Chapter 11 A Frog at the Bottom of a Well Looks Up at the Moon

Chapter 11 A Frog at the Bottom of a Well Looks Up at the Moon

Time flowed.

Half a year passed in the blink of an eye.

During this period, Lin Yuan's deed of suppressing the Great Li Imperial Palace with a single roar spread across all parts of the world like a hurricane.

After all, the commotion of this matter was not small; even if the imperial guards and palace maids inside the Great Li Imperial Palace dared not spread it indiscriminately,

But the martial arts Experts outside the imperial palace could not possibly pretend it never happened.

Their eyes were not blind, nor were their ears deaf.

Even the middle-aged monk could perceive the changes in the Qi within the imperial palace.

Naturally, other martial arts Experts could as well.

Coupled with the scene of the Emperor of Great Li actively walking out of the imperial palace and bowing to Lin Yuan, it was seen by quite a few people.

Connecting the events before and after, it was very easy for people to deduce the general truth—

The Great Li Imperial Palace was pierced through by a mysterious Buddhist expert.

Even the reigning emperor had to step out and lower his head to admit his mistake.

The Great Li Dynasty wanted to suppress it, but couldn't suppress it at all.

Moreover, this narrative was also the truth, and it even elevated the Great Li Dynasty.

After all, using the two words 'pierced through' to describe it at least showed that Lin Yuan made a few moves.

The Great Li Dynasty still had the power to resist, but failed in the end.

But the actual situation was that a single sound skill caused the numerous Experts inside the imperial palace to collapse to the ground.

For a time, the world was in an uproar.

Ordinary commoners and martial arts Experts from all sides

Were all discussing this matter.

The Great Li Dynasty had ruled the world for nearly two hundred years, and because of that Great Li Founder, all martial arts Experts were suppressed to the point of being unable to catch their breath.

Now seeing the Great Li Dynasty suffer a setback and be completely knocked down, everyone was naturally happy to see it happen.

After discussing the Great Li Dynasty, everyone's gaze immediately concentrated on that mysterious Buddhist monk.

Is the Great Li Dynasty weak?

Certainly not weak.

Not only not weak,

But terrifyingly strong.

Even though that Great Grandmaster Old Ancestor had passed away,

The strength of the Great Li Dynasty could still suppress the world.

Yet even so, as the imperial palace that gathered the most elite forces and the most Experts of the Great Li Dynasty,

It was pierced through by a mysterious monk.

Thinking carefully about what this implied, everyone felt their hair stand on end.

Without a doubt, the strength of that mysterious monk must have already stepped into the Great Grandmaster Realm.

Great Li Imperial Palace, Martial Hall.

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged with a calm expression.

Ever since entering here half a year ago, Lin Yuan had not gone out.

The Emperor of Great Li was quite tactful; he directly listed the Martial Hall as a Forbidden Land, forbidding anyone from disturbing Lin Yuan.

In addition, he racked his brains over the daily meals.

Not only could they replenish Origin Qi, but they were also carefully stir-fried by imperial chefs.

Making it impossible to pick out any flaws in taste.

"Not enough, these martial arts are still far from enough."

Lin Yuan sighed softly in his heart.

In just half a year, Lin Yuan thoroughly comprehended and understood the numerous martial arts within the Martial Hall of the Great Li Imperial Palace.

This was not because the martial arts within the Martial Hall were inferior to the Scripture Pavilion of the Great Zen Temple.

Fairly speaking, the martial arts collected in the Martial Hall far exceeded the Scripture Pavilion.

It was just a matter of changing circumstances.

The height Lin Yuan was currently at was the unprecedented Mythical Realm.

And back at the Great Zen Temple, Lin Yuan was an Innate Grandmaster and Great Grandmaster.

From such a commanding height, the efficiency of comprehending the Dao naturally far exceeded the latter.

However, even after thoroughly understanding all the martial arts in the Martial Hall,

And utilizing Heaven-Defying Comprehension to sublimate to the extreme, Lin Yuan still failed to break through to the Mythical Realm.

"The martial arts in the world that can be recorded in books and passed down as a Legacy are ultimately only a minority. More martial arts are dispersed among every Martial Artist in the world."

Lin Yuan thought silently in his heart.

These martial arts might not be high in tier, far from reaching the level of superior martial arts, but they won by their unique angles.

They were even completely different from the current martial arts Cultivate system.

If Lin Yuan could comprehend the martial arts from other perspectives, it should be helpful for his Breakthrough to the Mythical Realm.

"Come in."

Having a general direction in his heart, Lin Yuan raised his head slightly and looked outside the door of the Martial Hall.

"Yes."

The lean old man immediately walked over respectfully.

As the Old Ancestor of the Great Li imperial family with the highest status and strongest strength,

Logically, the lean old man shouldn't be like this, personally guarding outside the Martial Hall and waiting for Lin Yuan's orders.

But ever since Lin Yuan casually guided the lean old man shortly after entering the Martial Hall, causing him to have a sudden flash of enlightenment—

The lean old man guarded outside the Martial Hall and refused to leave.

That guidance made the lean old man realize that even if he cultivated bitterly for ten, twenty, or fifty years,

It still wouldn't compare to a casual sentence from Lin Yuan.

"I plan to hold a worldwide Martial Arts Tournament right here in the capital. Any Acquired Realm Martial Artist or Innate Realm Martial Artist can participate."

"The top ten can choose any three superior martial arts."

Lin Yuan spoke.

Relying on Heaven-Defying Comprehension, Lin Yuan didn't need to learn martial arts at all; as long as he watched others display their methods, he could gain insights from them.

More than a decade ago, Lin Yuan watched the warrior monks of the Great Zen Temple practice the Arhat Fist and comprehended the superior martial arts Great Arhat Buddha Fist from it, which was an example.

Asking the Martial Artists of the world to write down their unique ultimate skills was unrealistic.

Many stray Martial Artists had no Sect weighing them down. If driven into a corner, they would at best hide in the deep mountains and old forests, and even Lin Yuan would have no good way to deal with them.

But if they were attracted here by a martial arts tournament, with Lin Yuan's Heaven-Defying Comprehension, he could completely and quietly figure out their foundations.

As for whether those stray Martial Artists would come, what people in the world pursued were nothing more than two things:

Fame or fortune.

And for Martial Artists, plus one more:

That was their own martial arts Realm.

With superior martial arts as bait, Lin Yuan was not worried that those stray Martial Artists wouldn't take the hook.

Superior martial arts were not Chinese cabbages; a single superior martial arts was enough to serve as the foundation of a Legacy.

A Buddhist Holy Land and major martial arts Sect in the world like the Great Zen Temple only had seventy-two superior martial arts.

In addition, this kind of martial arts tournament was led by the Great Li Dynasty; as long as one showed a bit of prominence, one could make a name for oneself.

"And Grandmasters."

Lin Yuan touched his chin.

Letting Grandmasters participate in the martial arts tournament had little meaning.

After all, the number of Grandmasters was too small. The Grandmasters displayed openly in the world could be counted on two hands.

Even adding those living in seclusion and hiding in the dark, it was impossible to exceed twenty.

"If Grandmasters come, they can challenge me. Regardless of win or loss, they can all obtain a mental martial art."

Lin Yuan slowly said.

Simply put, as long as the Grandmasters arrived, they could get a mental martial art.

What was the concept of a mental martial art? That was a secret technique that only Great Grandmasters could Cultivate.

Although Grandmasters could not Cultivate mental martial arts, comprehending them year-round would definitely be a tremendous help in stepping into the Great Grandmaster Realm.

"Yes."

The lean old man swallowed his saliva.

Although the Great Li Founder left behind a few mental martial arts back then,

Who would find too many mental martial arts? Comprehending different mental martial arts simultaneously and verifying the Great Grandmaster Realm from various angles made it easier to take that step.

Along with the news of the martial arts tournament spreading,

The whole world was in an uproar, and countless Martial Artists were dumbfounded.

As long as one could achieve the top ten in the martial arts tournament, they could choose any three superior martial arts?

If it weren't for the personal promise of the Emperor of Great Li, I'm afraid no one would believe it.

That was a superior martial art! Just getting into the top ten could secure it? And it was any choice.

At first, some Martial Artists still doubted it, but after the first martial arts tournament was held, and the top-ten Martial Artists obtained the three superior martial arts they wanted,

The Martial Artists of the entire world instantly went crazy.

They rushed non-stop to the capital of Great Li, waiting for the start of the next martial arts tournament.

Compared to the excitement of the Acquired Realm and Innate Realm Martial Artists,

The various Grandmasters stationed in various places gradually had changes in their thoughts.

The news about the martial arts tournament spread to the outside world by the Emperor of Great Li was seen by all of them.

Grandmasters also could participate, and could challenge that mysterious monk who pierced through the imperial palace alone.

Regardless of success or failure, they could obtain a mental martial art.

For a time, many Grandmasters could not hold back and rushed toward the capital of Great Li one after another.

Half a year later.

Great Li Imperial Palace.

Outside the Martial Hall.

Silently, a stalwart man carrying a heavy sword appeared.

By the stalwart man's side followed a young boy only fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Sword Saint of the South Sea, I didn't expect you to come too."

The lean old man guarding outside the Martial Hall had a complexion as solemn as water.

Before meeting Lin Yuan, the lean old man fancied himself invincible beneath the Great Grandmaster.

Across the world, the Grandmasters who could make him wary were few and far between.

And the Sword Saint of the South Sea was one of them.

In terms of strength, the Sword Saint of the South Sea was not stronger than the lean old man.

The two could at best be considered evenly matched.

But the Sword Saint of the South Sea did not come from a major martial arts Sect.

He walked to his current height step by step.

The lean old man came from the Great Li imperial family and had been guided by various Grandmasters since childhood.

He often comprehended the insights and experiences left behind by the Great Li Founder.

Only then did he reach this step today.

Yet relying solely on himself, the Sword Saint of the South Sea ran neck-and-neck with the lean old man.

His Comprehension Ability and Aptitude could not be underestimated.

"You, have you already begun to nurture spiritual exotic power?"

The lean old man took a close look at the Sword Saint of the South Sea, his expression instantly startled.

He could sense a faint mental pressure from the other party.

This was the manifestation of beginning to condense spiritual exotic power. As long as the first wisp of spiritual exotic power was successfully nurtured,

One could break into the Great Grandmaster Realm.

The Sword Saint of the South Sea did not speak.

From his appearance until now, his gaze had never fallen on the lean old man.

Instead, he stared fixedly inside the Martial Hall.

"Great Grandmaster"

A trace of a smile appeared on the lips of the Sword Saint of the South Sea.

Unlike other Grandmasters who arrived here,

He, the Sword Saint of the South Sea, came here not for mental martial arts.

Mental martial arts were indeed helpful for condensing spiritual exotic power, but he, the Sword Saint of the South Sea, no longer needed them.

His true purpose was to challenge that mysterious monk.

That Great Grandmaster who pierced through the Great Li Imperial Palace with his own strength.

The ambition of the Sword Saint of the South Sea was very grand; he wanted to use a Great Grandmaster as a stepping stone.

To forge his own path into the Great Grandmaster Realm.

"Master, are you really going in?"

Beside the Sword Saint of the South Sea, that fifteen or six-year-old boy was somewhat nervous.

After all, that mysterious monk being in the Great Grandmaster Realm was a recognized fact by numerous Martial Artists in the outside world.

Aside from a Great Grandmaster, who else could pierce through the Great Li Imperial Palace with their own strength?

And his master, the Sword Saint of the South Sea, although extremely powerful in strength and even having begun to condense spiritual exotic power and walking the path of a Great Grandmaster,

Was ultimately not a Great Grandmaster.

Facing a true Great Grandmaster, life and death were unpredictable.

"Rest assured, disciple."

"With my current strength, I only need to face the mental pressure of a Great Grandmaster, and I could break through to the Great Grandmaster Realm at any time."

The Sword Saint of the South Sea wasn't worried.

Now he had already stepped half a foot into the Great Grandmaster Realm.

He only needed the stimulation of a true Great Grandmaster, and stepping completely into the Great Grandmaster Realm would be entirely a matter of an instant.

By then, being in the same Great Grandmaster Realm, even if the Sword Saint of the South Sea could not defeat that mysterious monk, he believed he could still retreat completely unscathed.

"Master is going in."

"Good disciple, wait outside for a moment."

The Sword Saint of the South Sea spoke with a yearning tone and an expectant expression.

The doors of the Martial Hall quickly opened.

The Sword Saint of the South Sea walked in with a face full of Battle Intent.

In a fleeting glance, that fifteen or six-year-old boy

Saw a young monk wearing a gray monastic robe sitting deep within the Martial Hall.

"Master will definitely not lose."

The fifteen or six-year-old boy clenched his fists, cheering himself on in his heart.

Only a little less than half an incense stick of time passed.

The doors of the Martial Hall opened once again.

That stalwart man carrying a heavy sword walked out with a blank expression.

"Master, Master."

"It ended so quickly?"

The boy hurried up and asked with concern.

"Let's go."

The Sword Saint of the South Sea shook his head slightly and led the boy to leave the imperial palace.

Until they came outside the capital.

The Sword Saint of the South Sea stopped.

He turned around to look in the direction of the imperial palace and sat down heavily on a stone.

He even muttered words like 'how can he be so strong' and 'how can such a person exist in this world'.

Seeing this, the fifteen or six-year-old boy immediately realized that his master must have lost.

And it was the kind of loss that was thorough.

Otherwise, he wouldn't behave like this.

"Master, I saw that he wasn't that strong either, right? In the future, when you become a Great Grandmaster, won't it be fine to go challenge him and win it back?"

The boy said from the side.

This was indeed the truth; just now when the Sword Saint of the South Sea entered the Martial Hall,

The boy had a fleeting glance and looked at that mysterious monk. His Qi was indeed unfathomably deep, but at most slightly stronger than his own master, and he might not necessarily fail to catch up in the future.

"Not that strong?"

The Sword Saint of the South Sea was silent for a moment, not knowing what to say for a while.

After a long time, the Sword Saint of the South Sea composed himself and slowly said:

"You are only in the Innate Realm now, and your vision is still narrow. Seeing him is like a frog at the bottom of a well looking up at the moon."

"Until the day you fluke your way into the Grandmaster Realm, or become a half-step Great Grandmaster Realm like your master—"

Speaking up to here, the Sword Saint of the South Sea continued with an extremely complex emotion:

"Then seeing him will be like a single mayfly looking up at the azure sky."