The 3,700 catties of Red Gold Mine had been divided between just two carts.
Twenty-four Mine Guards escorted them as they headed toward the Mountain River Sect.
Yang Ling and Xu Shan rode behind the convoy.
The other three Mountain River Sect Disciples rode ahead of it.
Any petty thieves they encountered along the way would see their attire and leave on their own.
Xu Shan chatted with Yang Ling off and on.
Yang Ling played along, joking with him.
As they talked, Yang Ling deliberately steered the conversation toward Martial Arts.
"That day, when we fought Wu Man, he used Collapse Mountain Fist. His momentum was like a rainbow, as if a huge mountain were really collapsing behind him."
Yang Ling sighed. "I was so startled that I couldn't even muster any strength."
He paused, then asked curiously,
"Senior Brother Xu Shan, is Collapse Mountain Fist some kind of peerless Martial Skill?"
"What you're talking about is called 'Intent.'"
Xu Shan smiled. "Collapse Mountain Fist is an ordinary boxing technique, nowhere near as good as our Mountain River Twelve Fists.
"But this technique really can cultivate 'Intent.'
"It's not something just anyone can learn. You need at least a little talent."
That talent should be Mental Power.
The entry requirements for Collapse Mountain Fist were eight points of Strength and three points of Mental Power.
Yang Ling continued to steer the conversation in that direction.
"Intent? What is it?"
Xu Shan said, "I'm not entirely sure. My strength is still nowhere near the level needed to cultivate 'Intent.'
"But I've heard that the Martial Skills of the four great first-rate sects can all cultivate Intent.
"Among them, the Divine Sect is the best."
He paused, a trace of yearning and reverence crossing his face.
"I've heard the Divine Sect