I Can Strengthen Infinitely

Qin Yuesheng could easily guess that Sanhuang must want to discuss this matter with him, so he directly found a chair and sat down: "You don’t need to worry about those roaming corpses anymore. Just send some soldiers to deal with them, and they will be wiped out in a few days."

Sanhuang rejoiced, "Master, you are truly a master strategist! Could it be that before you came, you already dealt with the trouble behind this affair?"

Qin Yuesheng nodded, "You could say that. There are indeed no problems in the north anymore. However, in the East Sea, some troubles may arise in the days to come."

Sanhuang puzzled, "Master, what kind of troubles do you mean?"

"It’s still uncertain for now. Just remember to send some troops toward the East Sea, and keep a daily watch on the situation along the shore. At the first sign of anything strange, make sure not to ignore it. Seize any clues—better to err on the side of caution than miss something important."

"Understood, Master." After speaking, Sanhuang couldn’t help but curiously glance behind Qin Yuesheng, his gaze falling on Qin Yuesheng’s Time Holy Wheel.

All Saint Wheel Realm experts cultivate a powerful Holy Wheel within their bodies. Because Qin Yuesheng possessed the Time Holy Wheel, he didn’t have to go through so much trouble—he ascended to the top in one step.

Now that he had entered the Saint Wheel Realm, he was but one step away from ascending to immortality. That step could be small or great, so Qin Yuesheng no longer considered traveling to temper himself. Instead, he entrusted the world to Sanhuang’s full authority and returned to Cyan Yang City, content to be the eldest young master of the Qin family.

"Sanhuang, I am leaving the Central Plains now. With you in charge of this world, I am at ease. However, with martial arts so prosperous, you may not bear the title of Emperor in name, but in truth you are no different from one. Assassins from among the martial world experts are sure to target you, and danger cannot be guaranteed." Qin Yuesheng pointed to the pen, ink, and paper on the desk, saying, "Today I will teach you some peerless martial arts. I hope you will truly devote yourself to the martial path and increase your ability to protect yourself."

Sanhuang immediately nodded, "Thank you, Master. I will not be negligent."

Soon after, Sanhuang stood up to fetch pen, ink, and paper, and respectfully handed them to Qin Yuesheng.

Qin Yuesheng took them, then began to ponder what martial arts he should teach Sanhuang for self-defense.

Since survival was the priority, naturally Golden Bell Shield must be taught. To survive, not only must one be impervious to blows, but being able to escape is just as crucial—if you can’t beat your foe, outrunning him will still let you survive. This has always been a truth in the martial world.

This is why many martial heroes in the martial world have superb Lightweight Skill.

So Qin Yuesheng also included Carefree Heavenly Travel Skill in the list of martial arts to be passed on to Sanhuang.

As Emperor Celestial Venerable, in addition to guaranteeing his own survival, having martial arts powerful enough to awe scoundrels is also extremely important.

Qin Yuesheng pondered, and instantly countless martial arts techniques sprang to mind. He intended to create an entirely new martial art tailored from these existing skills.

With Qin Yuesheng’s knowledge and experience in martial arts, crafting a custom martial technique for someone else was more than within his capabilities.

Sanhuang, seeing Qin Yuesheng in such deep thought, knew he must not disturb him now and waited quietly at the side.

He saw Qin Yuesheng constantly moving his hands—swinging and striking—while myriad martial arts forms flashed through his mind, which he demonstrated at a lightning pace.

At last, Qin Yuesheng’s eyes snapped open and a dazzling light burst forth, so awe-inspiring that Sanhuang was startled, involuntarily staggering back several steps before finally coming to a stop after bumping into a vase.

Qin Yuesheng looked to the Super Support Tool panel.

[Nine Dragon Emperor Fist] (Divine Skill): Absolutely formidable, unmatched and supreme. When the power of the nine dragons erupts, it can radiate the might of the emperor.

Nine Dragon Emperor Fist is divided into nine levels. Each level unleashes one dragon punch qi; when all nine dragons are summoned, the power knows no bounds.

Throughout the nine continents, any sect possessing a Divine Skill can be considered top-tier. Qin Yuesheng imparting the Nine Dragon Emperor Fist to Sanhuang meant that, once it was mastered, Chang’an would no longer be a place the martial world’s vagrants dared to intrude upon at will.

"This martial art is extremely powerful. You must cultivate it diligently, and be careful never to let others notice this technique." Qin Yuesheng wrote the cultivation method for the Nine Dragon Emperor Fist on paper and handed it to Sanhuang.

Sanhuang accepted it solemnly and nodded gravely, "I understand, Master. Your disciple will remember."

"Now that you’ve been settled, there’s nothing to keep me here in Chang’an." Qin Yuesheng took a pouch of Inner Strength Pills from his spatial bag and placed them on the table. "When you truly become an Inner Strength master, you may take these pills to quickly raise your Inner Power Realm. That’s all I have to say—I’m leaving."

With a shift of his figure, Qin Yuesheng vanished from within the room in the blink of an eye.

With his current cultivation at the Saint Wheel Realm, his speed was so fast that Sanhuang couldn’t possibly follow his movements with the naked eye.

Seeing Qin Yuesheng depart, Sanhuang quickly dropped to his knees, bowed his head to the empty air three times, and called out earnestly, "Thank you, Master!"

But by then, Qin Yuesheng could no longer hear him.

...

Qin Yuesheng had originally planned to leave Chang’an and head for Jiangnan directly, but just as he was about to depart Chang’an City, a familiar aura drew his attention.

Qin Yuesheng immediately descended from the sky, landing atop the city wall and looking down at the familiar figure drinking alone on the wall.

The Daoist of Huang Ting.

"Daoist? Such refined taste—you’ve chosen to hide here and drink by yourself?" Qin Yuesheng said with a smile.