Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 154: Inheritance of Each Family
After entering Prince Qing’s Mansion and arriving at the reception hall.

Fang Can just sat there in his seat, not saying a word, his eyes watching his nose and his nose watching his heart, totally unaffected by the outside environment.

If it weren't for the relationship between Prince Qing and Jiang Ning'an, he would not have been willing to come to this banquet.

Seeing this group of people looking like they were having a meeting, he was even more lazy to pay attention to them.

But even though he was so quiet, people around him were secretly looking at this guy.

"He is Fang Can, why does he seem ordinary?" A warrior said to his friend beside him using the method of transmitting secret voice.

"Yeah, this guy doesn't look as arrogant as the legend says, he seems a bit shy."

"Since you don't believe it, why don't you go and give him a try, Brother Ye?" The warriors who had been defeated before urged him using telepathy.

But after these words came out, the warrior who had just disapproved waved his hands awkwardly: "Forget it, forget it, this is King Qing's territory, it's not appropriate to cause trouble."

Following this secret message, the warriors seemed to ignore Fang Can and the atmosphere became lively again.

Most of the topics these people talked about next were secrets about martial arts. They told each of the interesting stories they knew, and gradually the topic turned to today's host.

"I heard that Prince Qing is a third-turn strongman. I wonder what kind of inheritance Prince Qing has? Is he going to replicate the former Great Yan God? Or is he going to give up the inheritance and strengthen his own martial arts?" a warrior asked curiously.

The inheritance obtained by most warriors on the road to heaven is selected according to their master.

To put it simply, if you don't have extraordinary talent, then follow the template that your master has already established.

Otherwise, he would be like Wang Peng, with a weird and incongruous inheritance, and was almost killed by Fang Can at his weakest level.

Moreover, even with the same inheritance entry, the quality displayed will vary depending on talent.

Just like the [Multiple Strength] inheritance which can also enhance strength, it is also divided into one times, three times, five times, and ten times. Those with poor talent can only obtain ordinary white entries.

"I heard that the first level of King Qing's inheritance is called [Dodge], which is a top-notch evasion inheritance."

A warrior who knows the inside story said: "As long as you dodge during the gap between the opponent's attacks, you can ignore the opponent's attack for this round."

"For an ordinary third-level warrior's move, the dodge judgment range is about 1% of the breath. In other words, as long as you grasp this 1% of the breath's flaw, you can dodge most attacks."

"However, when you advance to the Heavenly Path, Brother Li, what kind of first-level inheritance will you choose?"

After talking about King Qing’s inheritance, the young man nearby looked at a young man with a stern face.

Even when this young man entered Prince Qing's palace, he was still dressed in armor. He had a military demeanor when walking, sitting, and lying down. It was obvious that he was born into a family of generals.

Hearing the questions from the people around him, the boy did not hide anything and said calmly:
"According to General Yang, the vacancies in the Imperial Guards are now full, and there is no need for inheritance to fill the vacancies. Let me improve to the Heavenly Path Realm later, and then upgrade again when there is a vacancy."

"Wouldn't that put us at a disadvantage in the competition?"

"There's no other way. After all, obeying orders is my duty."

“Brother Li, don’t be discouraged. You just entered the Heavenly Path a little later.” A young man holding a white wooden whip said with a bitter face, “Unlike me, even if I entered the Heavenly Path, I don’t even have the inheritance.”

"Wait a minute, Brother Jiang, your old man won't let you use that..." The young men around him were surprised, obviously knowing the other party's family background. "Yes, the old man said that the family craftsmanship cannot be lost." The boy with the wooden whip took out a lump made of steel from his arms with a bitter face.

Fang Can was also attracted by their conversation. He looked over and was stunned.

Looking at the iron lump in the hand of the boy with the wooden whip, which was made of a cylinder and a cone, with a round bead inlaid at the bottom, isn’t it a spinning top?

"Ever since I can remember, in addition to practicing martial arts, the old man has let me play with this iron spinning top so that I can feel the pulse in it and achieve the unity of man and the spinning top. If I don't play with the spinning top, the old man will use me as a spinning top."

"After practicing for more than ten years, I still can't feel the pulse, but my spinning top skills have become more and more sophisticated. I can even pull a spinning top into a tornado."

The boy with the wooden whip smiled bitterly and said, "It's a pity that I, Jiang Kuangtuo, have such an outstanding talent, but I have to use my own inheritance to upgrade the spinning top into a sacrificial weapon. Wouldn't it be ridiculous to use the spinning top to fight the enemy when the time comes?"

"Don't complain. My diabolo family didn't say anything." The warrior next to him patted Jiang Kuangtuo's shoulder bitterly and comforted him.

"Hehe, spinning tops, juggling diabolos, has my family, a family of Cuju that has been passed down for ten generations, spoken?" Another warrior holding a Cuju sneered, who are you competing with for misery.

Compared to the collision of flesh and blood bodies in the mortal body realm, everyone fights with basic numbers and operations.

The road to heaven is equivalent to changing jobs, and various cultivation systems can be formed.

After all, all cultivation systems are reflections of the mind. There is nothing that cannot be imagined, only things that cannot be done.

As long as your spiritual light is strong enough, you can even create a cultivation system that allows you to become stronger by eating shit.

Therefore, it is normal to feel frustrated when seeing those warriors either playing with swords or knives and some abstract systems are really not very good.

Their ancestors themselves have achieved success through their skills, and their obsession with their own path will not be shaken, so they naturally require their descendants to pass on their skills.

Fang Can, who originally thought this party was boring, became interested after watching the conversations of these people. He felt that the trip was not in vain and it was an eye-opener.

After all, being able to have such a comprehensive understanding of these people's system of ascending to heaven will also be helpful to Fang Can himself.

He has not yet considered the future development direction of the light of his mind and only has some vague ideas.

From Fang Can's observation, the routes after the road to heaven discussed by these warriors were extremely varied, including painting, reciting poetry, playing chess, kicking football, diabolo, sword dancing, and swinging sticks.

One of the reasons why he was so unreserved about these things was because of the effect of the inherited words.

Simply put, the more your opponent knows about your inheritance, the more power your inheritance will exert, so most warriors will not care too much about the disclosure of information about their inheritance.

In addition, the people present were all young and energetic, and they had no intention of hiding anything.

As they were talking, in the heated atmosphere, suddenly a warrior looked at Fang Can and said:

"Brother Fang, what kind of inheritance are you planning to pass on during the inter-nation competition?"

"Me?" Fang Can paused, and was about to speak when an official in the distance shouted, "Prince Qing has arrived."

As these words were spoken, everyone's eyes turned to the door. A middle-aged man with an imposing manner, dressed in an elegant dragon robe and looking like he was in his thirties, slowly walked in from the steps.

(End of this chapter)