Cosmic-Level Demon God
Chapter 115 - 115 94 New Generation's Genius Old Martial Sect's Hope First Update!

115: Chapter 94 New Generation’s Genius, Old Martial Sect’s Hope (First Update!) 115: Chapter 94 New Generation’s Genius, Old Martial Sect’s Hope (First Update!) Old Chen was very out of sorts.

No longer with the composure of the top leader of the Tai’an Metropolitan Area.

He sipped his soy milk while sorting his tangled thoughts.

Could it be that he had really stumbled upon something precious?

After all, He Lanchan’s “Void Meditation Technique” was one of the highest caliber legacies within the Old Martial Sect.

In the early years, the Ten Pioneers of the first generation were in their prime, extremely influential.

Figures like He Lanchan, Qi Wuxiang, and Kou Yunchao—who buried themselves in creating their cultivation techniques and paving new paths—were not the type to hoard their knowledge.

They generously donated their legacies to the Martial Arts Association.

When the New Martial had yet to rise and spread, the Four National Universities’ elite students all aspired to follow the Martial God Road of the Ten Pioneers.

As a result, many ended up wasting their golden years of life force development.

This was also the main reason the Old Martial was gradually phased out of the Dongxia education system and marginalized.

Except for the Ten Pioneers themselves, no one could walk their path!

To follow them is to live, to imitate them is to die!

“If He Lanchan hadn’t remained unmarried his whole life, I might suspect you’re his bloodline.”

Chen Ruofu stared intently at Mr.

Qin, who quickly handed over two steaming hot meat buns.

“Uncle Chen, don’t just drink soy milk, have something to fill your stomach.

Maybe He and I have…

a unique connection?

Like old friends at first sight!”

Bah!

He Lanchan passed away in Star Sea, and you’re just a kid!

It’s ludicrous to even think of connecting you two!

Chen Ruofu took a bite of the oily, stuffed meat bun, nostalgia surfacing in his eyes:

“I haven’t been to the breakfast stalls on Old Factory Street in a long time.

Back when I was a patrol officer, I would circle around North Gate Street every day, catching swift thieves cutting purses and robbers.

During the rapid development of Dangyang East Suburb, it also attracted all sorts of people, looking for opportunities to ‘create wealth’.

Using a hard brick hidden in a bag to smack people on the back of the head for robbery, tinkering with homemade guns to hijack trucks, there was even an organized ‘bandit gang’ that dared to challenge the Inspection Department.

“I even watched news interviews on TV of you, Uncle Chen, taking down robbers.

You looked heroic in uniform, like a movie hero.”

Mr.

Qin immediately chimed in, his quick response earning Secretary Huo’s appreciation.

Looks like young Mr.

Qin is material eager to make progress!

“Oh, a brave man does not boast of past glories.”

Though Chen Ruofu knew Mr.

Qin’s compliment was flattery, he couldn’t help but smile.

Leading teams to dismantle infamous criminal organizations and solving major cases, earning the nickname “Tiger of the Operations Department,” truly had its glory days.

“Since you’ve mastered He Lanchan’s ‘Void Meditation Technique’, this legacy placed in your hands is even more legitimate.

I originally intended to cover for you for a month or two, but there’s no need.

We should let the old timers in the Martial Arts Association know that Heng Province has a new, under eighteen, Old Martial Sect Little Martial God!”

Chen Ruofu gradually calmed down from his shock, quickly realizing the tremendous value Mr.

Qin held, which far exceeded a mere Martial God inheritance!

The internal struggle between the New and Old Martial has already reached a boiling point.

What they contest is not about ‘fame’, nor ‘profit’, but what martial artists value most in starting their sects.

Heritage!

The New Martial Sect continuously climbed higher, becoming widely promoted, leaping to the core of the Education Department.

But the major figures of the New Martial, who occupied most seats in the Martial Arts Association and rapidly developed their influence, were not satisfied with this.

They hoped to erode the deep foundations of the Old Martial Sect and, in one breath, devour the legacies of hundreds of schools and clans, thereby synthesizing and creating a truly new martial leader!

In essence, the struggle between the new and old is not about having more sects and students.

Instead, it’s about who has more towering Martial Gods in the martial arts path to guide future generations progressively forward.

“Young Qin, you might not understand what ‘Martial God Potential, Scorching Sun Seed’ means to both New and Old Martial.”

Chen Ruofu and Mr.

Qin walked along Baogong Street, where morning vendors were numerous, loudspeakers blaring in a symphony of mixed noises, creating a lively, genuine atmosphere.

“In the nine millennia of the Dongxia New Calendar, Martial Gods were rare.

Some followed ancient methods, channelling cosmic daylight and rebirthing through tribulations; some, blessed by deities, received grace and wielded authority.

It’s undeniable that since the martial arts path split into the New and Old Divisions, no genuine Martial God has emerged.

The Ten Pioneers of the first generation halted at the threshold, trapped indefinitely, and the latecomers were no different.”

Mr.

Qin asked doubtfully:

“What about Yan Haishan and Ning Yuanhai?

Don’t they count?”

Chen Ruofu shook his head:

“Yan Haishan was the Saint Heir chosen by the True Dragon.

He followed an ancient method, facing cosmic daylight burns at each limit break, transforming his mortal body.

Legend has it the True Dragon granted him ‘nine lives’.

Before reaching the ‘Great Tribulation’ for Martial God, he died eight times, being reborn only on the ninth try.

This method belonged to an individual, not a path for future generations.

Others can’t follow.”

Using up nine lives to upgrade to Martial God?

That’s too costly!

Anyone learning it would surely be doomed!

Mr.

Qin’s mouth twitched, wishing the True Dragon would grant him similar blessings.

He wanted to experience such thrill of surviving endless death, with health bars so high they couldn’t be depleted!

“Ning Yuanhai was similar.

Favored by Taiyi, essentially becoming its avatar, his creation of the ‘True Scripture of All Times and Eras’ near Divine Power wouldn’t have been possible without Taiyi’s help.”

Chen Ruofu supplemented.

So, Dongxia hopes for a Martial God Road that could be replicated!

Mr.

Qin grasped the essence.

Big figures like Yan Haishan and Ning Yuanhai were too legendary, destined figures favored by pillars.

They were ‘limited editions’, unique in existence!

Impossible to replicate!

“Didn’t the Ten Pioneers aim to pave an accessible path for future generations?”

An assumption arose inside Mr.

Qin, glancing at Chen Ruofu’s back.

“Exactly.

Dongxia seeks to recapture ancient glory, reclaim the lost Galactic territories, and ultimately win the war against the Star Gods.

However, relying solely on Martial Gods won’t suffice; we need even stronger beings.”

Chen Ruofu’s approving gaze suggested he admired Mr.

Qin’s intelligence, enjoying the ease of their conversation compared to the strain of talking with his daughter, Chen Yun.

So it boils down to following ancestors’ old paths!

Indeed, the only lesson humans learn from history is that humans never learn from history.

Mr.

Qin’s eyelids twitched, someone stronger than Martial Gods would indeed be a pillar.

Apparently, past lessons from the Gear Emperor and Iron Citizens weren’t enough for Dongxia.

From the magnificent Galactic Empire to Dongxia Republic investing heavily in the Great Expedition and Great Expansion.

Simply because the ancestors created the Star Gods out of their own hubris.

A pillar of martial artists?

In that case, wouldn’t battles tear the vast galaxy itself?

“If blessed by the Four Pillars, can’t one surpass the Martial God?”

Mr.

Qin asked curiously.

“Not absolutely, but significantly influenced.

It’s like borrowing money; the lender strives to ensure repayment, thus never letting you grow stronger.

Simple logic.

The grand cosmos’s gifts always come at a price, sometimes explicitly, sometimes covertly.”

Chen Ruofu sighed, regretting that early Martial God pioneers like Yan Haishan or Ning Yuanhai weren’t aware of the pillars.

Otherwise, they might have taken half, even a full step further!

Indeed, if the debtor becomes too formidable, the debt is automatically nullified.

Pillars never engage in loss-making deals!

Mr.

Qin nodded in agreement.

“The Ten Pioneers’ failure marked the decline of Old Martial.

Coupled with New Martial’s suitability to Dongxia post New Calendar from an educational spread perspective.”

Clearing up the roots of New and Old Martial struggles, Chen Ruofu moved to the main point:

“Young Qin, frankly, talent only matters if monstrous.

Otherwise, it’s inferior compared to advantages from family background, connections, and influence.

You think Four National Universities’ elites are all arrogant second generations relying on ancestral glories?

Their efforts match if not exceed those from humble origins.

Has your mentor ever mentioned, what’s the most crucial success factor in martial arts?”

Mr.

Qin pondered through sipping soy milk, “Talent, perseverance, luck?”

Chen Ruofu rejected:

“Wrong.

That’s individual effort.

The birth of a Martial God involves more than oneself.

Could He Lanchan be lacking talent?

Qi Wuxiang’s perseverance lacking?

Jiang Baichuan unlucky?

Success in martial arts primarily hinges on integrating resources!

Cultivating good relations!

Getting support!

In summary, four words: Riding the waves of the times!”

Mr.

Qin scratched his head—Chen’s words implied becoming a Martial God required not just fighting skills but the ability to network.

“You easily mastering He Lanchan’s ‘Void Meditation Technique’ shows your high potential in Old Martial, an admission ticket to being valued and invested in.

The weak depend on others, while the strong attract investments and opportunities.”

Chen Ruofu’s voice grew impassioned, deciding how to shape Mr.

Qin.

A successor of new generation Martial God, last hope of Old Martial, sole chosen one by the Four Pillars…these titles alone could mobilize resources worth hundreds of billions!.

Dongxia Republic’s martial prodigies were no longer the traditional lone achievers.

It required rallying large groups and funds, drawing immense resources from official and private sectors, to nurture prodigies capable of reaching the martial path’s door.

“Young Qin, you’ll be Heng Province’s ambassador and future Tai’an Metropolitan Area’s GDP benchmark!

Whatever you need, tell Uncle Chen; he’ll meet your demands!”

Chen considered me a ‘political achievement project’?

Mr.

Qin’s mouth twitched, thinking of a pure-eyed, e-cigs smoking Cheese Snow Leopard.

“Uncle Chen, honestly, there is a tiny request I have.”

Since Chen Ruofu offered, Mr.

Qin didn’t hold back.

After last night mastering the ‘Void Meditation Technique’ and getting the Four Pillars’ attention, he felt his Divine Barrier breaking was certain, only needing ample nourishment for the new stage.

“Write a list, I’ll meet the Education Commission in Tai’an later to discuss budget allocation.”

Chen Ruofu waved grandly, seeing Mr.

Qin in a different light now.

That was a leader’s longing for achievements!

“He Lanchan’s legacy finding a successor will shock the Martial Arts Association!

Combined with Four Pillars descending simultaneously, granting symbolic insignia, professors in the Four National Universities’ Spiritual Ability and Mechanical Systems will go crazy!”

The more Chen Ruofu saw Mr.

Qin, the happier he felt, suddenly asked:

“Young Qin, are you dating anyone?”