Martial Arts Crossover: Me, the Immortal Venerable, Opens a Pawnshop in the Martial Arts World

Above the Celestials—

That was the pass that had trapped him for two thousand years!

Since reaching the pinnacle of the Celestial Realm two thousand years ago, his cultivation has stagnated, and he has never been able to find an opportunity to break through.

Over the course of these two thousand years, he sought to comprehend the universe and traveled throughout the eight wastelands, yet he could never find the way in.

For him, the concept of being above the heavens and man was already almost an illusion.

But now...

Long Yang, who was just one place ahead of him, was a child who was still very young, yet he had already easily crossed this insurmountable barrier.

At the age of three, he surpassed the accumulation of over four thousand years.

Isn't this... absurd?

In an instant, Xiao Sanxiao couldn't help but doubt the meaning of his existence and whether those long years truly held any weight.

He murmured a soft sigh, his voice barely audible, yet it reached the ears of Zhu Houzhao beside him.

Although the emperor had no internal energy, he felt a chill run up his spine to the top of his head, his hair stood on end, and his soul seemed to be shaken by an invisible force.

Above the heavens and man?

Long Yang in the picture looks only slightly more solid, yet he has already stepped into that legendary realm.

How absurd is this?

They clearly remembered that just now Longyang was eating and playing around, showing no signs of cultivation!

In the time it takes to eat a meal, he broke through to a higher realm?

This... let alone mortals, even immortals in mythology would find such a breakthrough too incredible!

The three celestial beings, the only ones in the world, were all stunned and unable to recover for a long time.

Their belief wavered—was all that year-after-year solitary retreat really less effective than a child's casual act?

On the screen, Long Yang, who had just broken through, showed no signs of distress. He paused slightly before reverting to his innocent and carefree self and continuing to play.

Suddenly, a palace maid stepped forward slowly and whispered a few words of report.

Upon hearing this, Longyang's eyes lit up with excitement. He skipped and hopped along with the palace maid through the many palaces, heading straight for the inner palace.

Arriving at the palace where he was born, a figure clad in a dragon robe and exuding an air of majesty walked towards him.

Upon seeing Long Yang, the man's cold and stern face softened into a gentle smile. He reached out and ruffled Long Yang's hair, saying softly:

"You silly child, you can even forget such an important day."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and pointed to the tightly closed palace gates, her tone softening slightly:

"But you've come at the perfect time. Your mother has just given birth to a younger sister for you. Come in with your father to see her."

After saying this, the man took Longyang's hand, who was full of anticipation, and slowly walked into the hall.

Inside the palace, a breathtakingly beautiful woman lay weakly on the bed, covered only by a thin blanket.

The palace maids stood solemnly around them, while a midwife in the center held a baby in swaddling clothes.

Upon hearing footsteps, the palace maids were about to perform a grand salute, but the man waved them off.

He took the baby with a loving expression, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at him tenderly.

"Is this... my little sister?"

Longyang reached out his little hand and gently grasped the baby's delicate fingers, a subtle, indescribable emotion quietly appearing on his face.

This scene, witnessed by the middle-aged man and the stunning woman, brought a slight smile to their lips, their eyes filled with relief.

But in the blink of an eye, Longyang blurted out another sentence without warning—

"I feel so weak..."

Throughout the land, countless onlookers, upon witnessing this, paid it no mind and simply laughed it off.

after all.

Everyone knows that the Immortal Longyang is a genius of all time; how can he be judged by ordinary standards?

When an ordinary baby is born, it is nothing more than a mortal body of flesh and blood, with its bones and muscles not yet fully developed and its mind not yet awakened. This is perfectly normal.

Only Longyang, upon his birth, had already reached the realm of the celestial beings, which can be described as defying the heavens.

but……

Not everyone takes it so lightly!

Deep within an ancient tomb from the Song Dynasty.

Yang Guo stared at the newborn in the picture, whom Long Yang had described as "too weak," his expression suddenly froze, his heart jolted, and his eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

The little dragon girl in her arms sensed something was amiss, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she asked softly:

"Guo'er, what's wrong?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo's expression changed several times, seemingly surprised and doubtful. Finally, he let out a long sigh, his voice low and deep as the wind:

"Long'er... that Longyang Immortal's sister, although she did not reach the realm of celestial beings at birth like her brother."

"But... he probably already possesses the cultivation level of a grandmaster."

"..."

Even the usually aloof and icy Little Dragon Girl couldn't help but show a slight change in expression and a flicker in her eyes.

Born a grandmaster...

First, Longyang was an exception, and now even his own sister is above ordinary people.

Even if he is not as extraordinary as his brother, his talent is still astonishing to everyone in the land.

What gate wouldn't be robbed?

Why is the He school unwilling to devote all its resources to taking him as a successor?

But unfortunately—

In Longyang's words, all he got in return was a "So weak"?

Then, since I, Little Dragon Girl, have not yet reached the Grandmaster realm, wouldn't I be... utterly unbearable to look at?

Inside the Forbidden City of the Ming Dynasty.

Almost simultaneously, Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng, Guo Juxia, and Zhu Wushi felt a tightness in their chests, and a wave of shame surged up within them.

They had cultivated diligently for decades, their swordsmanship was clear and profound, and they considered themselves to be invincible.

But unexpectedly—

An infant still in swaddling clothes has a level of understanding that is almost identical to theirs.

This is already a huge blow.

Not to mention Long Yang's casual remark, "My sister is so weak," which was like a cold blade piercing his heart and straight to the depths of his soul!

Even Long Kui, who was born a grandmaster, was considered "weak" in his eyes?

In Long Yang's view, those who fought their entire lives to reach the top...

Does it not even deserve to be called "weak"?

Not just them.

At this moment, almost every one of the dozen or so Grandmaster-level experts in the Nine Provinces felt as if they had been struck by lightning, and their Dao hearts were shaken.

The once proud title of grandmaster was easily shattered by an infant.

pride?

Faced with Longyang's single word "So weak," they vanished without a trace.

Outside the Mohist city of Daqin.

Wei Zhuang crossed his arms, his gaze sweeping lightly over Chi Lian, Bai Feng, and the others before settling back on the girl in the painting who had reached the Grandmaster level at birth.

Ok……

A bunch of mediocre people, not even as good as a newborn.

In the imperial garden of the Tang Dynasty.

Li Shimin took a sip of tea, shook his head, and chuckled.

"The Immortal Longyang is one of a kind in this world; who can compare to him?"

"Besides him, who in the world didn't start as a mortal?"

Across from him, Yuan Tiangang remained silent for a long time. Finally, he raised his eyes, his expression complex, and after a moment of hesitation, he whispered:

"Your Majesty... the younger sister of the immortal Longyang is no ordinary infant."

"If my senses are correct, this woman... has already reached the level of a Grandmaster."

"puff--"

Before he could finish speaking, Li Shimin spat out a mouthful of tea, spilling it all over the chessboard, leaving the black and white pieces in a mess.

His eyes widened, his face filled with shock, as if he were asking himself:

who am I?

Where am I?

Did I hear that right?

Longyang was born a celestial being, which is already defying fate.

But unexpectedly, his sister also...

Born a grandmaster?

This……

Are these two siblings born at a peak that all living beings can only dream of reaching?

Could their parents be reclusive immortals?

Otherwise, how can this bloodline be explained?

Could it be that—

The last two seats on the Nine Provinces Heavenly Ranking, which had been vacant for a long time, were reserved for Long Yang's parents.

It wasn't just the world that was shocked.

Even the majestic man and stunning woman in the illusion of the Heavenly Ranking paused slightly after Long Yang's words.

Finally, the dignified man coughed lightly, raised his hand and patted Long Yang's head, his tone tinged with helplessness and reproach:

"You silly child..."

"Kui'er is your own sister, and you are her older brother. It is your duty to protect her. How can you say she is weak? How can you harbor any dislike for her?"

Longyang stuck out his tongue and said softly:

"I just mentioned it casually..."

"Of course I'll take good care of my little sister!"

Upon hearing this, the dignified man's expression softened slightly.

He reached out and gently placed Longyang's small hand against the baby's soft palm, and solemnly said:

"Then it's a promise with Yang'er—"

"No matter when or where, we must protect Kui'er."

"Because you are siblings connected by blood, as close as family!"

"Um!"

Longyang nodded vigorously, his expression as firm as iron.

Although he had not yet fully grasped many of the meanings in the man's words,

But he already understood: the little life in front of him, with its bright black eyes looking at him, was the person he could never let down in this life!

The scenes shift, continuing to depict Longyang's growth.

Since Longkui was born

Besides playing by himself, Longyang would often run to his mother's palace to tease that little figure.

Day after day, the black nightshade gradually grew bigger.

An older brother and a younger sister, they walked together, through spring and autumn, inseparable.

The depth of their familial bond is the envy of everyone around them.

If it weren't for the occasional displays of power far exceeding what is comprehensible to the two of them...

Those watching all of this from all over the land would probably think they were just an ordinary but happy brother and sister.

Time flies, and Longyang in the painting is now eight years old, while Longkui is over five.

Despite his young age, he already showed signs of handsome and refined beauty, like a pearl emerging from the mortal world.

this day,

The two were chasing and playing in the vast palace when suddenly, Longyang stopped, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to circulate his internal energy.

In an instant, an invisible force seemed to surge between heaven and earth, and wisps of mysterious energy gathered from all directions, pouring into Long Yang's body.

At the same time, his aura surged dramatically, rising like a tidal wave, and his oppressive power was visibly increasing.

A torrent of spiritual pressure surged into the sky, stirring up strange phenomena in the heavens—

The sky suddenly darkened, and raging clouds rolled in, layer upon layer, obscuring the sun and moon. Thunder roared incessantly, as if the heavens and earth were enraged.

The oppressive atmosphere permeated the scene, and even across thousands of miles, all living beings in the land felt a heaviness in their hearts, almost suffocating.

"This bizarre celestial phenomenon... could it be... the scene of tribulation described in the 'Treatise on Herbs and Trees'?"

"Could it be that Long Yang's sudden surge in power was because he broke through to the Nascent Soul realm?"

In an ancient ruin,

Xiaoyaozi suddenly stood up, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the scene appearing in the void, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

If he hadn't obtained the "Treatise on Herbs and Trees," he might still have thought it was just a natural disaster and would never have associated it with the realm of cultivation.

But things are different now—

He has embarked on the path of cultivation and knows that there is another world beyond the so-called "above the heavens and humans".

At this moment, he clearly saw that the thunderclouds that covered the sky and earth, like the end of the world, were the tribulations that cultivators had to go through when they stepped from the Nascent Soul stage to the Divine Transformation stage!

In other words...

The boy Long Yang in the painting, who is only eight years old, has already entered the Nascent Soul Realm. He is just waiting to successfully overcome the tribulation so that he can reach the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm!

A god at the age of eight?

Thinking of this, Xiaoyaozi's heart trembled violently, and his eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

Before he had studied the "Treatise on Herbs and Trees," it was already a luxury for him to reach the late stage of the Celestial Realm in his lifetime;

Even if he were to switch to the path of immortality now, he would at most only have the chance to reach the threshold of the Nascent Soul stage.