Reborn in the Great Yan Dynasty: I Cultivated to Become a Martial Saint Through Telekinesis

With the help of mental power, Mo Zheng made rapid progress in his daily practice, and even when the session ended, he still felt a little unsatisfied.

But as the saying goes, too much of a good thing is bad. Martial arts training emphasizes perseverance and the power of dripping water to wear away stone.

Fists and weapons are one thing, but those stance exercises that supposedly increase blood circulation, if practiced too intensely, can cause enormous damage to the body.

Just like the original owner, he overdid the stance training and actually exhausted himself to death!

He walked briskly towards his home, passing by shops and vendors selling their wares, creating a bustling and lively scene.

The Great Yan Dynasty was founded on martial arts and has existed for nearly a thousand years. Since the founding emperor, all twenty-seven emperors were martial arts masters with long lifespans. Although not all of them were wise and sagacious, there were no incompetent rulers among them. They governed the eighteen provinces of the Great Yan Dynasty and its hundreds of millions of people in an orderly manner, ensuring that the people lived in peace and prosperity and that the country's strength was growing day by day.

"It smells so good..."

Smelling the various aromas of food wafting through the air, Mo Zheng's stomach couldn't help but rumble loudly.

Practicing martial arts is extremely physically demanding.

"Boss, two meat patties, please."

Mo Zheng stopped in front of a small stall, took out some copper coins from his pocket, and prepared to buy some snacks.

When the vendor saw a customer coming in, he greeted them with a smile and got to work.

"Make way, make way, don't block the way!"

Just then, a shout suddenly came from not far away. Mo Zheng looked closely and saw more than a dozen strong men dressed in black with knives at their waists walking out of the alley. They looked arrogant and were full of murderous aura. Pedestrians avoided them wherever they went, and those who couldn't dodge in time were punched and kicked.

"They're from the Black Sand Gang."

The vendor's expression changed slightly, and he spoke with some fear.

As the pedestrians were being beaten and howling in pain, the Black Sand Gang members laughed heartily, clearly bullying them on purpose.

Mo Zheng frowned, but showed no intention of interfering.

Although the Great Yan was generally a peaceful country, it also had various powerful and influential figures.

In Shangyin County, besides the county government, there are several powerful clans that should not be underestimated—that's the one on the surface. Behind the scenes, there are nearly ten gangs, large and small, like the Black Sand Gang, who control the underground order of Shangyin County.

The leaders of these gangs are all exceptionally skilled in martial arts, and even the government has to give them some respect.

The Shangyin Martial Arts School recruits hundreds of disciples every year. Apart from a few who can pass the entrance exam for the Jinqing Prefecture Martial Arts Hall, many join these gangs to make a living.

In other words, perhaps among the Black Sand Gang members who are bullying ordinary people are Mo Zheng's senior and junior brothers.

At a tea stall on the opposite street corner, several constables were sitting and chatting, but none of them seemed to care about meddling in other people's business.

Gang members are not to be trifled with. Unless they go too far and seriously injure or kill someone, the government will not get involved.

The meat pie tasted good, and Mo Zheng finished it before they even got home.

However, he was still thinking about what had just happened with the Black Sand Gang.

This world is not peaceful. Without force, even if ordinary people can survive, they will have to swallow their anger and humiliation.

Perhaps this is the main reason why the original owner was willing to work himself to death to practice martial arts in an attempt to change his fate...

Sword practice, stance training, meditation.

In the days that followed, Mo Zheng focused solely on his cultivation, going back and forth between two points.

What seemed like an extremely boring life to others, he found sweet and fulfilling.

For the first two months, no matter how hard he practiced, he didn't see much progress. Now, with the help of his mental power, his martial arts are improving significantly every day. Mo Zheng cherishes these days so much that he even practices swordsmanship at night after returning home.

This situation continued until the seventh day.

hum hum...

Inside the Wang family's backyard, a handsome young man with fair skin and red lips was practicing swordsmanship, with faint sounds of thunder echoing around him.

"Little Zheng has grown up. Spare the rod and spoil the child."

Mo Danian watched this scene through the crack in the window and couldn't help but feel gratified, thinking that the beating he had given his younger brother a few days ago hadn't been in vain, and that his second brother had learned to work hard.

"Yes, Xiao Zheng has been practicing swordsmanship after meals these past few days. He's much more motivated than before. Maybe our family will really produce a martial arts master who has reached the realm of martial arts," Wang Yumei said.

"I hope so, and I thank you for your support, my wife."

"Thank me?"

Wang Yumei chuckled softly and said in a charming voice, "Talking isn't enough."

Mo Danian felt a pang of panic, sensing something was wrong. Sure enough, the next moment, a large quilt was pulled over his head.

"My wife, my wife, no...no...wailing..."

His mouth was already gagged, and all that remained was the limp struggle of his arms.

The bedroom was filled with the colors of spring.

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"Almost there, just a little bit more."

Mo Zheng repeatedly used the Thunderclap Sword Technique. Although the sound of thunder was constant, one of his sword strikes always lacked a certain feeling, making the whole sword technique completely disjointed.

In seven days, he was just one step away from mastering the sword technique, but that one step was like a thorn in his side, something he felt he couldn't overcome.

There are no shortcuts.

No matter how talented you are, martial arts skills are still developed through practice!

With each rehearsal, Mo Zheng felt he was getting closer and closer to breaking through the barrier.

hum!

Mo Zheng practiced his swordsmanship once again, but just as he was practicing that one sword strike, he suddenly felt the sword in his hand naturally deviate slightly.

In that brief moment, thunderous sounds arose, and the entire sword technique flowed smoothly and seamlessly.

At this moment, Mo Zheng suddenly felt that the Thunderclap Sword Technique was no longer those moves, but the sword in his hand.

He casually slashed out with his sword, not using any of the sword techniques, yet the sound of the sword echoed in the air as clear as thunder.

"Is this the initial mastery of the Thunderclap Sword Technique?"

Mo Zheng felt a great sense of accomplishment.

It took the original owner half a year to master swordsmanship, but before he gained telekinesis, he made very little progress in just two months.

It's common for ordinary people to spend two or three years to reach a certain level of proficiency.

But he only took seven days.

Perhaps, this is talent.

Learning swordsmanship by beginners simply involves mastering the moves; it doesn't have much practical use.

However, mastering swordsmanship is different. It involves internalizing the variations in moves and the subtle application of energy, allowing one to adapt to changing circumstances in actual combat and unleash the power of the swordsmanship. This results in an immediate improvement in combat strength.

Even without relying on his mental power, Mo Zheng alone could defeat three or five armed men with just the standard longsword he had bought for two taels of silver.

Even among those gangs, he would be considered an elite member.

With this skill, even if Mo Zheng leaves home now, it won't be difficult for him to make a living.

However, relying solely on minor mastery of swordsmanship is far from enough to establish oneself in this world, and Mo Zheng would not be satisfied with such an achievement.

Qi and blood are fundamental.

Once one's Qi and blood have reached their peak, one can participate in the Jinqing Prefecture Martial Arts Hall's assessment. Passing this assessment means that one can obtain an official position in the future, which is the true way to change one's destiny.

Moreover, cultivating mental power also requires a strong physique.

If the martial arts of this world are strong enough, it may not be impossible to reach the realm described by the Heavenly River Forging Divine Technique in the future, where one can move mountains and reverse rivers in an instant.

More than a month passed in this way during the training. During this time, Zhang Li, who had been punished by the master for framing Mo Zheng, also returned to the martial arts school to practice martial arts.

However, this guy clearly harbored resentment towards Mo Zheng, and often hid in a corner watching him with a sinister look.

Just as Mo Zheng's martial arts strength and mental power were constantly improving, the martial arts school suddenly announced that an outdoor assessment would begin.

The field assessment is held every six months, a rule established by the Great Yan court, with the main purpose of letting these martial arts disciples see blood.

Martial arts training cannot be done by simply practicing behind closed doors; it also requires real combat experience.

The bottom ten in each field assessment will not be expelled, but their tuition fees will double.

Mo Zheng didn't know if other families could afford it, but he knew that if he got into the bottom ten, his older brother would definitely beat him until he was bruised and battered.

Early the next morning, Mo Zheng packed his bags, took his longsword, and followed the main force toward Dacang Mountain outside the city.

The Dacang Mountain range covers a vast area with dozens of peaks. It is home to many poisonous insects and ferocious beasts, and even though hunters from nearby villages often come up the mountain to hunt, they still cannot kill them all.

It is said that in the deepest part of the mountains and forests, there are traces of monsters, but it is just a legend and no one has ever actually seen them.

The assessment lasts for two days. Both wild animals and herbs are counted towards the score. The more valuable the items collected, the higher the assessment score.

A hundred or so people scattered into the Dacang Mountain, and soon dispersed in groups of three or five. As he walked, Mo Zheng found himself alone.

This is quite normal; after all, he is the younger brother of a son-in-law who married into the family, and most people at the martial arts school look down on him, yet he has no friends at all.

Fortunately, his martial arts skills have improved rapidly during this period, and his mental power has also been greatly enhanced, so self-defense is not a problem.

He walked inside for half an hour, when suddenly his eyes lit up and he saw a fox with fiery red fur lying in the shade.

"My darling!"

Mo Zheng couldn't help but secretly praise him.

A fox like this, its pelt could fetch at least twenty taels of silver. If we caught it, we could say that we had completed the task of this assessment.

He tiptoed toward the fox, even his breathing became much softer.

We've arrived. Just one more step and we'll be within range of the sword!

Mo Zheng silently calculated, his hand already resting on the hilt of his sword.

However, just as he was about to draw his sword, he sensed a deadly danger coming from behind him through his telekinesis. He couldn't care less about the fox and hurriedly dodged to the side.

call out!

The next instant, a whooshing sound came, and an arrow narrowly missed his shoulder, striking the fiery red fox directly and pinning it to a tree stump. Its tail feathers were still trembling, showing the immense force of the arrow.

Mo Zheng hid behind a tree trunk, his long sword drawn, his face extremely grim.

If he hadn't dodged that arrow, he would have been severely injured, if not killed.

Who wants to kill him?!

"That kid's pretty quick to dodge."

"I never expected that someone with mediocre martial arts skills could dodge the arrows of you, Brother Hu, the number one archer of the Black Sand Gang. His training at the martial arts school for the past six months has paid off." Zhang Li's voice came over.

"Brother, you're mistaken. I aimed this arrow at the fox, intending to scare it... Hmm, it's trying to run! Chase it!"

When Hu Laowu saw Mo Zheng dashing into the woods, he became a little anxious. The woods provided ample cover, which was not conducive to the use of bows and arrows.

He led Zhang Li to chase after them, trying to close the distance. However, Mo Zheng's physical strength and energy had increased rapidly in recent days. With the aid of his mental power, his senses were sharp, and the thorny jungle was like flat ground to him.

If they dodged at this moment, Hu Laowu and Zhang Li would not be able to catch up at all.

"Don't fight, you cowardly gigolo! Run! Don't let me catch you, or I'll make sure you suffer a terrible death!" Zhang Li cursed angrily.

Mo Zheng completely ignored him, dodging left and right in the woods, and quickly left him far behind.

His expression was solemn, and his heart was filled with anger. He never expected that Zhang Li would want to kill him over such a small conflict!

Being bullied is one thing, but wanting to kill him is another.

In the distance, the faint sounds of two people's footsteps and conversation could be heard, clearly indicating that the two had not given up on killing him.

"Are they from the Black Sand Gang?"

Remembering what Zhang Li had just said, Mo Zheng gripped the long sword at his waist.

Forget about the Black Sand Gang or the White Sand Gang; if they want his life, they'll have to pay the price!

In a flash, he held his breath and, with the help of his mental power, stealthily climbed up the tree.

"Damn, this kid can run so fast. Didn't you say he was just starting out in martial arts? This doesn't seem like it," Hu Laowu said with some suspicion.

"His aptitude is quite ordinary. Senior Brother Li Fei even went to his house to persuade him to drop out of school before. Maybe this kid is just fast," Zhang Li explained, his eyes constantly searching for Mo Zheng's whereabouts.

Hearing this, Hu Laowu felt relieved. He was not afraid of the ordinary disciples of the martial arts school, and he might not be a match for those elite disciples who were about to achieve the Great Perfection of Qi and Blood.

"Hmph, when we catch him later, we'll definitely torture him to death."

"That's easy. Just break his arms and legs and leave him in this forest. Let him experience what it's like to be eaten away by poisonous insects and wild beasts."

Zhang Li shouted loudly, clearly intending to intimidate Mo Zheng and try to make him reveal himself.

"Don't worry, he can't escape. I heard no movement, so he's probably hiding."

Hu Laowu laughed and said, "If we follow the traces he left behind, we'll find him sooner or later."

"Brother Hu is amazing! When we get back to Qiuyue Tower, I'll invite Xiao Hong and Xiao Cui to drink with you!" Zhang Li flattered.

"Thank you very much, brother."

Hu Laowu laughed. Twenty taels of silver plus a night of wine and women—this trip was a great deal!

Ok?

Suddenly, Hu Laowu's expression changed. He felt a gust of wind rush towards him, and he immediately rolled away to dodge. Then he saw a rock the size of an adult's fist fly over his head and smash into the tree trunk, leaving a deep dent.

so close!

Old Hu was still shaken; if that had hit him on the head, it would have left a huge hole!

call out!

A flash of sword light appeared, and Mo Zheng, wielding a long sword, charged straight at Hu Laowu.

Hu Laowu stood up, about to raise his bow and arrow to defend himself, when suddenly a thunderous sound rang in his ears, causing him to slow down his movements!

puff!

The longsword pierced flesh, blood splattering everywhere. Hu Laowu couldn't dodge in time and was slashed in the chest. Mo Zheng then followed up with a kick, knocking him heavily to the ground.

"Don't argue!"

Before Zhang Li could even process what was happening, he saw Hu Laowu being ambushed and instinctively drew his knife to help.

call out!

Mo Zheng showed no mercy. As he activated the Thunderclap Sword Technique, a sword light slashed out, severing Zhang Li's arm that was holding the knife on the spot.

"Ah! My hand, my hand!"

Zhang Li was stunned by the excruciating pain and wailed miserably while clutching his severed arm.

Hu Laowu lay on the ground, panting heavily. A sword wound stretched from his right shoulder to his chest, and blood kept flowing out, staining his clothes red. With such an injury, he was powerless to resist.

"Your swordsmanship and qi and blood have reached a minor level of mastery, haven't they?" Old Hu asked.

Mo Zheng's kick broke several of his ribs. The strength was far beyond that of an ordinary person, at least the strength of someone who had reached the minor completion of the Qi and Blood Realm. Furthermore, his sword strike severely injured him, demonstrating a level of swordsmanship that was far beyond what a beginner could achieve.

Zhang Li was blind to talent, which ultimately caused him great suffering.

Mo Zheng didn't reply, but instead stabbed at Hu Laowu's throat.

Seeing Mo Zheng's ruthlessness, Hu Laowu's eyes flashed with a hint of ferocity. He waved his hand, throwing a handful of lime at Mo Zheng's head. At the same time, a dagger appeared in his other hand, which he used to stab Mo Zheng.

However, an astonishing scene unfolded: an invisible barrier seemed to appear in front of Mo Zheng, blocking all the lime dust and preventing it from getting any closer to him.

Pfft!

A sword pierced Hu Laowu's throat. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he couldn't utter a word. He slowly fell to the ground, already lifeless.

"Ah...ah...don't kill me...don't kill me..."

Seeing Hu Laowu die, Zhang Li even forgot the pain of his severed arm and roared as he tried to escape.

However, having already witnessed Mo Zheng's secret of using telekinesis to resist lime, Mo Zheng was not about to let him off the hook. He kicked a stone and smashed him to the ground.

Seeing Mo Zheng walk towards him expressionlessly, Zhang Li, desperate to save his life, threatened, "If you dare kill me, my uncle is an advanced martial artist; he won't let you get away with it!"

He was greeted by a flash of sword light, and then his world fell silent.

"An immigrant martial artist?"

Mo Zheng wiped the blood-stained longsword clean on his clothes, sheathed it, and said, "If you want my life, not even the emperor can."

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