Chapter 3: The Temple of the Martial God
In the blink of an eye, several days have passed.
After several days, Long Qing's lower abdomen was still unable to gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but the pain all over his body had disappeared, and he could already get out of bed and move around.
Basically, there is no problem with the action.
These days, Murong Qian brings that old man with a white beard over to treat Long Jing Tian once every day.
Murong Qian looked at Long Jing Tian's astonishing recovery speed, which was almost different every day, and was extremely surprised. Murong Qian was like that, let alone the old man with white beard.
In his words, he has been a doctor for decades and has never met anyone with the "Recovery" talent like Long Jing Tian!
That day, the sun was shining brightly. Long Jing Tian walked out of his room and came to the small courtyard to stretch his limbs. The sunlight shone on his body, feeling warm.
"Little Brother who holds up the sky, how are you feeling today?" At this time, an old man with a white beard walked into the yard and asked.
Long Jing Tian turned his head around, taken aback for a moment, "Little brother?" He immediately shook his head and smiled secretly to himself, he indeed looked like a young man in his early twenties now.
"It's much better." Long Jing Tian said with a smile.
"That's good." The old man with a white beard smiled and walked over.
"Where's Qian?" Long Jing Tian asked casually, every time he came over, it was always Mu Rong Qian who accompanied him, but today she wasn't there.
"Today is the annual opening of the Wu Shen Temple branch, where they select disciples. Our master took the young lady there for testing." The old man with a white beard replied.
"Busshinden?" Long Jing Tian looked at the old man with a white beard.
The old man with a white beard looked at Long Jing Tian with a puzzled face, and couldn't help but pat his forehead, mouth agape, with an exaggerated expression: "You, don't even know about the Wu Shen Temple?!"
Long Jing Tian nodded slightly.
The old man with a white beard saw Long Jingtian nodding and almost fainted, but he still didn't know the truth!
Finally, the old man with a white beard explained to Long Qingtian about the Wu Shen Temple. Through his explanation, Long Qingtian came to know that the Wu Shen Temple was one of the several superpowers on the Tianlan Continent.
The Azure Continent has three great dynasties, ruling over thousands of large and small kingdoms.
The Martial God Temple's influence extends to every corner of the Azure Continent, with branches in the capitals of the three major dynasties and thousands of large and small kingdoms.
It can be said that on the Azure Continent, even women and children know about the Temple of the Martial God.
This is also why Whitebeard was so shocked when he saw Dragon's power and didn't know about the existence of the Temple of the War God.
"If I didn't know that our young lady brought you back from the Azure Forest, I would have really doubted that you are a person of the Sky Blue Continent!" The old man with white beard said with an eerie gaze, half-jokingly.
I am really not from your Azure Continent. The Dragon Engine's heart has a secret passage.
"Come on, little brother, today's sunshine is great, and the missus isn't around, I'll take you for a stroll." The old man with white beard said.
"All right." Long Jing Tian said with a smile.
Then, the old man with a white beard led Long Jing Tian on a stroll around the Mu Rong Fu.
After a few days of getting along, the old man with white beard seemed to have a good impression on Long Jing Tian and did not discriminate against him because of the collapse of his meridians.
He walked and introduced some "glorious" history of the Murong family to Long Jing Tian.
According to this old man with a white beard, the Murong family has been passed down for over 100 years and is one of the three major families in Haitian City.
They were from the Murong family and their ancestor was a powerful emperor-level expert!
"Ha! You know, as the master of Haitian City, even if he saw our ancestor, he would have to show great respect!" The old man with a white beard was flying spittle, his face full of pride, and his demeanor seemed as if he were the imperial strongman himself.
After a few days, Long Jing Tian had also gained an understanding of the cultivation levels on the Sky Blue Continent.
The Azure Continent, with a focus on cultivating true energy, starting from the age of seven's innate talent test, successfully gathering energy to become a postnatal warrior.
The day after tomorrow is a breakthrough, it's a congenital martial artist. Above the martial artist is the great martial artist, and only after the great martial artist comes the Martial King, the Martial Emperor!
Each of the great boundaries is again divided into seven.
The old ancestor of the Murong family was a strong martial artist, and in the eyes of the white-haired old man, he was an extremely formidable existence!
Indeed, in Hai Tian City, there are no more than a handful of top-notch experts, and the old ancestor of the Murong family is considered to be one of the "formidable" ones.
Two men were walking by themselves when suddenly they heard a loud shout from ahead. Faintly, there was the sound of swords clashing and knives striking.
The old man with a white beard stopped and smiled, "This is where the Murong family's young masters practice in the morning. Let's go, I'll take you to the martial arts arena." With that, he led Long Jing Tian forward.
Long Qingtian followed closely behind, and after walking for a short distance, they arrived at a square of several hundred square meters. In one corner of the square, the young masters of the Murong family were punching out with their fists, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.
"Haha, how's that? This is the Murong family's traditional martial art, called Thunder Fist, and it's a genuine top-tier yellow-grade martial art!" The old man with white hair said to Long Jing Tian with a proud face.
What a Yellow Grade Top Tier Martial Skill? Looking at the old man with white beard's proud and pleased expression, Long Jing Tian smiled silently.
Not to mention the yellow-level top-tier, even if it's their Sky Blue Continent God-level top-tier martial skills, in Long Jing Tian's eyes, they are equally unimpressive.
The Azure Continent has six levels of martial skills and techniques: Yellow, Mystic, Earth, Sky, Sacred, and Divine.
Yellow is the lowest, Divine is the highest.
Within each of the six levels, there are four sub-levels: low, middle, high and top.
"That's the Tyrant Sword!"
"Surpassing Wind Sword Technique!"
Then, the old man with a white beard pointed to another corner of the square. Long Jing Tian looked over and saw some Murong disciples competing in swordsmanship and knife techniques.
The old man with a white beard was naturally another mouthful of saliva.
Just as the old man with a white beard was talking to Long Qingtian with great enthusiasm, a figure suddenly jumped up from the square and landed in front of the two.
Long Jing Tian looked like a young man with a decent appearance, but his lips were very thin and his expression was aloof.
"Chen Lao, is this the trash that Qianqian brought back from Qingyan Forest?" The young man pointed, his eyes sharp as knives, staring at Long Jing Tian.
"Murong Bo, what are you trying to do? He's Miss's friend!" The old man with a white beard frowned.
"Friend? Does he even qualify?! Mun Yongbo looked at Long Jingtian with a cold smile and said: "His entire body's meridians are severed, what is he if not a useless waste? Even the lowest servant of our Mun family is a hundred times stronger than him!"
"Murong Bo, get out of here!" the old man with a white beard shouted.
The young man didn't make sense, and Long Jing Tian continued to hum coldly: "Kid, you'd better stay away from Qianqian, or get out of the Murong Mansion!"
Long Jing Tian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said slowly: "What if I don't?"
"What?" The young man was taken aback, then sneered: "You'll know the consequences!" After that, he turned and left.
Long Jing Tian gazed at the opponent's receding back, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
In recent days, Murong Qian has been going to Long Qingtian's small courtyard every day. It seems that this young man has grown jealous. However, although Long Qingtian doesn't have any feelings for Murong Qian, the power of the Heavenly Lord is not something that just anyone can offend!
(The beginning is usually hard to grasp, so for now, let's slow down the pace for these two days and update again in two or three more days)
