The Martial World
E-22 Xiantian

Lin Ming knew there was no point in hiding who he was, so he decided that he would instead fabricate the identity of a master to calm down any questions.

The inscription technique was impossible to learn by himself, let alone the one he had at such a young age. In the eyes of a reasonable person, it was likely that Lin Ming had some sort of legendary inscription master backing him up, even if this character actually did not exist.

Of course there is a risk too. The world had many crazy people, some even ignored the existence of such people. If Lin Ming encountered such a person, he would be in danger.

But Lin Ming did not run away from such a risk, instead he faced it head-on. He cultivated martial arts, how could he run away from something just because there was a risk of danger? If he was afraid of every shadow and shadow, then there was no way he would reach the peak of the martial path.

Muyi saw Lin Ming alert, and he said to everyone behind him, "Go."

Quickly, everyone had left this small room including Tie Feng. Soon there were only Muyi and Qin Xingxuan.

Muyi circulated his soul force, and something invisible bubble surrounded the entire room. “Small sister, I have no ill intentions, this is just my sound sealing skill. Under him, no one could hear what we were saying. I just want to ask, did you create that fire carved inscription symbol? "

It was a tradition for inscription masters to have their own personal drawings which they used on inscription symbols. It identified who they were, and represented the spirit behind their inscription path. Lin Ming was a raging flame that represented his desire to tread the path of martial will.

Qin Xingxuan held her breath, her eyes wide and unblinking as she waited for her answer.

Lin Ming hesitated, nodded, and said, "That's me."

Since he decided to act, then he would do it thoroughly and completely. Only then would he be in a powerful position and others would believe that the mysterious master behind him was a legendary figure who could not be offended.

Although they had already expected this, upon hearing Lin Ming's affirmation, Muyi gasped, and in particular Qin Xingxuan's eyes widened in shock.

He's also an inscriptionist, so he knows! He knew that it was extremely difficult to become an inscription master at the age of fifteen!

Qin Xingxuan understood that for every mountain, there would always be a higher one. The Sky Fortune Kingdom was only a small country in the entire Sky Spill Continent. If even though he was talented to himself and was considered the best here, if he went to another land, then perhaps he would only be one of countless talents.

But, Qin Xingxuan had still not left the country before. After all, even in the few countries that surrounded him were top number one talents; there was not a single contemporary around him that could compare to a tenth of him.

A rank six martial talent, other than the unbeatable inscription talent in Sky Fortune Kingdom, Qin Xingxuan was truly blessed by the heavens and had yet to find a match in her generation. He had never felt half an ounce of frustration at his age, so Qin Xingxuan grew up with confidence in arrogance.

But today, he was suddenly defeated by a young man of the same age. Although his strength was less than his, his talent and ability as well as achievements in writing had surpassed him by many miles.

Regarding the inscription technique, it could be said that he was a novice who had yet to learn to fly, and he was a soaring eagle that ruled the sky; the distance was simply too great!

He was frustrated, but Qin Xingxuan was neither depressed nor desperate. He was really excited, because now that he had found a goal, he could then strive to improve himself!

To this boy, Qin Xingxuan was filled with curiosity. He also hoped to become his friend and compare notes with her in the future. He could learn from this exchange and further improve his understanding of inscription techniques!

But he remembered that earlier, his invitation had been rejected. Qin Xingxuan felt persecuted. Girls were naturally thin-skinned, shy, and proud; beautiful girls from aristocratic families were all like this. Even if in his heart he wanted to be his friend, but because at that time he could not take the initiative to invite him again.

After Muyi heard Lin Ming's reply, he finally managed to calm himself down from the disbelief he felt. It's really incredible. He had originally guessed that the creator of the inscription symbol did not have a cultivation that surpassed a third level body transformation, but it seemed like he was wrong.

Lin Ming's cultivation was only at the peak of the first layer, but due to his solid foundation and the density and accuracy of his soul power, it had given the illusion that it was higher than that!

Moreover, this young man was very diligent and dedicated.for example he had just cut the savage beast now with the back of a knife. Perhaps this boy was from an ancient clan, or had the support of a supreme master!

Thinking of this, Muyi took a deep breath and asked in a respectful tone, "Sorry to have asked, may I ask for your honorable master's name?"

Muyi had a high and aloof position with the Sky Fortune Kingdom. Even if he approached the emperor he did not need to bow. But from this respectful expression, it was enough to see the deep admiration and respect he had for this supreme and mysterious master behind Lin Ming.

Ling Ming said, “This is sorry, senior, but my master once told me that mentioning his name is taboo. The truth is my parents now know that I have apprenticed to a master. When I was twelve, my master found me and taught me some skills. “Lin Ming has been living in Green Mulberry City since childhood, so this is easy to investigate. He only said as little as he could to avoid being suspected.

Muyi. “I'm sorry for being rude with my words. For elders with high skills, they traveled to the four corners of the world making it difficult to see their whereabouts. I shouldn't have asked so rashly .. It's just that the little brother's inscription technique was so incredible that it couldn't possibly belong to someone from Sky Fortune Kingdom. Maybe someone from the ancient sect ... "

Muyi said that he did not want to ask who master Lin Ming was, but he was still vague and wanted to ask for some information. After all, a legendary master like this was rarely seen even once; if anything, then perhaps it could be their own luck!

Muyi had already been stuck at the peak of the houtian boundary for a very long time. He always wanted to cross the threshold to the next stage.

But without guidance, one simple step was an impassable abyss!

In the eight years of Sky Fortune Kingdom's history, there were many pulse condensing martial artists. And within it were many talents that would even arrive at the houtian stage.

However, ignoring the unrivalled talent that had entered the Seven Profound Valleys, then the Sky Fortune Kingdom did not have a single xiantian master!

If the step from bone forging to pulse condensation was a small stream to go through, then the path from houtian to xiantian was like a raging ocean! If one did not rely on the direction of a sect, then depending on his own personal skills and inventions, the possibility of entering the xiantian stage was close to zero!

It was too late for Muyi to enter a sect. His only hope was to meet a mighty elder who could give him a clue or two, and thus also give him hope that one day he could dream of crossing over to the xiantian level.

He ended up not trying to enter the xiantian level; he just wanted to know his direction, giving him a purpose so that he would not remain ignorant and get lost for the rest of his life.

Lin Ming said, "My master is a hermit, but he once said that he has entered a sect."

After Muyi heard it, he felt a little envious. He did not have the fortune to enter the sect, but master Lin Ming had already left his sect. He said, “Your master's cultivation must be very high if he leaves his sect to travel. He may have reached the limit of a high limit. Could he be on the xiantian stage? "

For Muyi, the xiantian stage was a very distant ideal. To a martial artist who was not a sect, let alone a xiantian stage, the stage above him was definitely more unimaginable.

Hearing Muyi's question, Lin Ming finally understood the old man's intentions. His interest in this so-called 'master' was very strong. His eyes were excited and full of excitement. He must be looking for an answer for his own cultivation. It was very difficult to train yourself, after all Muyi was very old; he might have reached his own limits.

Thinking of this, Lin Ming considered the memories of the elder's soul fragment. These memories, although there were some memories of martial arts cultivation, were incomplete. But it's not worth much, so it's easy to say a thing or two.

Lin Ming said, “I don't know what a limiting master is, but the master once said that the martial way is divided into two main parts. He is now thinking about the second part. "

“Oh? Which two parts? ” Muyi's eyes sparkle. He was afraid of missing a single word, because he knew that the opportunity to listen to the words of a learned senior was truly precious.

Qin Xingxuan's eyes were also bright, and she did not blink as she listened to Lin Ming with undivided attention.