Chapter 811 — Showing Off His Skills
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
As a matter of fact, his ascension through the martial dao counted as one method in itself—except that from the Kaihuang Era to the present, he was the only person ever to have cultivated it successfully. And before the Kaihuang Era, no existence like him had ever appeared. The old farmer, as a Martial Combat Heavenly Master, devoted every ounce of his energy to the martial dao; anything else, he simply did not understand.
It was precisely because his mind was free of distractions that he came to be called the Martial Dao Great Emperor—the foremost martial artist past and present!
Had he been like Shen Mu, with a mind that leaped and bounded, fond of tinkering here and dabbling there, he would never have achieved what he had. Focus was the key to his success. That said, Shen Mu conjuring twenty-six kinds of Seventh Divine Treasury in one go still dealt him a heavy blow.
Before Shen Mu produced his twenty-six kinds of Seventh Divine Treasury, Xu Shenghua had already fashioned the Innate Divine Bridge of the Jianmu Tree—an achievement equally terrifying in its magnitude, a single Jianmu connecting heaven and earth, binding all divine treasuries into one.
What was more fearsome still was that the Innate Divine Bridge of the Jianmu rendered his martial ascension far simpler, allowing Hu Bugui to ascend by way of the Jianmu, crossing the void to ascend to the Heavenly Palace. Though the old farmer talked tough, he had long since been thoroughly won over by Shen Mu and Xu Shenghua, and now it was merely a doubled dose of the same medicine.
"I can't stand these quick-witted types.
The moment you turn around they're saying, 'Oh, I'm stupid too, I didn't work hard either, I didn't study either—I just thought about it for a bit,' and then they hand you twenty-six ways to solve the problem. These scoundrels—they'd love nothing more than to write 'I'm smarter than you' across their faces and wait for you to praise them!
" He had suffered such blows since his early years. The woodcutter, the scholar, the fisherman—every one of them was smarter than he was, making him feel he was the dullest of the four. That sting had accompanied him through twenty thousand years of the Kaihuang Era, filling him with resentment. The old farmer did his best to look kindly and benevolent, and said in a gentle voice, "Twenty-six solutions, is it?
Then why do you still need to destroy the Other Shore Divine Treasury? " Shen Mu laughed. "Those twenty-six methods—I've only deduced them, I haven't tested them one by one yet.
Once I've run through a round of trials, I'll pick out the simplest one and give it to you, Martial Uncle. Then you can teach it to the martial artists of the Dou Niu Realm and relieve them of the hardship of having no divine bridge.
" "Pick out the simplest one. . . " The old farmer felt his kindly expression might twist into something savage at any moment. He hurriedly steadied himself and smiled.
"Keep the Other Shore Divine Treasury. No need to destroy it—just open a second divine treasury. Keep them, and you'll have an extra reserve of mana.
" Shen Mu was taken aback. He clapped his hands in admiration.
"Martial Uncle is indeed extraordinarily wise—worthy of being the Martial Dao Great Emperor! I never would have thought of such a method! " The old farmer felt somewhat pleased with himself, thinking, "These clever people always tend to overcomplicate things.
" "But stuffing so many divine treasuries into one body—it's a mess. Irritating. " Shen Mu thought for a moment, then said, "I think some of these divine treasuries might not be necessary. The extras are just a burden. .
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