I am not alone on this path!
After hearing from Qiao Mu that he had reached the fifth level of the Xumi Mountain King Sutra, Hai Wuya clearly became excited. He enthusiastically discussed martial arts with Qiao Mu, feeling as if he had finally found a kindred spirit, unable to contain his chatter.
"Throughout history, people in the martial arts world only focused on being brave and fierce, and on learning how to increase their martial skills and develop more powerful moves. They never thought about exploring the essence of martial arts."
"Without the strong pressure from the Nine Immortal Gates, the martial arts would have remained the same for thousands of years, with only a repetition of bravery and fierceness, and no significant progress."
"Just like the rise and fall of countless dynasties throughout history, it is merely a repetition of events, with different rulers but little real difference."
Qiao Mu’s gaze flickered slightly.
He had also heard about Hai Wuya being reinstated to his position. As one of the six ministers of the Great Yan court, Qiao Mu found Hai Wuya’s words to be quite rebellious.
He truly lived up to his reputation as someone who had spent thirty years in the heavenly prison, enduring both physical and mental challenges.
Gaoler Fang Yuan couldn’t help but break into a sweat upon hearing these words, wondering if he was even allowed to listen to such things.
Famous Doctor Dong Xinglin was lost in thought, as if he couldn’t hear anything, or maybe he heard but pretended not to.
Qiao Mu nodded deeply.
Hai Wuya said deeply, "If it weren’t forinhuman breaking the order of the martial arts world, breaking the doors of Great Yan, how could there be more ambitious talents seeking change, exploring the essence of martial arts, and striving for the great feat of Using Martial Arts to Defeat Immortals?"
"People from the Wuji Association often say that the Martial Saint is a natural genius. He has dominated the martial arts world for forty years, and his breakthroughs in martial arts can rival those of the past few hundred years."
"In reality, this statement is also an attempt to take credit for oneself. It was not solely the effort of the Martial Saint, but the sacrifice and dedication of a whole generation of martial artists. Although the Martial Saint shines brightly, he is just one of them." Hai Wuya said deeply.
"The so-called salvation and survival cannot be achieved by just a few talents."
"Just like the Martial Saint, like you and me, all we can do is accelerate the process and narrow the gap between inhumans and our human race in terms of accumulated time."
Qiao Mu nodded in deep agreement.
Not to mention, his ability happens to be accelerating the process, skipping through time accumulation through death.
"Brother Hai, can you explain the fundamental of martial arts?"
Qiao Mu knew that Hai Wuya was different. He was a scholar who excelled in martial arts. Although he had a deep understanding of martial arts, he still had the knowledge and mindset of a scholar, which allowed him to create the unique martial arts technique called the "Human Path Sutra."
"In my opinion, the essence of martial arts today lies in the process of refining one’s energy and cultivating the Soul Changing technique," explained Hai Wuya.
"With abundant energy and blood, internal strength is cultivated. When the internal strength fills the dantian, the next step is the Spiritual Refining Method."
"The so-called techniques of strength, skill, spirit, and martial artist can be seen as the cultivation of a martial artist’s energy, spirit, and skills."
"However, the Spiritual Refining Method is currently far ahead, especially in the hands of the Martial Saint," said Hai Wuya, glancing at the Blood Moon Chart next to him.
The concept of spiritual refining is actually quite mysterious and intangible, a path of cultivation that is elusive.
"The birth of this martial arts path seems to be connected to the lofty Immortal Gate. This can be seen from the fact that hundreds of years ago, the Long Life Gate deduced the top spiritual refining martial art called the ‘Long Life Fist Sutra.’"
Both Qiao Mu and Hai Wuya had a lack of trust in the cultivators of the Nine Immortal Gates.
"Since the martial arts of your Qiao’s family are so different from my "Human Path Sutra," I hope that your Qiao’s family can pave a true path in the future."
To Hai Wuya, Qiao Mu is not just one person, but represents a family, a group.
That’s why he said such words.
Hai Wuya and Qiao Mu had a deep conversation, discussing their understanding of martial arts and their desire to save others.
It wasn’t until the sun was setting that Qiao Mu and Fang Yuan prepared to leave, and Hai Wuya reluctantly stopped talking.
For him, seeing a fellow traveler on the path of humanity was a great fortune, so he couldn’t stop talking.
"Brother Hai, we had a great conversation today, didn’t we?"
After Dong Xinglin saw Qiao Mu leave, he spoke and looked away from the Blood Moon Chart.
Hai Wuya nodded happily and said, "After seeing Qiao Shuanglin, I made a decision."
He gently coughed a few times, hunched slightly, and then looked at Dong Xinglin next to him with a spark in his eyes.
"In my lifetime, I’m afraid I won’t live to see the day of human prosperity."
"So in the time ahead, I want to spread the Xumi Mountain King Sutra as much as possible, leaving a small spark for the future."
Dong Xinglin was initially startled, but then showed a worried expression.
Hai Wuya spent thirty years in the heavenly prison, which caused irreversible damage to his old body.
Although martial artists have stronger bodies than ordinary people, their lifespans are not much longer.
From what Hai Wuya was saying, it seemed like he was aware that his time was running out and he had started planning for the future.
Dong Xinglin is old and no longer treats patients most of the time. The medical clinic is run by his three disciples.
In theory, Qiao Mu’s conversation with Dong Xinglin and Hai Wuya in the inner hall doesn’t affect the efficiency of the three doctors’ treatment.
However, when Qiao Mu returned to the lobby of the clinic, he was surprised.
In the lobby, there were three to four times more patients than before he entered. It was crowded like a busy market.
And when he walked out, many people in the bustling crowd looked at him, their eyes fixed on him.
"It’s the generous Qiao Shuanglin, Mr. Qiao!"
"You, kind-hearted person, cannot just sit and ignore me."
"Sir, I am also a victim of the disaster from Tan County…"
The crowd surged towards Qiao Mu, reaching out and grabbing his sleeve, and some even knelt down directly on the ground.