Chapter One Fainted

  Winter has gone and spring has come, more than half a year has passed. Under the starry night sky, he repeatedly practiced "Thirty-six Style Gathering Star Fist". Compared to when he first started, although he is only six years old now, he gives off a strong feeling. Especially when he punches, it seems slow but is full of power.

  As each punch was thrown, countless starlight poured into his body and then split into numerous strands that surged towards the fixed acupoints. As he threw punches, he quietly felt the star power tempering the acupoints, and a happy smile involuntarily appeared on Xiao Zhan's face.

  After more than half a year of cultivation, Xiao Zhan can be said to have achieved great success. He not only successfully opened up the thirty-six acupoints and obtained the power of three hundred and sixty crystals, but also further understood the subtleties of the "Gathering Star Fist".

  The Thirty-Six Forms Fist Technique is not entirely suitable for nighttime practice, as one of the forms requires absorbing sunlight to cultivate. Each form contains fifty acupoints, and he coincidentally opened up one acupoint per form. Since each acupoint is independent, this resulted in his physical strength reaching a terrifying 360 crystals, but the true energy that can be unleashed from each fist technique is only 10 crystals.

  Facing this situation, Xiao Zhan felt quite helpless.

  Because true energy can not only strengthen physical strength, but also penetrate the body to harm people. Unless he has a boxing glove that can isolate true energy, otherwise, when encountering those with stronger true energy than him, he will definitely be at a disadvantage.

  Although it was a pity, with the opening of each acupoint, Xiao Zhan also bid farewell to his physical weakness. Now he is full of energy when practicing this set of fist techniques. The half-year practice has made him discover that each acupoint corresponds to a star in the sky, and the star power absorbed is from the corresponding star. This discovery made Xiao Zhan feel delighted, if he could find the star chart, his practice would be twice as effective.

  After practicing several more times, Xiao Zhan found that the opening of the next acupoint still had no warning signs. He involuntarily retracted his fist and stood up, ending today's cultivation. He turned around and headed in the direction where his mother was.

  This time, on their way to the war clan, their mother took them two brothers and didn't rush along the way. Instead, they walked and stopped, taking in the scenery as if touring mountains and rivers, feeling carefree and happy. The journey that would have taken only two or three months was stretched out to nearly half a year.

  Xiao Zhan's training ground was in a dilapidated manor, where not only the three of them gathered, but also a group of travelers on their way. When he walked in, everyone was gathered around a bonfire, chatting idly from all directions. He didn't disturb anyone and quietly came to his mother's side.

  At this time, an old man with the largest age, as if he was making a living by talking about books, was telling stories with a red face: "The world we live in is called Tianyuan. It is said to be the center of this universe, and all worlds and planes exist dependent on it. In the distant past, it was the legendary Heavenly Realm, the holy land of all cultivators."

  "At that time, there were many powerful warriors in the world who could fly through the sky and escape into the earth with ease..."

  "Haha, old man, you're talking nonsense again."

  Suddenly, the old man's words were interrupted by a rough voice, and his old face turned gloomy at once.

  "What the hell is wrong with you again?!"

  The old man was interrupted by a burly man with a scarred face, who was now holding a large knife in both hands and leaning against the dilapidated wooden door. He sneered coldly: "Hmph, why aren't you convinced? I've traveled all over the place, how come I haven't seen anyone who can fly? Damn it! You should have some limits to your boasting."

  The people around them saw that the two were getting more and more intense, and they all showed expressions of enjoying the show.

  The old man was not a thrifty lamp, he said in a mysterious and strange tone: "Oh! What I love to say is my business, you don't believe it, then don't listen! Having seen flying, that only shows you have no knowledge."

  The great Han's face revealed a murderous aura, he glared fiercely at the old man who was speaking, and a cold air burst out of his body.

  "Old chap! Who's it you say has no experience?"

  The old man said with a hint of stubbornness: "Whoever takes over, I'll tell that person."

  The great Han was furious and suddenly shouted: "You're looking for death!"

  "Old master! What kind of martial artist can fly in the sky?"

  A bright and clear voice suddenly rang out in the tense atmosphere.

  As soon as the words were spoken, everyone involuntarily turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound. Immediately, they saw that not far from them, another bonfire had risen, and there, a woman in white clothes like snow, with a thin veil covering her face, was sitting around the bonfire with her two sons. The eyes of the crowd unconsciously turned towards Zhan Yu'er, and almost instantly their eyes lit up with excitement.

  Although they hadn't seen her true appearance, everyone had an intuition that she was a stunning beauty who could captivate the city. On her head was a common woman's bun found in Tianqi, but the pair of eyes revealed on her face were so alluring that they made one's heart beat faster.

  At this time, it was already spring, the weather had warmed up early, and Zhan Wan'er's clothes were much lighter. Although she was sitting sideways facing the crowd, her seductive figure could not be fully concealed, making everyone's mouth water in secret and their hearts burn with desire.

  The most captivating thing about her was still those jade-like hands, as if carved from white jade. The moment their eyes met, a wave of tenderness seemed to enter the hearts of all who saw her, causing them to become infatuated and unable to control themselves. A woman like this, if she could be held in one's arms, would make a man's life worthwhile; if he could let those jade-like hands...

  However, no one dared to take action. Everyone was a seasoned traveler who had developed a pair of sharp eyes and wouldn't be bad at judging people. A woman would not dare to travel with her five or six-year-old son overnight without exceptional courage and ability. Moreover, whenever Shang Wan's gaze swept over them, the crowd felt an inexplicable pressure.

  This woman is an expert who they can't afford to mess with.

  The person who just asked the question was Xiao Jian, sitting next to Zhan Wan'er. Compared with half a year ago, he is now more robust and his skin tone is darker, looking like a 17 or 18-year-old.

  Seeing someone ask, the old man immediately smiled and said with a smile: "Do you know what kind of martial artist is the most formidable?"

  A sturdy man beside the bonfire suddenly said: "Of course, it's a warrior in a desperate situation."

  The old man smiled coldly and said, "Wrong! The most powerful warrior in this world is a Xian Wu."

  "What is Xian Wu? What kind of martial art is it? We've never heard of it before?"

  Seeing everyone's eagerness to learn, the old man said with a self-satisfied tone: "The Xianwu has eighteen layers of heaven. Legend has it that after breaking through the apocalypse, one will enter the realm of Xianwu. Anyone who can break through to Xianwu can escape the constraints of heaven and earth, and soar in the sky."

  "How can it be possible to fly in the sky?"

  Everyone gasped in amazement, they found it hard to believe such an ability existed.

  Upon hearing the old man's words, Xiao Zhan also became interested. He remembered that his cheap master seemed to be able to fly; it turned out that this was an ability possessed by immortal warriors.

  Xiao Jian's face was even more excited: "Old man, have you ever seen a fairy warrior?"

  At these words, everyone looked at the old man with anticipation.

  Being stared at by everyone, the old man felt a bit embarrassed and could only humbly say: "This? Actually, I've never seen it before. However, in my family's ancestors' biographies, there are records of descriptions of this type of martial artist."

  Suddenly everyone was in an uproar, and someone jeered: "After all that fuss, it turned out to be just a rumor."

  The tall man leaning against the door sneered: "So you're trying to cheat us with a tattered old book."

  As soon as the big Han spoke, the old man's face changed greatly, and he jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He pointed his finger and scolded: "Damn it! If you have the guts, you little bastard, say it again, and I'll fight you to the death!"

  The great Han would not be afraid of him, and similarly opened his throat to scold. Seeing a fierce battle about to erupt, the manor was filled with gunpowder for a while. Seeing that it was about to become unstoppable, Zhan Wan'er's eyebrows furrowed involuntarily.

  "Hmm!"

  A soft hum rose, and the two people with swords drawn only felt a shocking thunderclap by their ears, almost knocking them to the ground. In extreme shock, they involuntarily looked towards Wan'er who was sitting beside the bonfire. The soft hum just now came from a woman, and the only female present was Wan'er.

  Two people were extremely shocked!

  Their cultivation had reached the realm of breaking through calamities, but War Wanyu was able to subdue them with just a cold hum, and her cultivation had far surpassed theirs. After a round of probing, the two were unable to sense even a hint of War Wanyu's cultivation, and this discovery left them utterly astonished.

  She won't be Xian Wu, will she?

  Both of them were startled by this guess, and after exchanging a glance, they sat down one after another. For a while, the dilapidated mansion fell into complete silence, with only the bonfire burning fiercely.

  The next day, early in the morning, everyone left one after another. Only Zhan Ruo Er and Xiao Shi's two brothers were left in the broken courtyard. Early in the morning, Xiao Jian stood alone at the door, staring blankly. Seeing Zhan Ruo Er walking slowly towards him, his eyes lit up and he exclaimed: "Madam, is it true that there are immortal warriors in this world?"

  Zhan Wan'er smiled lightly and nodded.

  Xiao Jian's eyes lit up with excitement as he asked, "Can Xian Wu really fly through the skies and traverse the earth?"

  Zhan Wan'er nodded and said: "As long as a martial artist breaks through to Xianwu, they can fly in the sky and escape on land."

  "That Xian Wu is the strongest warrior in this world, right?"

  Zhan Wan'er shook her head and said, "No, above the Xian Wu there are even more powerful warriors."

  "Ah, Mother, I've always been very curious, what realm are you in?"

  Xian Wu eighteen heavy heaven.

  In an instant, Xiao Jian's eyes widened in astonishment, his face filled with incredulity. It wasn't until a while later that he came to his senses, and in his heart, he couldn't help but think, no wonder Grandfather was so afraid of Grandma, it turned out that Grandma's martial arts skills were this high! The Eighteen Heavens of Immortal Martial Arts, doesn't that mean that Grandma can fly through the skies and traverse the earth?!

  Thinking of this, Jian's sword was stirred up.