Old Huang had roamed the martial world for so many years and heard countless strange tales and curious anecdotes. Whether it was Wang Xianzhi, the strongest man of the age; Li Chungang, the Sword God from a century ago; or Qi Xuanzhen, the headmaster of Longhu Mountain—they were all unparalleled prodigies, blessed with peerless talent.
But even they could not possibly reach the Finger Profound realm in just two days, with combat prowess so formidable.
If he were a modern man, he would definitely throw back his head and shout: This isn't scientific!
Xu Fengnian's heart stirred at those words. After pondering for a moment, he said, "I really do seem to be the reincarnation of an Immortal. Some kind of True Martial Great Emperor, I think!"
The Heavenly Emperor in the Chat Group had told him this. Since the Heavenly Emperor had said so, it ought to be true.
"What? Young Master, you really are the reincarnation of an Immortal?"
Old Huang's eyes widened as he spoke in disbelief.
He had only been spouting nonsense just now, merely trying to express his shock.
Yet by a freak stroke of luck, he had guessed correctly.
No wonder that when their travels had first begun, he had carefully examined Xu Fengnian and found not the slightest trace of martial training on him.
He had assumed the young man had concealed it well. Who would have thought he had only begun practicing martial arts a few days ago!
"Young Master, if you rise to riches and honor, don't forget me!"
The next moment, Old Huang resumed his former fawning manner, kneading Xu Fengnian's back and rubbing his legs as he spoke.
"Young Master, you must be hungry, right? Watch Old Huang cook for you—I guarantee it'll be so delicious your tongue will