More than half an hour later, relying on his formidable intelligence, Chu Qing had mastered these people's language and finally figured out what was going on:
It turned out these poorly dressed people were called savages.
They did not understand the common tongue at all, nor were they qualified to learn it.
Only Divine Beings were qualified to learn it.
Divine Beings were those who could fly through the heavens and burrow through the earth, move mountains and overturn seas.
Only Divine Beings were qualified to wear splendid clothes.
Chu Qing asked curiously, "Where are the Divine Beings?"
The group pointed toward the mountains. "Deep in the mountains!"
"We don't dare go there!"
Chu Qing pondered for a moment. "How far?"
An old man gathered his courage and said, "Cross ten mountains, and you'll see a great mountain wreathed in green mist."
"That is where the Divine Beings live!"
Chu Qing nodded.
He saw a huge boulder in the village and wrote some words upon it.
Then, after giving it some thought, he used the savages' writing and symbols to write down a most basic martial arts secret transmission—Mantis Fist.
Mantis Fist was the first martial art he had learned.
At first, it could only cultivate a few Iron Sinews.
But now, with a few minor alterations, it could cultivate three hundred and sixty-five Iron Sinews.
"Study what is written above. If you master it, you will grow stronger in the future! Perhaps you may even become Divine Beings like me!"
The savages were utterly dumbfounded.
Become Divine Beings?
They had never even thought of that in their lives.
No, not even in their next lives.
Divine Beings—were born Divine Beings.
Ignoring what the savages thought, Chu Qing headed straight into the depths of the mountains.
He wanted to see