The 3,700 jin of Red Gold Ore was divided between only two horse-drawn carts.
Twenty-four mine guards escorted them toward the Mountains and Rivers Sect.
Yang Ling and Xu Shan rode behind the convoy.
The other three Mountains and Rivers Sect disciples rode at the very front.
Any petty bandits they encountered along the way would retreat on their own upon seeing their attire.
Xu Shan made sporadic attempts to chat with Yang Ling.
Yang Ling went along with him, joking and laughing.
As they talked, Yang Ling deliberately steered the subject toward martial arts.
"The day we fought Wu Man, when he used the Mountain-Crushing Fist, his momentum was overwhelming, as if a massive mountain truly were collapsing behind him."
Yang Ling sighed. "I was terrified at the time. I could barely even muster any strength."
At that point, he asked curiously,
"Senior Brother Xu Shan, could this Mountain-Crushing Fist also be some peerless martial art?"
"What you're describing is called 'intent.'"
Xu Shan smiled. "The Mountain-Crushing Fist is merely a low-grade fist technique, nowhere near as good as our Twelve River-Mountain Fists.
However, this fist technique does indeed have the potential to cultivate 'intent.'
Not just anyone can learn it. You need at least a little talent."
That talent was probably Mental Power.
Besides requiring 8 points of strength, the entry requirements for the Mountain-Crushing Fist also required 3 points of Mental Power.
Yang Ling continued guiding the conversation in that direction.
"Intent? What is intent?"
Xu Shan said, "I'm not too sure myself. After all, my strength is still far from the level needed to cultivate 'intent.'
But I've heard that every martial technique in the four first-rate sects can cultivate intent.
The Divine Sect is the foremost among them."
He paused, a trace of longing and