Zhang Chen secretly prided himself on having read hundreds of novels. Countless great experts had been caught out because others learned their trump cards; in the end, they were plotted against and did not even know how they died. How could Zhang Chen repeat the same mistakes?
Throughout the entire Great Thousand World, there was probably only Zhang Chen, such a "sneaky bastard" with no great expert status, who liked to hide himself away.
Yet Zhang Chen did not consider it shameful, but glorious. So what if he hid "hundreds of millions" of tricks up his sleeve?
That was because he had the ability!
Was there some rule saying that if my cultivation was high, you would not bully me, but if it was low, you would want to stomp on me? There had never been such a rule!
If you ran into my hands, then count yourself unlucky!
Zhang Chen pursed his lips as he taught Wang Ye the Standing Stake. Great changes would come to the world in the future. Whether bloodlines or Contemplation Methods, all would turn to nothingness. Martial arts might be the only Supernatural Power with a chance of remaining, or at least the last supernatural power to disappear. For now, Wang Ye's only path was martial arts.
Moreover, Wang Ye was only three or four years old. Though it was somewhat early for martial arts, he could still be taught some simple martial knowledge to help him lay his foundations. At the same time, Zhang Chen could seek out various Precious Medicines to cleanse Wang Ye's marrow and reshape his bones and physique.
The fleet sailed in vast opposing formations. Wherever it passed, countless demon beasts retreated three paces, not daring to come forward and pry. Zhang Chen's journey was incomparably peaceful. The fleet