Narration System for the Journey of Martial Arts

"The will of Heaven has always been difficult to fathom, but my heart is higher than the will of Heaven."

His primordial spirit looked down upon the human world from the void, his divine sense sweeping across the capital city and beyond. He watched as the will of Heaven slightly changed, and as a result, the actions and fates of countless people changed accordingly. Su Yuchen fell into a state of self-enlightenment.

At this moment, the naive will of Heaven also loosened the rules of nature, allowing Su Yuchen to gain a deeper understanding of Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, and the four seasons.

You are one with heaven and earth.

You collaborate and achieve mutual benefit with the world, gaining more access to the fundamental rules of heaven and earth, and developing new insights into Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, life, and time.

You have grasped a sliver of the rules of fate.

In the courtyard, a faint golden hue emerged from the originally bright and dazzling spiritual energy. The immense spiritual energy of the Great Sun gathered and compressed in the courtyard, turning Su Yuchen into a sun.

In the courtyard, a vibrant atmosphere quietly wafted, as flowers and plants, not belonging to this season, bloomed one after another...

At this moment, humanity and the Tao are one.

Chapter 495 Zhang Yi's Clash with Liu Ye

the next day.

Outside the courtyard.

With a serious expression, Liu Ye lightly touched the ground with his toes and charged forward as if offering himself up. In an instant, he was in front of Zhang Yi. Then, with his right hand, he reached out and his fingers, like an eagle's beak, pecked at Zhang Yi's wrist that he was trying to block.

Zhang Yi still wore that slightly smiling expression, making Liu Ye want to punch him. Unfortunately, as Zhang Yi took a small half-step back, Liu Ye's attack came to nothing.

Liu Ye's attack missed, but he was not discouraged. He twisted his wrist and flicked his fingers like blooming flowers, as if adding three inches to the distance, and flicked them toward Zhang Yi's palm.

Faced with the hissing finger strikes, Zhang Yi dared not be careless. His right hand, which was originally defending, flicked wildly with its fingers, creating a strange rhythm in the chaos, which neutralized Liu Ye's finger strikes.

Liu Ye shifted his body and moved quickly, attacking from the front and circling around to Zhang Yi's side. His right hand, which had been slightly pulled back, coiled around Zhang Yi's right arm like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, while his left hand struck Zhang Yi's waist with a finger strike.

Zhang Yi remained standing, his right hand, which had been flicking his fingers, swept across a semicircle, seemingly sealing off the attack, and instantly unleashed twenty-four palm strikes. The overlapping palm shadows not only blocked Liu Ye's sneak attack with his left hand, but also solidified into reality, meeting Liu Ye's right hand.

Faced with the powerful palm wind, Liu Ye twisted his right hand in the opposite direction like a venomous snake, releasing powerful kinetic energy and driving his right hand to punch Zhang Yi's right palm with even greater force.

With a 'smack', a fist and a palm struck each other, Zhang Yi remained unmoved; Liu Ye, however, felt as if he had crashed into a hard rock mountain, a powerful force pushing him back seven steps in quick succession.

As he retreated, a series of 'crackling' sounds echoed beneath his feet as the pebbles beneath his feet burst into countless fragments with a soft, crisp sound.

"it is good……"

Dongmei, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but applaud and cheer.

It wasn't until Xia Zhu, who was standing next to her, flicked her finger hard that she belatedly lowered her head, avoiding Aunt Liu's murderous gaze.

"Great skill, do it again," Liu Ye praised.

Before Zhang Yi could answer, Liu Ye regulated his breathing, channeled the increasingly vigorous and domineering true energy within his body, and with a slight push of his toes, he once again floated lightly toward Zhang Yi at an extremely fast speed, heading straight for the center of the palace.

He rushed to Zhang Yi's side, landing and reaching out with a series of interlocking footwork. His hands blossomed like flowers, his fingers curling, his hands like knives, his fingers together like swords, his elbows striking—he used almost everything, his attacks like a storm, dazzling the eye.

Moreover, each strike was fluid and natural, perfectly timed, seemingly chaotic yet orderly, with no waste. It brought true energy and physical strength to their fullest potential.

"Young Master Liu Ye has excellent kung fu skills."

Zhang Yi rarely praised him, and then he waved his hands like mountains, spreading out mountain-like palm shadows in front of him, to his left and right, and in all directions. They were as immovable as mountains and indestructible.

Amidst a series of 'bang bang bang...' sounds, Liu Ye walked faster and faster, spinning around Zhang Yi like a top; Zhang Yi stood in front of the courtyard gate, his steps unwavering, occasionally swaying slightly, his two fleshy palms blocking out like Mount Sumeru.

The fight between the two dazzled Aunt Liu, terrified Liu Ruolan, and made Xia Zhu and her three maids' eyes light up with admiration.

Only Liu Ye, who kept trying to launch attacks, knew that although the two's fight seemed thrilling, he was actually at a disadvantage because of his constant attacks; Zhang Yi, who was guarding the goal, had more defensive moves with both palms, and his occasional flashes of brilliance in counterattacks were like a gazelle hanging by its horns, forcing Liu Ye to change his moves to deal with them.

This was the first time Liu Ye had fought a master without any restraint, aside from the prophet. However, all the moves he had anticipated and planned seemed to be useless against Zhang Yi's completely closed-off moves.

This made Liu Ye very frustrated.

Faced with Zhang Yi's flawless palm technique, Liu Ye felt a jolt in his lower back and spine, and an even stronger, domineering true energy surged out instantly, delivering a punch; Zhang Yi's originally smiling expression changed, and a faint golden layer appeared on his right palm, like the light reflected from the sun.

With a 'whoosh', the moment Liu Ye's domineering true energy collided with Zhang Yi's true energy, a wave of energy exploded outwards. Liu Ye used the force to leap backwards and slammed his left hand against the courtyard gate behind him.

Zhang Yi's expression changed, he shifted his feet, and moved faster than Liu Ye, passing him like a fleeting shadow. With his left hand, he pushed forward and struck Liu Ye's chest with his palm.

With a 'whoosh', the group's vision blurred, and Liu Ye, who was only three inches away from the wooden door, 'whoosh' swept a considerable distance and landed beside Liu Ruolan.

Faced with his panicked sister, Liu Ye subconsciously touched the spot on his chest where he had been struck by a palm, only to find that there wasn't even a single wrinkle on his clothes.

"Such domineering true energy, Young Master Liu Ye, I apologize for offending you."

"I knew I wasn't wrong that day. What rank are you?"

Faced with Zhang Yi's smiling but unanswered face, Liu Ye muttered to himself, "Eighth rank? Upper eighth rank? Ninth rank?"

"I've only practiced a few basic skills, young master, please don't make wild guesses," Zhang Yi said, still standing guard at the door.

………………

The reason for Liu Ye's confrontation with Zhang Yi is quite simple.

Early in the morning, Aunt Liu, upon learning that Liu Ye and Liu Ruolan were going to the Prince Jia's Mansion to attend a poetry gathering, naturally hoped to take this opportunity to let Su Yuchen also make an appearance, so as to clarify the rumors to the outside world.

When the three arrived at the courtyard gate, they were stopped at the gate by Zhang Yi, who was guarding the gate.

At first, Aunt Liu didn't care about Zhang Yi's unusual behavior. It wasn't until Zhang Yi explicitly refused to visit that Aunt Liu became anxious. Unfortunately, no matter how much she scolded him, Zhang Yi just stood guard at the door and wouldn't let her in.

Thinking something had happened to his younger brother, Liu Ye took the initiative to attack, but unexpectedly, after several exchanges, he couldn't even get close to the door and was driven back by Zhang Yi.

The prophet's assessment of Liu Ye was that "his eighth-grade true qi is enough to defeat someone with seventh-grade cultivation."

If Zhang Yi could remain unmoved and even neutralize the domineering true qi of his eighth rank, then his cultivation level must be at least the upper eighth rank, or even the ninth rank.

"I didn't expect the Earl's mansion to have a master like you, Zhang Yi. Are you a ninth-rank martial artist?" Liu Ye said.

Zhang Yi smiled and said, "I'm just a gatekeeper. My martial arts skills were all taught by you, young master. Please don't make things difficult for me, young master."

"Ninth grade?"

"Ninth level martial arts?"

Liu Ruolan and Aunt Liu exclaimed in surprise, exchanged bewildered glances, and then looked together at Zhang Yi, who had been guarding the door the whole time. The ninth rank of martial arts was no ordinary achievement; even the most ignorant person knew that, aside from the four grandmasters, the ninth rank was the highest.

But now, a super master of the ninth rank of martial arts is guarding the gate here day after day?

Despite the probing gazes, Zhang Yi maintained his smile, as always.

"Does my father know about your cultivation level?" Liu Ye asked.

Zhang Yi paused for a moment and said, "I am just the young master's attendant, not a servant of the manor."

Liu Ye's eyes flashed, and he understood what he meant: an eighth-rank count was not qualified to order him around; he only obeyed Liu Sinian's orders.

Liu Ruolan and Aunt Liu thought for a moment and understood what he meant. Then the three of them looked at Zhang Yi, and then at Xia Zhu, Qiu Ju, and Dong Mei, who remained calm throughout.

"You three..."

Xia Zhu, Qiu Ju, and Dong Mei curtsied, smiling but not replying, yet everything was understood without words.

Chapter 496 The Third Transformation of the Primordial Spirit

"Four...rank nine?"

Liu Ruolan couldn't help but groan, fearing she was dreaming.

Liu Ye's eyes showed a hint of surprise, feeling that since arriving in Kyoto, there were more and more pleasant surprises.

"Since when have ninth-rank martial arts experts been reduced to serving tea and water to others?"

"What about Liu Sinian, who commands ninth-rank officials like servants? Grandmaster?"

Liu Ye's heart stirred, and he couldn't help but think of more.

………………

At the same time, Aunt Liu also thought of Su Yuchen (Liu Sinian). Her expression changed, and she asked anxiously, "Where is Sinian? Where is your young master? Tell me honestly, what happened?"

Xia Zhu and Zhang Yi exchanged a glance. Xia Zhu curtsied slightly and said, "Young Master has been in seclusion since yesterday and has not yet emerged. I had no choice but to stop Madam from going in."

"Seclusion? Cultivation? Is Si Nian also a martial artist?"

"Does this mean that even though he's in seclusion, I, as his mother, can't even catch a glimpse of him from afar?"

Aunt Liu bombarded her with questions.

Xia Zhu hesitated for a moment, then said, "This servant is doing this for Madam's own good. Young Master's seclusion is no small matter. We can only wait outside, and Madam absolutely cannot go in."

Although Xia Zhu spoke tactfully, anyone could hear the determination in her tone. Aunt Liu took a deep breath and gradually calmed down, regaining her composure.

After taking another look at the four still respectful people, he sensed for the first time their warm yet aloof indifference. Looking at the situation before him, he realized that anything he said would be useless, and these four clearly didn't take the Earl's mansion seriously at all.

Thinking of this, Aunt Liu was actually quite happy. Although these four people couldn't possibly listen to her, they clearly listened to Su Yuchen, which meant they were indirectly listening to her too.

The thought that she had more prestige than her husband instantly cheered her up.

As for Liu Sinian? Since he can't even be seen, there's no point in worrying. Besides, if something really happens, shouldn't the four people in front of him be more worried than he is?

Once Aunt Liu regained her senses, her mind raced with countless thoughts.

"In that case, once Si Nian emerges from seclusion, send someone to inform me," Aunt Liu said helplessly.

"Yes, Madam," the four replied in unison.

Seeing that the four people remained unchanged, Aunt Liu, who was even more certain of her guess, put down her last bit of worry, glanced at the four people deeply, and turned to leave.

"Do I really understand my son?" Aunt Liu asked herself, feeling lost.

Seeing Aunt Liu turn and leave, Liu Ye was slightly taken aback. Neither he nor his sister were fools; after a moment's thought, they understood Aunt Liu's intentions. Smiling, Liu Ye also turned and left with his sister.

After all, there's a poetry gathering at the Prince Jia's Mansion today, where the Earl needs to make a name for himself.

After the three left, the courtyard returned to its usual tranquility, as if nothing had happened.

………………

Liu Ye still had the leisure to attend the poetry gathering hosted by the Prince Jia's Mansion.

Su Yuchen, however, was so immersed in the open rules of the Heavenly Dao that he could not extricate himself. The rules of heaven and earth, which he had previously viewed as if through a fog, were now open to him, captivating his primordial spirit.

The collision of countless divine consciousnesses and wills stirred up sparks of thought deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, illuminating it. Endless rules, martial arts skills learned in the past, and classic texts read by the reader constantly collided.

Deep within the primordial spirit, the seeds of Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, and the principles of life quietly sprout and branch out. A phantom seed of destiny is quietly born, awaiting its final blossoming and fruition. Countless insights weave mysterious runes on the primordial spirit, giving rise to natural rules such as wind, fire, thunder, and lightning.

Quietly, his primordial spirit underwent three transformations, breaking through without a sound.

As he comprehended the rules of heaven and earth, his primordial spirit underwent three transformations, and his body shimmered with a purplish-gold luster. Seven-colored rays of light bloomed slightly, and with each breath, he stirred an inexplicable rhythm in the void. An aura of immortality and indestructibility lurked and nurtured in the courtyard.

Unfortunately, the Heavenly Dao would not allow Su Yuchen to take advantage of the situation. Before seeing any tangible benefits, the rules of Heaven and Earth were only open for a moment before a thin veil was quickly draped over their foundations again.

In that instant, Su Yuchen had an epiphany that he could not escape.

………………

On the third day, when Liu Ye was famous throughout Kyoto, Su Yuchen opened his slightly confused eyes, and countless rules of power, like innate runes, flowed through his eyes like a waterfall.

It took Su Yuchen a long time to come to his senses.

You've seen the composition of the world's underlying rules, and you've had an epiphany.

You have analyzed some of the fundamental rules that constitute the world.

[Your primordial spirit has undergone three transformations, and your Yang spirit has been successfully established.]

Your indestructible and indestructible body has been further strengthened.

As Su Yuchen finished his enlightenment, the spiritual energy flowing through the courtyard was completely devoured in an instant. The purple-gold luster on his body flashed by, and his skin appeared no different from before, except that it was even whiter.

With a creak, the tightly closed courtyard gate opened with a soft sound, and Zhang Yi, Qiu Ju, and Dong Mei, who were waiting outside, instantly rushed inside.

"Young Master." The three men slightly raised their heads, then bowed in greeting. Su Yuchen was still the same Su Yuchen, seemingly unchanged, yet somehow different.

Su Yuchen stood up and stretched, a soft dragon's roar emanating from his spine and echoing around him. With a gentle wave of his hand, the autumn chrysanthemums, winter plums, and many other exotic flowers and herbs, which were not of this season, withered and faded away. A ball of vibrant energy gathered in his palm, condensing into a bean the size of a broad bean.

While flipping through the narration he had written during his seclusion, he tossed colorful broad beans and asked, "Where's Xia Zhu?"

Qiuju stepped forward and said, "The constables from the Jingzhao Prefecture have arrived. Sister Xiazhu is worried about Madam's safety, so she went to wait at the front."

"Jingzhao Prefecture?"

Su Yuchen was surprised. Given the prestige of Liu Qingtian, the Earl of Chengyi, in front of His Majesty the Emperor, did the Jingzhao Prefecture have some nerve?

With a sweep of his divine sense, he saw Aunt Liu reprimanding the constables of the Jingzhao Prefecture at the gate of the mansion, along with Liu Ye, Liu Ruolan, and Xia Zhu beside her.

After glancing at the narration which offered no clues, Su Yuchen raised an eyebrow and asked, "Tell me, what happened?"