Bright Sun Tathagata, Martial Arts Myth

In the thirty-fourth year of Kaiyuan, the Returning Origin Divine Sect Master Xu Tianji, along with eighteen sects, gathered in Jing City to challenge Changsheng Taoist Priest. Over half of the five hundred experts died or were injured, and the martial arts overlord of his generation, Xu Tianji, was captured, his fate unknown.

The Mystic Sect Dharma Form's unique skills spread throughout the world, and Changsheng's name shook the martial world.

From then on, the martial world had a living myth.

In the courtyard, Jiang Changsheng sat in meditation under a tree, while Xu Tianji nursed his wounds in a corner of the courtyard. Little Prince Wei and Ping An watched him from afar, full of curiosity.

Wang Chen came to Jiang Changsheng's side and respectfully said, "Taoist Priest, the martial arts sects have all retreated."

Jiang Changsheng nodded without speaking. Wang Chen turned and left, not daring to disturb him.

Today's battle refreshed his understanding of martial arts, especially the final sword of the Mystic Sect Dharma Form, whose earth-shattering power made him shudder just thinking about it.

In this battle, more than half of the five hundred experts died, and those who survived were seriously injured. The reason for leaving them alive was that Jiang Changsheng was looking forward to the next survival reward.

Now he regarded Great Jing as a novice village, and the martial world as a field of leeks. By forcefully seizing the title of number one in the world, there would inevitably be countless experts rushing to challenge him, providing him with survival rewards.

Although he was cautious, he still had judgment. At least within the Great Jing martial world, no one could surpass him. Only those from other places, who already had high cultivation levels, could threaten him. And he had not yet come into conflict with stronger martial artists. Even the Great Vehicle Dragon Tower did not know he was a potential enemy.

After waiting for a while, a prompt finally appeared before Jiang Changsheng's eyes.

[In the thirty-fourth year of Kaiyuan, the Returning Origin Divine Sect Master Xu Tianji led five hundred martial arts experts to attack. Relying on your own strength, you successfully repelled the martial arts experts and survived the tribulation, obtaining a survival reward - the immortal cultivation art 'Bright Sun Tathagata']

Bright Sun Tathagata, it sounded very impressive!

Moreover, it was an immortal cultivation art, meaning that martial arts could not be compatible with it, and only he could learn it.

Jiang Changsheng began to inherit the Bright Sun Tathagata, and the corners of his mouth gradually rose.

What a powerful art!

In the following month, this battle spread throughout the world, becoming a popular topic of conversation.

The New Year arrived, the thirty-fifth year of Kaiyuan.

Battle reports kept coming from the frontier, with more losses than wins, and more and more territory began to fall, the situation was not optimistic.

Jiang Changsheng, on the Dragon Arising Mountain, did not experience the cruelty of war. Although the Incense income of the Dragon Arising Temple decreased, there were fields and vegetable gardens on the mountain, which could be self-sufficient.

During this period, Jiang Changsheng wrote all the martial arts he had mastered into secret manuals and placed them in the Scripture Depository for his disciples to learn. Only the Universe Heaven Scripture and the Mystic Sect Dharma Form were not included. He planned to use these two as the symbolic martial arts of his inheritance, only passing them on to his disciples.

Xu Tianji had already changed into a Taoist robe. He had been branded with the Life and Death Seal and was now honestly staying in the Dragon Arising Temple, sweeping everywhere with a broom on weekdays. At first, he felt humiliated, but one time he saw Jiang Changsheng teaching Little Prince Wei martial arts, and not avoiding him, he had an idea.

Perhaps this was also an opportunity!

He was full of curiosity about Jiang Changsheng, not understanding what kind of cultivation technique this person practiced, to be so powerful. And that Mystic Sect Dharma Form had become his psychological shadow.

On the seventh day after the New Year, the Emperor came to visit Jiang Changsheng.

Speaking of which, Jiang Changsheng had not seen him for a long time. Compared with previous years, Jiang Yuan had lost a lot of weight and looked listless.

Jiang Yuan sat with Jiang Changsheng at a stone table. He had a full head of white hair, many wrinkles on his face, and his hands were as thin as firewood, like the claws of a ghost.

Jiang Changsheng frowned and asked, "Your Majesty, your cultivation..."

He could feel that there was not a trace of true Qi in Jiang Yuan's body. Obviously, the reason why he had become so old was that he had lost his cultivation, along with the consumption of a huge amount of vitality.

Jiang Yuan didn't have many years left to live.

Jiang Yuan looked at Xu Tianji, who was not far away, sparring with Ping An and Little Prince Wei, and said with a smile, "I've met Xu Tianji before. At that time, he was still a spirited young man. I wanted to recruit him into the White-Clothed Guard, but he refused. I didn't expect that after so many years, he would enter Dragon Arising Temple. It's really fate."

Xu Tianji's expression stiffened when he heard this, but he pretended not to hear it and focused on practicing martial arts with the two little ones.

If he taught them well, perhaps Changsheng Taoist Priest could give him some pointers and make him stronger.

Jiang Yuan retracted his gaze and looked at Jiang Changsheng, smiling, "I know my own body best. Why should Changsheng worry about me?"

"The medicine you gave me does have an effect, but it's not a medicine for immortality. I understand now that there is no immortal person in this world. Let everything take its course."

Jiang Changsheng asked, "Did you dissipate your own cultivation?"

He didn't think so, because Jiang Yuan had hidden ailments in his body, especially in his dantian. His cultivation seemed to have been drawn away, leaving behind sequelae.

Jiang Yuan shook his head and said, "I passed on my cultivation to the Crown Prince, which can be regarded as my last strength. After all, I left him with a mess."

He sighed, his face turning sorrowful.

He insisted on attacking Gu Han to achieve eternal feats, but he didn't expect it to plunge Great Jing into turmoil.

But if he had to do it again, he would still fight!

Afterwards, Jiang Yuan stopped talking about himself and began talking about the Empress, saying that during this period, the Empress had taken care of him wholeheartedly, reminding him of the time when the two of them started their careers. As he talked about the past, he became talkative.

Wang Chen, who was sweeping the floor, felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

He didn't know whether to hate Jiang Yuan or feel wronged.

Even if he hadn't become the Crown Prince, his life would probably have been difficult. On the contrary, Jiang Yuan at least allowed him to live the life of a Crown Prince for thirty years, which could be considered a wonderful and fulfilling life.

Jiang Changsheng listened quietly, feeling emotional in his heart, but he didn't waver in his resolve.

He didn't plan to acknowledge Jiang Yuan and the Empress. He had already repaid the Empress's kindness of giving birth to him with the kindness of saving her life. Jiang Yuan knew that he was the real Crown Prince, but Jiang Yuan was unwilling to reveal it, so he naturally wouldn't shamelessly acknowledge him.

He would cultivate in peace, and in another thirty years, this family bond would naturally dissipate.

An hour later, Jiang Yuan led Little Prince Wei away. Looking at his hunched back and recalling his domineering aura when they first met, Jiang Changsheng became even more determined to cultivate immortality.

He had already achieved the ultimate goal that mortals desired, immortality, so he had to cherish it and not fall by the wayside.

"The sixth level is about to be reached. How far is it from becoming an immortal or a god?"

Jiang Changsheng thought silently. The vast path of immortality, savoring the birth, aging, sickness, and death of the human world, and the rotation of the rivers, mountains, sun, and moon, also had a certain kind of fun.

In March, on a sunny day with a gentle breeze.

The Devil Master came to visit, this time bringing a seven-year-old boy with him.

"Taoist Priest, can you take him in? This child is extremely talented and will definitely live up to your reputation as a martial arts legend."

The Devil Master bowed and said respectfully.

The boy was slightly thin, with a fair face, thick eyebrows, and big eyes, staring at Jiang Changsheng without any fear.

Xu Tianji passed by with a broom and joked, "Who is it? Isn't this the famous Devil Master? He's actually sending someone to Dragon Arising Temple. It seems you've realized that the Devil Sect's martial arts are not good enough."

The Devil Master ignored him, still maintaining his bowing posture. He pretended not to recognize Jiang Changsheng, acting as if he had only come out of admiration.

Jiang Changsheng sized up the boy, discovering that his physique was indeed remarkable. Unlike Ping An, who was extremely yang and full of spirituality, this boy's pores unconsciously absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth with each breath, even if it was very faint.

Jiang Changsheng asked, "What is this child's name, and what is your relationship with him?"

The Devil Master quickly replied, "His name is Huang Chuan, and he is my grandson. His parents are both deceased, and I am already old, not knowing how much longer I can live. In the future, he will be alone, so I hope the Taoist Priest will take pity on him."

Ping An came over. He was only six years old, but he looked taller and stronger than Huang Chuan.

"Hehehe, play with me... fight..."

Ping An grabbed Huang Chuan's shoulder and laughed. Huang Chuan frowned, wanting to shake off Ping An's hand, but he couldn't move his shoulder at all.

What strength!

Huang Chuan became anxious and threw a punch, hitting Ping An's chest. Ping An let go and took four steps back. He rubbed his chest, not feeling any pain, but instead revealing an even more excited expression, and pounced on Huang Chuan again.

The two boys began to fight like this. Ping An relied on brute force, without any regard, while Huang Chuan had obviously practiced martial arts, his footwork light and agile, able to launch attacks while dodging. However, his fists and feet couldn't hurt Ping An, who was as strong as an ox.

Xu Tianji stopped, watching the fight with interest.

The Devil Master was shocked by Ping An's aptitude. What is this kid's background?

He was full of confidence in Huang Chuan's aptitude. Among the Devil Sect, all the teenagers under the age of fifteen were no match for him, which was why he dared to come to Jiang Changsheng. He didn't expect to be suppressed by a silly kid as soon as he arrived.

"You may leave. I will take this child as my third disciple."

Jiang Changsheng stared at the two boys and spoke.

The Devil Master came back to his senses, quickly bowed, and then turned to leave.

He didn't look back at Huang Chuan. When Huang Chuan saw him leave, he became anxious and shouted, "Grandfather! Don't go..."

Huang Chuan wanted to chase after him, but Ping An hugged his waist and slammed him to the ground, unable to move. He could only watch the Devil Master walk out of the courtyard and disappear, and the young boy shed tears uncontrollably.

Wang Chen couldn't bear it and came over to drag Ping An away, scolding him for using so much force. Ping An didn't understand at all, only knowing to scratch his head and giggle foolishly.

Jiang Changsheng came to Huang Chuan, squatted down, wiped away his tears, and smiled, "What's wrong? Are you going to lie on the ground and cry forever, like a real man?"

When Huang Chuan heard this, he immediately got up, stubbornly turned his head away, and stared in the direction where the Devil Master had left, remaining silent for a long time.

Jiang Changsheng got up and touched Huang Chuan's head. Huang Chuan trembled slightly, but in the end, he didn't dodge. On the way here, the Devil Master had already explained the situation to him. He was going to become a disciple of the current martial arts legend, which was a great opportunity that he had to seize.

Dragon Arising Temple should also cultivate a batch of disciples who can hold up the facade.

Jiang Changsheng thought silently. Meng Qiushuang, Qing Ku, Wan Li, and Ming Yue's aptitudes were mediocre, making it difficult for them to produce Heavenly Connection talents.

Huang Chuan was different. At only seven years old, he already had the skills of a third-rate expert. Once he learned internal energy, his martial arts would definitely improve by leaps and bounds.

Jiang Changsheng asked Wang Chen to arrange for Huang Chuan, then glanced at Xu Tianji.

Xu Tianji was so frightened that he shuddered and quickly lowered his head to sweep the floor, muttering in his heart, "Good heavens, the Devil Master actually has such a grandson. He will definitely become famous in the martial world in the future."

As the Returning Origin Divine Sect Master, he naturally paid attention to geniuses, but no matter how envious he was, he didn't dare to snatch someone from Jiang Changsheng.

From then on, there was one more person in this courtyard.

In the blink of an eye.

Two months passed.

Summer was approaching.

Jiang Changsheng was practicing under the Earth Spirit Tree, enjoying its spiritual energy, when he suddenly opened his eyes, a strange look in his eyes.

The Seventh Prince Jiang Yu personally escorted Little Prince Wei, and they had already ascended the mountain path. Beside Jiang Yu was another person, not Disaster Buddha or any of the Thirteen Heavenly Lodestar Assassins, but an unfamiliar expert whose true qi was comparable to Xu Tianji.

This wasn't what surprised him. What surprised him was Jiang Yu's cultivation, which was more than twice as strong as Xu Tianji's, a veritable God Heart Realm expert. Even after absorbing Jiang Yuan's cultivation, could he have become this powerful?

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