tired. People may take pity on it and help it take the load off. If it can still walk, it will carry the object as before. It also likes to climb high and will not stop even if it tries its best. It may fall to the ground and die."

"I have seen this insect spend its entire life carrying a heavy load up a mountain. If it doesn't die after falling to the ground, it will repeat this cycle until it is exhausted and dies."

"The villagers laughed at him for being greedy and not shying away from money, and for dreaming of a high position, which brought about his own destruction."

"I, however, do not think so."

"We warriors, when we climb mountains, are like cicadas. We aspire to be high, and the more we climb, the heavier the load becomes, until we are finally carrying the mountain. If we fail, our heads and bodies will be shattered. If we succeed, we will punch the heavens!"

"I wrote the Fu Shan Volume with great pride. This boxing only has five moves, but I put all my spirit into it. In terms of posture and method, it may not be as good as the top boxing manuals of the time, but in terms of the meaning of boxing, it is definitely the best among our generation. I firmly believe it..."

Zhao Rong finished reading the title page and turned to the back, which contained pictures and texts recording the five styles of boxing. He let out a light breath and looked up at Liu Sanbian.

The sinister man beside the fire was staring at the boxing manual titled "Fushan Volume" in Zhao Rong's hand with a calm expression.

"He is my master. He traveled to Wei when he was young. I met him next to a wine shop. He was poor and shabby, but he loved the aroma of wine. He coaxed me to buy him some wine, saying that he would teach me boxing and that I would become a warrior Kunpeng who dared to make the sky change color when I grew up. I asked him what a warrior Kunpeng was and what the sky changing color meant. He pointed to the top of his head. That was the dark cloud that had been brewing for a day and was pressing down on the city. 'I throw a punch, and it will rain or clear up if I tell it to.'"

"I know that!" The little fox demon who had been holding back for a long time raised his hand to answer. "Was it that right after your master finished speaking, there was a rumble and a torrential rain fell like crazy? Or was it that a ray of sunlight suddenly pierced through the dark clouds and shone on him, as if a layer of gold was spread over him, making him look like a god, and then the dark clouds faded and the sky became clear?"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows. What the hell was this sense of déjà vu of the protagonist in a vernacular novel becoming a disciple? However, he did not bother to complain. He did not even care that this was the first time that the shy little fox demon spoke to Liu Sanbian. He looked at Liu Sanbian curiously together with Su Xiaoxiao.

Liu Sanbian was slightly stunned. Looking at the two curious gazes, one big and one small, he smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"No, then the bar owner ran out with a broom, beat and scolded him and chased him from the beginning to the end of the street, telling him not to lie at the door and deceive children. This is the seventh one, no fool will be fooled..."

“But, in the end, I was the fool.”

"Later, after I entered the martial arts realm, he left behind a few sets of luck techniques and told me to go to Northern Kunpeng Continent to find him after I became a top three martial artist. Otherwise, he would... 'You're an eyesore, stupid kid, don't bother me.'"

"The three transformations are useless. After all these years, I am only a sixth-rank warrior. I am unworthy of my master's high hopes." After saying this, he poured out the empty wine jug in his hand, but unfortunately there was no wine.

Zhao Rong's mouth twitched. Why did he feel like an unreliable drunkard who cheated kids out of their pocket money? His martial arts level was probably not as high as Brother Sanbian's. What? A sloppy, casual, and hidden peerless master? Ha, I don't believe it. How could you meet so many peerless masters with bad tastes?

"Brother Sanbian, what are the martial arts grades?"

"It is the realm that a martial artist has to experience after reaching the Fuyao realm." Liu Sanbian pondered for a moment and decided to explain it in more detail to Zhao Rong. After all, he was a newcomer who was just beginning to get a glimpse of the ropes.

"When human cultivators climb mountains, they must go through two realms together. One is called Dengtian, and the other is called Fuyao. After that, martial cultivators must separate from sword cultivators and Taoist cultivators. Sword cultivators and Taoist cultivators must go through four and a half realms together, Haoran, Tianzhi, Jindan, half-step Yuanying, and Yuanying. Half-step Yuanying is considered half a realm, while martial cultivators must climb nine levels. Among them, the eighth and ninth levels correspond to Haoran, the sixth and seventh levels correspond to Tianzhi, the fourth and fifth levels correspond to Jindan, the third level is half-step Yuanying, and the first and second levels are equivalent to Yuanying."

"So Brother Sanbian's sixth level of martial arts is equivalent to the Tianzhi realm?"

"That's right." Liu Sanbian sighed. "It's really hard for warriors like me. Not only do we have to be restrained by our physical bodies and burn our blood when we ascend, but our lifespans cannot be compared with other cultivators. It's also harder to advance than other cultivators. We have to break through two levels to be equal to others, and we can't be careless at all."

"But, among cultivators of the same realm, warriors like me are invincible as long as we get close to other cultivators!"

"There are nine levels in the martial arts. Each level is a step, and each step is a solid foundation. There are no shortcuts, and you cannot take any tricks. You can only be like a cicada, the more you go, the heavier it becomes. You must not be lazy and reduce the burden, otherwise you will ruin the foundation of the martial arts, and there will be no hope of breaking through the ninth level, and you will never be able to appreciate the great realm after that!"

When Liu Sanbian spoke of this, he was in high spirits and wished that the wine jug in his hand would be filled immediately so that he could drink to his heart's content.

"Brother Zhao, do you know what it's like to be at the ninth level of martial arts?"

"Brother Sanbian, please speak!"

"When a first-rank warrior breaks through his rank, he will reach the Kunpeng realm. A Kunpeng warrior has a body of blood as vast as the sea, and his meridians are like rivers. His acupoints can hold hundreds of rivers. One punch can change the color of the sky, and one palm can stop the flow of the river!"

"Brother Zhao, do you know about the sacred remains of Kunpeng in Xifuyaozhou that has carried Kundu for tens of thousands of years?"

"Of course I know. It was killed by my Zhao family's ancestor."

“I heard that the Kunpeng clan lives in the Northern Kunpeng Continent, which is its descendant. Today, they still serve as the largest intercontinental ferry for the human race as prisoners. Every year, they migrate south from the Northern Kunpeng Continent, passing through the Western Fuyao Continent and the Tunan Continent until they reach the Southern Xiaoyao Continent. They can travel back and forth between the two poles of the Xuanhuang Realm in one year. They leap and fly, hitting the water for three thousand miles and soaring up for ninety thousand miles. Wherever they pass, the sky is blocked out and it is like night. Warriors of our generation can rival these strange beasts. The vast blood and energy of Kunpeng, the thousand-mile body, and the tremendous power are all condensed into the nine-foot body of a seventh-level warrior!”

"This is the Xuanhuang Cultivation Realm, the peak of the Martial Arts Mountain."

The gloomy man who had always been gloomy now had a radiant look on his face and his voice was sonorous and powerful.

Zhao Rong stared at Liu Sanbian blankly and felt that he was very different at this moment.

…

"Gui, are Kunpeng realm warriors so powerful?"

"Yeah, that's amazing."

"Hey, tell me about it."

"Well, I don't have much impression of the Xuanhuang Realm. Let me tell you about something outside the realm. It is stronger than the Kunpeng Realm. I once witnessed a plane being torn apart by a warrior and a monster at the edge of the Suzaku Constellation. I watched the fragments of the origin of that broken little world shine in the empty space, and then they were ground into light points of source quality by the Wall of Laws..."

"Stop, stop going off topic. Who won in the end?"

"That warrior."

"Hiss, it's really amazing."

"Yes, indeed, but I later killed him."

“…”

"Oh, I don't know what you're thinking yet, but I'm telling you, our agreement is to reach the Haoran realm. If you only become a warrior, even if you're in the rank, you can't become the Fu Shi sword master. The Fu Shi sword master must be a sword cultivator, even if he doesn't have his own flying sword, he must follow the path of sword cultivation."

"Well, I understand. The seventh level of martial arts is Kunpeng. What about sword cultivators and Taoist cultivators?"

"The seventh level of sword cultivation, free and easy."

"The seventh realm of Taoism, Taiyi."

"Hmm? Aren't these the names of the three continents, the East, the West, and the North?"

"Yes, this was modified by Jiang Taiqing back then. The South Xiaoyao Continent, the North Kunpeng Continent, and the East Taiyi Continent correspond to the seventh realms of sword cultivation, martial arts cultivation, and Taoism cultivation respectively. The remaining West Fuyao Continent corresponds to the Fuyao realm where all three exist."

"What about Tunan Continent and the three smaller continents including Wangque Continent?"

"The names of these four continents have nothing to do with the realm of cultivation. They have other origins."

"Well, what about above the Seventh Realm? Are there any other realms?"

"Why does Mr. Zhao know so much? Do you want to practice in your dreams at night and enjoy yourself?"

“…”