If Heaven hadn't given birth to me, I would be arrogant.

After hearing Zong's arrogant words, Zong finally understood: it seemed that everything was roughly as he had estimated. Ordinary martial artists and magic apprentices were equivalent to ordinary martial artists on Earth. Martial masters and mages were equivalent to acquired martial artists on Earth. Martial madmen and mages were equivalent to innate masters. Martial saints and magicians were equivalent to transcendent masters on Earth who had broken through to the innate level but were not qualified to cultivate immortality.

However, Martial Gods and Archmages are already equivalent to Foundation Establishment stage cultivators in the cultivation world. As for the legendary Martial Venerables and Magic Gods of this world, they are probably equivalent to Golden Core stage cultivators! As for the higher stages like Nascent Soul, Divine Spirit, Void Breaking, Tribulation Transcending, and Mahayana, they probably also exist on this continent, but the common people are unaware of them! Just like the common people on Earth are unaware that there is a cultivation world in their parallel universe.

As for beings more powerful than immortals, Zong Ze was unsure. After all, in his previous life, the only immortals he'd encountered were his senior brother who gave him the *Heart Sutra of Nature* and the guy who claimed to be a judge of the underworld; the others were merely hearsay. He guessed that the God of Light and his retinue of gods, worshipped by most in this world, were probably similar to immortals!

Having clarified the power structure of the Holy Word Continent, Zong Ze knew what to say next.

"Grandpa, Grandma, Father, Mother, don't you find it strange?" Zongze began.

"Everyone thought I was a useless magic and martial arts student, so how did I suddenly become incredibly smart?"

"Is that even a question?" Before anyone could speak, Zong Kuang said nonchalantly:

"Don't you even know whose son you are? You're the product of a collaboration between our ancestral family and the Yu family, renowned throughout the continent for their intelligence and wisdom. Although you didn't inherit the physical attributes of me and your grandfather, you did inherit the wisdom of your mother and grandmother! So it's only natural that you're intelligent!"

“Not bad,” Zong arrogantly interjected.

"But you really are amazing, kid. What was that phrase you used again? Oh... right, it's 'the student surpasses the master'! You inherited the wisdom of the Yu family, but to be honest, you're much smarter than your grandmother and your mother!" At this point, Zong arrogantly raised his eyebrows and said smugly:

“Back when Flotte was young, he discussed national affairs with your grandmother, and later, after your mother married into our clan, he also spoke with her. After the conversation, Flotte told me that both your grandmother and your mother, if they were men, could become prime ministers of a country.”

"But you!" Zong's arrogant expression grew even more smug:

"I've never seen the proud Flot like this before, following someone around like a student! Hahaha... That's what makes me most proud. Old Flot is like a student in front of my grandson, so what should he call me? Hahaha..."

"I really don't know what I saw in you in the first place?" Grandma said, spitting lightly after seeing Grandpa's arrogant laughter.

"When he fights, he's like a madman, reckless and fearless. He even dared to threaten our Yu family, saying he would raze the duchy to the ground, which led our Yu family to believe him!"

“They have to believe it!” Zong said with a serious expression.

"If they really hadn't agreed back then, I really would have dared to lead my troops into the Kingdom of Jade. Anyway, I never thought about coming back to be a marshal. Snatching a wife and becoming a bandit with my men wouldn't be a bad choice. Having a bunch of underlings drinking and eating meat with me, and a beautiful wife by my side, haha, just thinking about it is wonderful!"

Looking at his grandfather's blissful expression and then at his grandmother's disappointed look, Zongze shook his head helplessly.

"Grandpa, let me make you even more proud. Look what this is."

With a sudden "whoosh," Zong Xiaozhang stood up, and Old Madam Zong also stood up in shock. Yu Rou, as if seeing a monster, quickly covered her mouth with her right hand. Zong Kuang, however, pointed at Zong Ze and said:

"This this……"

He hesitated for a long time, but couldn't say anything.

"Grandpa, Grandma, Father, Mother!"

Zongze looked at everyone's expressions, then at the fist-sized water sphere that had gathered in the palm of his right hand, and sighed softly.

"Actually, I'm not some kind of magic and martial arts waste. On the contrary, I'm a true cultivation genius. Conservatively speaking, someone with my talent might only appear once every ten thousand years!"

"Uh……"

After a pause, noticing that the four elders still seemed dazed, even somewhat stunned by his words, Zong Ze added:

"I didn't say that, my teacher did, you just don't know it!"

"teacher?"

As expected of the matriarch of the Zong family, she was the first to recover from the shock.

"Ze'er, what exactly is going on? Is the teacher you're talking about a teacher from the academy?" After saying this, the old woman changed her mind and said:

"No, you weren't in school when you were eight!"

"I don't even know where the teacher is from!" Zong Ze scratched his head and began to 'recite' the draft he had already prepared in his mind:

"Two years ago, one evening I was sitting alone in the courtyard when suddenly an old man with very strange clothes appeared. He was wearing a long robe that didn't distinguish between clothes and pants!"

Although he had already transmigrated, Zong Ze still preferred the way he dressed in his old clothes. He knew very well that there were no such things as robes on the Holy Word Continent. So he invented the clothes his supposed teacher wore, so that he could wear robes in the future without his family thinking he was strange!

"The old man immediately said that I was a cultivation genius who was only seen once in ten thousand years, but I was cursed in the womb, which prevented me from cultivating martial arts and magic. In fact, I was fully capable of cultivating both martial arts and magic. Then he asked me if I wanted to break the curse, and of course I did. So he broke the curse on the condition that I become his student."

At this point, Zong Ze walked to the weapon rack again, picked up a greatsword, circulated his internal energy into his right hand, bent his middle finger over his thumb, and flicked it sharply against the greatsword. Everyone heard a 'clang' sound, and the greatsword, which was originally incredibly hard and even Zong Kuang could only bend, was snapped in two by Zong Ze's single flick.

At this moment, everyone was still reeling from the shock of Zongze's magical abilities. They simply stared blankly at the broken upper half of the greatsword lying on the ground. After a long while, Yu Rou finally asked softly:

"Xiao Ze, what you just used... was... a martial arts technique?"