“Brother, you have done me a great favor. I have no way to repay you. Here’s what I’m going to do: whatever you want, I will definitely find a way to get it for you.”
Wang Zhongxian was deeply moved; his younger brother was so generous.
As soon as I asked, they handed over this rare treasure without hesitation.
His ostentatious manner was just like that of a rich second-generation heir who came from a wealthy family.
Seeing Wang Zhongxian's moved expression, Li Chang'an felt a pang of pity.
If Wang Zhongxian knew this, he would have as much of this stuff as rice.
And since it's for animals, they'd probably turn on you on the spot.
He decided that he wouldn't give out fertility pills randomly anymore, since things are valued for their scarcity.
"You're too kind. Between brothers like us, saying such things would be disrespectful to me, Li Chang'an." Li Chang'an pretended to be angry and flicked his sleeve.
"It was our fault, it was our fault." Wang Zhongxian bowed and apologized to Li Chang'an, looking extremely humble.
If people in the martial arts world saw this, they would probably be astonished.
This is still the same old Wang Zhongxian, the one who killed countless people, silenced even the most naive children, and was hated to the bone by both the righteous and the evil factions.
Li Chang'an poured a cup of tea, handed it to Wang Zhongxian, and said, "That's more like it. We're brothers, why should we be so formal?"
"but."
"I would like to ask Brother Wang, what exactly is the realm of a Grandmaster in the martial arts world? I hope Brother Wang can enlighten me."
Wang Zhongxian sat in his chair, looking at Li Chang'an, thinking to himself: "To be able to ask such a question, I'm afraid this Brother Li has truly never been to the mortal world."
Even a greenhorn who has never entered the martial arts world knows something about the division of realms.
This Mr. Li's question shows he truly knows nothing about the world.
"Brother," Wang Zhongxian cleared his throat and said, "In this martial arts world, martial arts levels are divided into six levels."
At the very bottom are the vagrants and gangsters. These are considered low-class. Any peasant who can wield a large knife can be called a low-class member of the underworld.
The second level is the third-rate martial artist. This is considered to be a minor achievement, someone who knows a few kung fu moves. Ordinary wandering knights and sect disciples can be considered third-rate martial artists.
Next are the second-rate masters, who are already considered to have entered the inner circle. They are basically the mainstays of the sect, and if placed in some small places, they can also be considered strongmen.
Then there are the top-tier swordsmen, who are basically all famous figures in the martial arts world, each of them a renowned master.
The most skilled martial artists above the first-rate swordsmen are called grandmasters. They have reached the point where they can turn a leaf into a sword and injure people from a distance.
Finally, there is the highest realm in the martial arts world, the Grandmaster realm. There are only a few dozen such masters in the entire world; they are all powerful figures who dominate their respective regions and represent the foundation of major sects.
Li Chang'an listened intently and couldn't help but ask, "Then Brother Wang, aren't you the world's top expert?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Zhongxian shook his head and sighed, "There are mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people. People in the martial arts world only know about the Grandmaster realm, but when they actually reach our level, they realize that there are even more powerful masters, who are collectively known as 'Land Immortals'."
“Land immortals…” Li Chang’an exclaimed in surprise: “Are they very powerful? Can they make a sword strike that chills nineteen provinces, or open the gates of heaven with a single shout of sword?”
"Could I cover the heavens and the earth with one hand, grasp the sun and moon and pluck the stars from the sky, so that the world would be plunged into eternal darkness, and there would be no one like me in this world?"
"Brother!"
Wang Zhongxian stared at Li Chang'an in astonishment and said, "You're not talking about immortals on land, you're talking about immortals in the heavens."
The so-called immortals on land are nothing more than self-proclaimed boasts by people in the martial arts world.
A grandmaster is simply someone who can release internal energy through acupoints and pulses.
Even a terrestrial immortal is just someone with a bit more internal energy, capable of using lightness skills to fly a distance of ten meters or so.
Even the most skilled martial artist in the world, Master Zhang, could only kill someone ten meters away with a single palm strike using his internal energy.
How could one sword's light chill nineteen provinces, and one's hand grasp the stars?
Wang Zhongxian couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. It seemed that his brother Li was very knowledgeable and knew such a divine figure. Otherwise, how could he have described him in such detail?
Hearing this, Li Chang'an felt somewhat disappointed. He had thought there were immortals who could fly and disappear into the earth, and he would try to find one to see if he could return to Earth.
The system even gave me an Emperor Armor, but it turns out that the people in this world probably can't even stop a Gatling gun.
"Speaking of terrestrial immortals, I've met one today, brother," Wang Zhongxian said, feigning profundity.
"Oh, I saw them. Who was it?" Li Chang'an recalled the person he had met today with some curiosity.
The groom and Fatty Guo can be ruled out; they're already offering incense, how could they possibly be experts?
Meng He was a grandmaster, so Meng Xingyun couldn't be either.
The people in the inn could be the culprits, but if there really was someone more powerful than Wang Zhongxian, why didn't they show themselves?
The Prince's Mansion...
Li Chang'an suddenly looked up at Wang Zhongxian.
He slowly sipped his tea and uttered two words.
"princess!"
Li Chang'an then understood why a prince who could be granted a fiefdom had only one son.
Moreover, even if the only son is infertile, he will not have two more children to carry on the family line.
If your main account is ruined, can't you just create a secondary account?
Even ordinary people understand this principle, so why can't the King of Lingnan understand it? He insists on entrusting the continuation of the Meng family line to Meng Xingyun, and he doesn't even marry more women to expand the family.
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