Martial History Unrivaled Through the Ages! Huo: I've become the founder of the White Crane School?

By the bluestone bridge south of the city, the bustle of the old morning market had yet to disperse. Pedestrians streamed back and forth, and noisy horns blared from time to time.

Amid the clamor by the bridge, an old man in gray work trousers sat beneath a tree, quietly fishing with a simple rod in hand.

There was no bait on his line—not even a hook. It simply drifted silently atop the river.

No one knew when the old man had sat down. He had remained there for two hours without shifting an inch.

Until someone approached and bowed.

"Master."

The newcomer was none other than the head of the White Crane School, freshly returned from Silver Moon.

"Sit."

The old man looked no different from any retired pensioner, and even his speech came slow and unhurried.

"How is the no-man's land now?"

"All sides are still fighting over it. Both the Divine Spirit Research Institute and the Human Immortal Research Institute have entered the fray and established war bases of their own. But Umbrella got involved earliest and already has three bases..."

the sect master said.

"As expected."

The old man replied calmly.

"Do we need to take part?"

the sect master asked for instructions.

"Anyone below the Human Immortal level can go if they wish. Human Immortals are not to move."

The old man flicked his fishing rod. "The opponents of the three of us have never been merely those financial magnates. There are also the visitors from beyond the heavens behind the foreign financial magnates. They can come again after they die. If we die, we truly die..."

Thinking of those mysterious, terrifying ancient Human Immortals—beings whose traces ran through the entire history of civilization, even appearing in the dozen or so civilizations that had perished