Get Lost, You're the One Who Talks Too Much

Zhou Ming sat quietly in the space, head lowered, his expression gloomy.

Time slowly passed.

No answer came for a long while.

Zhou Ming rose to his feet and snapped, "What, no answer?"

"Sacrifice one person to save a hundred, a thousand."

"One side has three hundred, the other has three hundred and three. You choose! Let more than three hundred die so three can live."

Zhou Ming took a deep breath and angrily said, "Playing dead? Are you deaf or mute?"

He truly had not expected anyone in this world to resort to moral blackmail.

That alone would have been bad enough.

But now it had escalated into an advanced version of the trolley problem.

It was utterly disgusting!

"If my death could save thousands upon thousands of Ganwu Dynasty citizens, I would be willing to die."

Under Zhou Ming's furious rebuke, that voice finally gave its answer.

"Heh."

Zhou Ming laughed in anger and said, "Then go die. Why are you asking me whether I'd save you? Are you seriously sick in the head?"

In an instant, the space transformed.

Zhou Ming found himself high in the air, overlooking the entire Ganwu Dynasty.

Everything within his sight entered his view.

City after city, fortress after fortress, had their defenses breached. Exotic beasts ravaged the entire Ganwu Dynasty, and wherever they passed, nothing remained but empty cities.

Time sped up as the scenes shifted.

Not a single person remained alive in the entire Ganwu Dynasty.

The exotic beasts scattered in every direction, retreating into a stretch of mist beyond the Ganwu Dynasty.

As if he had just finished watching a blockbuster, Zhou Ming asked curiously, "Where did they go in the end? What's outside the Ganwu Dynasty? Let me take a look."

"Congratulations. You have passed the Will Trial and successfully comprehended the Heaven-Splitting Divine Art."

An ethereal voice rang out in Zhou Ming's mind.

The space shifted.

Zhou Ming found himself in the pure white space once more.

After digesting the information about the Heaven-Splitting Divine Art in his mind, a glint flashed through Zhou Ming's eyes.

The trial had been completely inexplicable.

But as long as he had achieved his goal, that was enough.

"Your will is steadfast. You may continue comprehending the Martial Dao. Do you wish to continue?"

Zhou Ming waved a hand and said, "Forget it, buddy. I'm not greedy!"

He immediately continued, "Since we're not in a rush to leave, how about we chat? Answer my earlier questions."

However, the moment he said forget it, a slender figure had already appeared behind him.

Zhou Ming was completely unaware of it.

"Get lost! You're the one who talks too much!"

The girl kicked Zhou Ming squarely in the butt.

The instant Zhou Ming heard her voice, his entire body lunged forward.

Meanwhile, outside the Martial Dao Stele.

Headmaster Zhao Xuchu and the Martial Academy instructors waited outside for the Martial Artists from each province.

"The Martial Examination comes once every ten years. Talents from all thirty-six provinces have gathered, and the Empress has even opened the Martial Dao Stele on such a large scale. I wonder whether any lost martial arts will emerge?"

Zhao Xuchu spoke with great anticipation.

At this moment.

On the Martial Dao Stele, streaks of golden light continuously shot into the sky, each containing a Martial Artist.

Some of the golden lights went out shortly after appearing.

Others grew increasingly brilliant.

"Huh!"

Everyone froze.

"Good, good, good!"

"As expected of the talents from every province, all setting their sights on lost techniques."

At that moment, a seven-colored crystal light shot straight into the heavens.

The instant that seven-colored crystal light appeared.

Dong!

Dong! Dong!

Three bell chimes rang throughout the Imperial City.

In an instant, more than a dozen figures rose into the air from all over the Imperial City, staring in the direction of the Martial Academy.

Before the Martial Dao Stele.

Zhao Xuchu said excitedly, "A War God divine art!"

The foundations of the Yan, Zhao, and Chu kingdoms had been built upon the Martial Dao Steles.

One stele per nation, with each Imperial City built around its stele.

On the Vast Sea Continent, the rise and fall of dynasties had all unfolded beneath the witness of these three Martial Dao Steles.

Since the Yan Kingdom had been founded six hundred years ago, very few had received a Martial Dao divine art inheritance.

The previous inheritor had appeared one hundred and seventy years ago.

Those who controlled the Martial Dao Stele, the successive Yan Emperors, had not failed to try constantly sending people into the Martial Dao Stele to obtain inheritances.

But divine arts were not martial skills. Every person faced entirely different trials.

More importantly, there was the Heart-Knocking Trial. Those able to pass it were even rarer.

Furthermore, comprehending the Martial Dao Stele consumed a nation's Martial Fortune. Unlimited comprehension would diminish a nation's Martial Fortune, gradually worsening the talents of its younger generation.

"Does anyone know that person's identity?"

The man standing beside Zhao Xuchu closed the fan in his hand and asked.

The moment he spoke, the atmosphere around them immediately grew more solemn.

Among the twelve, a woman with red cord binding her hair said indifferently, "A commoner?"

"What's wrong with a commoner? Did he eat your family's premium flesh?"

"I can't stand the way you all look like you want to devour him clean."

"Martial Dao resources are insufficient. It's not as if you don't know that! Why are you still making trouble?"

"You have no sense of the bigger picture!"

Seeing everyone arguing.

The man holding a jade flute was about to speak when the qin player beside him lightly tugged on his sleeve.

Seeing the qin player shake her head at him, the man sighed and fell silent.

At that moment.

Zhao Xuchu's blood energy erupted.

A wave of pressure crashed directly toward the crowd.

The few people who had spoken up instantly grimaced, beads of sweat the size of soybeans seeping from their foreheads.

The man holding the closed fan waved it once.

The pressure enveloping those people vanished instantly.

The man smiled and said, "Headmaster, there is no need to be angry. I was merely asking casually."

A bald man wiped away the sweat on his forehead and said unhappily, "Headmaster, whose side are you on? You even went after me!"

Zhao Xuchu glanced at him and said flatly, "Huang Sheng, try shouting one more word."

Huang Sheng's heart jolted.

Whenever the headmaster called someone by their full name, he was genuinely angry.

This was common knowledge throughout the Imperial City Martial Academy.

He rubbed his bald head and took two steps back.

Zhao Xuchu looked toward the seven-colored crystal light shooting into the sky.

"This is the person the Empress has been waiting for. If any of you show even the slightest dissatisfaction later and that little fellow notices it, you'll regret it."

"Celestial Being, Celestial Being—do you spend all day thinking your pathetic Second-Rank status makes you so powerful?"

"The power of an entire nation, three conditions—consider for yourselves just how much weight those carry!"

Zhao Xuchu stopped paying attention to them and tore through the air toward the imperial palace.

This time, no one continued arguing.

They silently looked toward the Martial Dao Stele.

Indeed!

The power of an entire nation, three conditions.

The weight of those was unimaginably heavy.

Though they were Second-Rank, compared to the power of an entire nation, they were like ants.

A moment later.

The qin player saw that the man holding the closed fan had kept his gaze fixed on the seven-colored crystal pillar.

She smiled and said, "Feng Anyu, that little fellow has a Martial Examination identity jade badge hanging from his waist. What, do you want to test the quality of the Sky Patrol first?"

Feng Anyu withdrew his gaze, his expression stern. "Dong Yun, don't joke around."

Huang Sheng, standing to the side, looked around and said, "Did the Sky Patrol not come, or have they gotten even better at hiding?"

Everyone turned to look at him.

Huang Sheng rubbed his bald head, smacked his lips, and said, "I misspoke."

At that moment, a figure silently hooked an arm around his shoulders.

Huang Sheng shuddered, and the vast blood energy within him instantly erupted.

The newcomer punched him in the stomach, and the blood energy that had been about to erupt immediately collapsed.

"Little Yellow, our Sky Patrol has always been here. It's just that you can't see us. How can you say we're hiding? Doesn't that make sense?"

As the newcomer spoke, Huang Sheng felt as if he were about to be strangled to death.

He frantically slapped the newcomer's arm.

"Gasp, gasp, gasp!"

Huang Sheng desperately gulped down air.

The newcomer looked at his miserable state and said coldly, "Little Yellow, doesn't that make sense?"

Huang Sheng's hairs stood on end as he hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, yes! Elder Mo is right. It's because I couldn't see you myself."

Looking at the little old man before him!

Huang Sheng screamed inwardly, Damn it, I'm a dignified Second-Rank Celestial, and I was nearly strangled to death!