61: Chapter 61 Martial Arts Fanatic Zhong Quandao

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

Outside Dongchang City, deep in a dense forest hidden among towering mountains.

A sudden, violent sonic boom startled the typically tranquil forest, causing birds to take flight in the sky.

"Hahahaha, I've done it!"

An old man in white robes stared at a damaged boulder in front of him, laughing heartily.

The center of the boulder seemed to have been pierced by a sharp object, leaving a fist-sized deep hole.

Around the edge of the hole, wisps of lightning shimmered faintly.

If Principal Li were here, he would surely recognize this old man as the teacher from the Taichu Martial Mansion who had intercepted him previously: Zhong Quandao.

In fact, Zhong Quandao was an extreme martial fanatic.

The "important business" he claimed required five days was actually a flash of inspiration that had struck him while he was rushing over.

Previously, he had been wracking his brains to create a Martial Skill and was desperate to put that spark of inspiration into practice immediately.

Now, things seemed to be progressing even more smoothly than he had imagined.

In just under two days, he had successfully constructed this Martial Skill, needing only further polishing and optimization.

He took the token hanging from his waist and infused it with the Spiritual Sense of a Spirit Ascension Realm Martial Arts Grandmaster.

With the help of the miniature Formation within the token, his Spiritual Sense instantly spanned hundreds of thousands of miles, connecting with a colleague and friend of his.

The token floated in mid-air, projecting a phantom image of his Spiritual Sense.

The phantom was also an old man, though his beard was shorter than Zhong Quandao's, and his face was rounder.

"Old Huang, look at this!" Zhong Quandao laughed, his voice booming like a bell as he raised his right hand high.

Vigorous True Qi gathered rapidly in his palm, with visible electric arcs winding and dancing between them.

In the blink of an eye, a blinding, dazzling ball of lightning formed in his palm.

Once the lightning ball appeared, a sharp, violent screeching sound instantly echoed all around, as if thousands of birds were chirping at once, weaving into a piercing wave of sound.

The birds in the forest were startled once again, their dark mass obscuring a small portion of the sky.

The phantom known as Old Huang widened his eyes, carefully observing the lightning ball, and said:

"A Martial Skill that condenses lightning-attribute True Qi to the extreme... You succeeded?"

"That's right!" Zhong Quandao said, looking quite proud.

"The requirements for execution are only Advanced Yellow-grade, but its power is already on par with an ordinary Intermediate Earth-grade Martial Skill."

"As for speed, it can be called the ultimate at this level!"

"And..."

A sharp glint flashed in Zhong Quandao's eyes as he flicked his wrist violently.

The lightning ball exploded instantly, transforming into a long blade of lightning that slashed towards the boulder in front of him.

The boulder was sliced in two by this sharp strike, leaving behind a smooth, flat cross-section.

"When trained to the Major Achievement Realm, it can even change form. If it reaches Perfection, it can be controlled at will, with endless variations."

A hint of undisguisable envy flashed across Old Huang's face, and he sighed deeply:

"This can be called a killing move for fighting across ranks. If you submit this Martial Skill to the Tianshu Academy for registration, I'm afraid you'll rack up a considerable amount of academic points."

Zhong Quandao chuckled, neither confirming nor denying.

"Old Huang, I didn't call you here just to show off. Can you help me think of a suitable name for this Martial Skill?"

Upon hearing this, Old Huang stroked his beard and said:

"Once this move is unleashed, the birds in a thousand mountains vanish. As the True Qi condenses, it sounds like a thousand birds chirping, so why not call it..."

"Mountain Bird Extinction! Good name! A great name!"

"No, I meant to say call it Thou..."

"Old Huang, you really are good at naming things. You go ahead and get back to work; I won't disturb you. I'll treat you to a meal next time." Zhong Quandao interrupted again, cutting off the connection of his Spiritual Sense.

The phantom of Old Huang vanished instantly, and Zhong Quandao steadily caught the falling token.

"Let you think of one, and you really take it seriously."

Zhong Quandao could no longer hold back and burst into laughter, shaking the branches and leaves of the surrounding trees.

"I just came to show off!"

Naming a Martial Skill also earns a certain amount of academic points; although it's far less than the creation points for the skill itself, it's still a little bonus.

He could already imagine Old Huang's exasperated expression.

This was a small return for the last time the other party snatched his favorite Disciple.

"Alright, time to get down to business. I'll slowly ponder how to improve it after I return to the Tianshu Academy."

Zhong Quandao was in a great mood. He lightly rubbed the token with his finger, and with a flash of light, a mobile phone appeared out of thin air in his hand.

This token was crafted by a highly skilled Artifact Refiner at the Taichu Martial Mansion, combining communication, storage, and many other functions into one; it was truly a rare treasure.

However, the communication function of this token had certain limitations; it could only connect between people who also possessed a token.

If one wanted to conduct long-distance calls, the user had to be a Martial Artist at the Spirit Ascension Realm.

In daily life, for contacting others, a mobile phone was still more convenient.

But Zhong Quandao had a rather reclusive personality and couldn't summon interest in anything other than Martial Skills.

This phone had been sitting in his storage space for a long time. He took it out today purely because he had been so obsessed with creating the Martial Skill that he had forgotten which direction the Henghuo Martial Arts School was in.

He needed to navigate.

"So many unread messages and calls?"

Zhong Quandao glanced at them briefly and was about to clear all the messages when he saw a rare contact.

"Xia Haiping? Why is someone from the Tianyuan Army sending me a message?"

In his memory, he had only met Xia Haiping once, and since their martial arts philosophies were different, they had almost no contact.

This message was from three days ago. Out of curiosity, he opened it.

"Elder Zhong, I recently discovered a young martial talent with considerable potential and courage, but unfortunately, his Realm is still somewhat low, and his philosophy does not align with our army's."

"If Elder Zhong feels this young man is a talent worth molding, you might want to offer him some guidance if you have the chance."

Below it was a video. He clicked on it, and it played the match between Chen Moxuan and Lin Muhan.

"Someone from the New Martial Arts Sect recommending talent to the Traditional Martial Arts Sect? Interesting..."

Zhong Quandao watched the video with great interest.

However, as he watched, he didn't feel there was anything rare about it.

"To master two Minor Achievement Yellow-grade Martial Skills at this age, and to have such seasoned combat awareness and experience, counts as pretty good in some remote areas, but it is far from enough to enter the gates of the Taichu Martial Mansion."

Zhong Quandao shook his head, but his consistent philosophy made him decide to watch until the end.

Soon, he saw the scene where Chen Moxuan used the Perfection Realm Thunder Shock Punch to clash with Lin Muhan's longsword.

"How is that possible?!" Zhong Quandao exclaimed immediately.

He dragged the video back again and repeatedly watched and compared Chen Moxuan's movements.

Students who have trained one, or even multiple, Martial Skills to Perfection are everywhere in the Taichu Martial Mansion; it's nothing out of the ordinary.

What astonished him was not that Chen Moxuan had used a Perfection-level Yellow-grade Martial Skill, but that in less than thirty seconds, Chen Moxuan's movements seemed to have completely changed, as if he were a different person.

With his discerning eye, he could naturally tell that Chen Moxuan had not been holding back; his Thunder Shock Punch half a minute ago was indeed only at the Minor Achievement level.

"An Epiphany? That's impossible... Who has an Epiphany that takes them directly from Minor Achievement to Perfection?"

"Chen Moxuan... This name sounds so familiar."

He muttered the name repeatedly, searching his mind for relevant memories.

Suddenly, Zhong Quandao slapped his forehead and exclaimed in shock:

"Isn't this the student the Dean asked me to guide?!"

"I've delayed things! The Dean is the Dean after all; this Chen Moxuan might truly be a world-shaking talent!"

Zhong Quandao immediately used his phone to search for the location of the Henghuo Martial Arts School.

As soon as the location appeared, his aura exploded, and his entire body transformed into a stream of light, flying at lightning speed towards the Henghuo Martial Arts School, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.