Gold Embryo, Iron River Chariot, Six Jia Horizontal Training Skill

In a rented room in the Bao Shui District of Xijing City, Feng Xue was sitting in front of a desk lamp, wearing a single-lens Magnifying Glass over her right eye, the kind often seen in movies and TV shows used by jewelers and appraisers, making her look as if she were admiring a rare treasure.

But in reality, at this moment he was more like a plastic craftsman than an appraiser, carefully handling the fragile parts.

Like a wisp of will, it slowly seeped into the crystal-like shell, then gradually gathered inside the die, weaving into the desired shape under Feng Xue's precise control.

The illusory texture was slowly built up, and a figure gradually appeared inside the tiny die, which was no more than one centimeter square.

Feng Xue was at this moment as if she were building a boat in a bottle, feeding the parts into the bottle one by one, and then assembling them inside.

The roar of engines outside the window, the ticking of the clock inside the room, the arguing of the neighbors upstairs, the heavy breathing of the people in the coffee shop next door...

The various sounds were exceptionally clear under Feng Xue's highly focused concentration, yet they did not cause the slightest fluctuation in his mental state.

"It's done!"

Suddenly, Feng Xue, who had been standing like a statue, let out a soft sigh, and a clear human figure had materialized in the small die in his hand.

"Next one, next one!" Feng Xue placed the small die on the shelf next to her, then took out a new one from her briefcase and put it away. At this time, there were already more than 300 "Crystal Dice" with illusory images on the shelf, but there were obviously more in the briefcase.

Among the dice placed on the shelf, the lower you go, the thinner the phantom becomes; at the very bottom, some phantoms have completely vanished.

But Feng Xue didn't care about this; or rather, those that disappeared were the finished products.

That means the [consciousness] in the dice has been completely tainted by his consciousness; only in this way will the consciousness that has completed its mission automatically dissipate.

After all, this isn't some kind of fake authority like the [Orca], but the true Martial Way True Form.

He named it -- [True Self].

"It feels like if we keep going down this path, we can directly launch 'Hell God of War'." Feng Xue tossed the random thoughts that had surfaced in her mind and the salt that had appeared in her hand behind her, and focused her attention on the dice again.

"Tap tap tap..."

A short knock came from the door. Feng Xue frowned slightly, waved his hand and rolled up the Bundle Cloth that was being used as a tablecloth on the table. The entire workbench, along with the suitcase and the finished dice, was transformed into a package the size of a lychee. He put these things into his pocket before getting up to open the door.

It's not that there's anything to hide about these things; the main problem is that after he condensed his Martial Way True Form, he discovered that the observations of Real Worlder had a huge impact on this [consciousness]. Even through the protective shell, there would be a subtle influence. For this reason, he directly discarded the dice he had used for experiments in the early stages—he didn't want any accidents to happen when it came to his path of Weird Tale.

Of course, these dice weren't just thrown away. As a "relatively pure" form of [consciousness], Feng Xue planned to use them to Smelt Phantom Object after returning to Infinite City to see if any changes would occur.

"Click..."

The cheap Door Lock rattled, the door opened, and Feng Xue felt a headache coming on when she saw the girl standing in the doorway.

"By the way, what brings you here? Are you so free in your senior year of high school?"

"This is what it's like for seniors with guaranteed admission spots." Chen Xiyao smiled, narrowing her eyes, before seriously picking up her schoolbag and School Bag:

"I'm not kidding, this is the second edition of the martial arts textbook. Check it and see if there are any problems."

"The first version was only used for one semester before it was replaced?" Feng Xue took the School Bag, which weighed at least twenty pounds, and stepped aside to let Chen Xiyao come in before continuing the conversation.

"There's no other way. The first version was designed to take into account that older students also lacked a foundation, so it contained a lot of repetitive content. It's like when pinyin was first invented, both elementary and high school students learned pinyin. After a year of widespread adoption, they basically knew the essentials, so it's time to divide it into age groups."

Chen Xiyao's serious way of speaking made Feng Xue very uncomfortable. He raised his hand and flicked the girl on the forehead before saying:

"Speak properly, don't use bureaucratic language!"

"I wasn't being bureaucratic! This was just normal, serious talking, okay?" Chen Xiyao rubbed her head in dissatisfaction, casually sitting on the edge of Feng Xue's bed, watching Feng Xue take out her textbook to read, and said:

"In addition to removing basic elements such as visualization from junior and senior high school textbooks, the order of instruction has also been revised. For example, the section on lightness skill has been reduced to only body movement techniques, since too many mischievous kids got themselves killed last year because they learned lightness skill."

"It's nothing." Feng Xue thought of the news a while ago about a child who ran a highway because of his agility, and the parents suing the new textbooks for compensation after the accident. She felt a little pained for a moment.

"Actually, the initial plan was to only retain both soft and hard martial arts, since if children possess too much strength, it's easy for unruly kids to emerge. But now martial arts have spread so widely that many parents teach them directly, so it's useless if schools don't teach them."

Although Chen Xiyao really wanted to move on to the private conversation, as the "communication ambassador," she still had to finish her work first.

"There's nothing I can do about this. The popularization of martial arts will lead to many changes. For example, if everyone on the street knows Golden Bell Shield, then the speed limit for vehicles in the city will definitely be raised, and the specifications of various elevators and staircases will also be upgraded. If children don't practice from a young age, they will fall behind these changes. But if things don't change, it will lead to a distorted social structure. In the future, we can't divide administrative regions according to the strength of martial arts, can we?"

Hearing Feng Xue's words, Chen Xiyao immediately envisioned a scene: as people's kung fu skills gradually improve, various facilities that were originally weakened to accommodate human physical abilities will slowly be upgraded. For example, when an area is full of masters of light-footed kung fu, the bus won't even need to stop; as soon as the door opens, those masters can simply use their light-footed kung fu to board the bus.

Then the problem arises: if we follow the higher-ups' idea of reducing the martial arts skills children learn to curb their recklessness, it will make them the weakest group in the environment. If it really comes to that, the children's survival pressure will increase dramatically.

We can't possibly have to go to a special city to give birth in the future, can we?

"Couldn't we develop a Horizontal Training Cultivation Method that even kids can practice? One that only focuses on defense!" Chen Xiyao said, her imagination running wild. Feng Xue, however, looked at her as if she were an idiot.

"Even children can practice the Golden Bell Shield, but the problem is that children can't endure that kind of hardship, you understand? This kind of external martial arts training, in essence, uses Internal Force in conjunction with being hit to strengthen the body's ability to withstand blows. Is it possible for you to make a child be hit every day while practicing this technique?"

"That's true!" Chen Xiyao gave a slightly naive smile, but Feng Xue had a sudden Spiritual Light—

"Hey, you know what, it actually works! Wait a minute!"

After Feng Xue finished speaking, she left Chen Xiyao aside and ran to the computer, typing away furiously.

An hour later, Chen Xiyao looked at the first line of the title on the stack of printed papers in her hand, and said with a bewildered expression:

What is this thing?

"Didn't it say on it: 'Golden Baby Iron River Chariot Six Jia Horizontal Training Fetal Protection Skill'?"

Whether or not a Weird Tale the Mohism Master Craftsman will be created is actually not important, because firstly, the Mohist Mohism has been extinct for thousands of years and it is impossible for Weird Tale to emerge, and even if it were, it would not be able to steal the Martial Ancestor, because the martial arts in this world are defined by the protagonist.

Simply put, as long as the protagonist's traces exist in this world, the Martial Ancestor is predetermined. Unless someone possesses a martial arts foundation other than Peerless Martial Art and successfully spreads it, no one else can obtain the Trait of Martial Ancestor.

This is similar to One-Punch Man. No matter how much the story hypes up other heroes, from God's perspective, the strongest in the world can only be Saitama.

The protagonist cannot obtain this Weird Tale simply because he lacks the necessary background information.

What he's doing now is to first create the impression that "there is a source of martial arts" in people's minds. When everyone accepts the existence of a source of martial arts, Supernatural Tale Entry will naturally appear.

As for why not create an ancient ruin...

You need to consider the cost. Printing a name and adding a few paragraphs in a textbook costs almost nothing, but creating a replica of an ancient site that's indistinguishable from the real thing is a huge problem.

First of all, this is different from building a house; it would take at least several years to build one.

Secondly, site selection is an issue for such a large-scale project. Where will you excavate? How will you maintain secrecy?

Once you've unearthed it, how will you make it public? Will you do it like Sanxingdui, or will you keep it strictly secret? If you keep it strictly secret, there's no point in unearthing it. But if you make it public, and someone knowledgeable comes and sees it, saying, "Wow, it's from last week!" wouldn't that be a laughing stock? You'd lose all credibility!

So, in general, exploring ancient ruins is a thankless and arduous task.