Realm-Hopping Martial Master-Chapter 446 - 272: I am Jiang Shu, Waiting for You Here (Seeking Monthly Votes, Subscriptions)

Chapter 446: Chapter 272: I am Jiang Shu, Waiting for You Here (Seeking Monthly Votes, Subscriptions)

For all Martial Artists, Jiang Wushen is like the sun in the sky, resplendent and impossible to look at directly.

The more handsome a guy, the less daring he is to imitate Jiang Wushen.

Because imitating Jiang Wushen not only fails to add to their charm but also results in a poor imitation—a dog instead of a tiger.

Even their own handsomeness pales in comparison under the influence of Jiang Wushen, appearing clownish and clumsy.

In the realm of long hair and ancient costumes, Jiang Wushen reigns supreme, unparalleled. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Zeng Yue shook her head. Her gaze slid past Jiang Shu, and she quite naturally took Chen Yihan’s arm.

"You, you’re just too impulsive," she said.

Seeing Zeng Yue’s expression, Chen Yihan knew that long-haired guy was probably like some of the students at the Martial Arts University who tried to imitate Jiang Wushen. She couldn’t help shaking her head and said, "Next time, I won’t help you. Maybe he’s just passionate about Martial Arts and admires Jiang Wushen. I could see the disappointment in your eyes from several meters away."

"It’s just that he didn’t notice. If he did, he would be so heartbroken."

"Not listening, not listening—it’s all just nonsense! Let’s go, let’s go, food first!"

Tilting her head back and sticking her tongue out, Zeng Yue shook her head playfully and led Chen Yihan directly to a nearby restaurant. They ate and drank heartily, filling themselves with enough energy before settling the bill and taking a taxi to the foot of the highest peak.

As the vehicle sped along through the wide-open landscape, Zeng Yue took out her phone and snapped pictures frantically, her face flushed red by the wind as she shouted wildly.

"You should save some energy! Don’t climb just a little and then find you can’t continue. There can be altitude sickness here. Even though you’re at the first realm of Martial Arts, with strong qi and blood, you’re still not at the Martial Arts Third Realm. Your strength hasn’t yet permeated your organs, yet you dare to be so reckless. We agreed, right? If you collapse up there, I’m not carrying you."

Adjusting her breathing in the back seat, Chen Yihan brought herself to her optimal state.

Zeng Yue was just accompanying her; it really didn’t matter to Zeng Yue whether she reached the highest peak or not.

But she was different. This time, she was here to temper her Martial Arts resolve. She would climb as high as possible!

Without any equipment, Chen Yihan and Zeng Yue finally stood at the foot of the highest peak. Looking upward, they increasingly felt the vastness of heaven and earth, and their own insignificance.

The highest peak, over 10,000 meters tall, stood as a snow-capped monolith, piercing the heavens.

Day and night, Martial Artists came here to climb and forge their willpower.

Before this highest peak, ordinary Martial Artists of the first and second realms of Martial Arts were as powerless and insignificant as common people.

Even those at the Martial Arts Third Realm might take considerable time to gradually reach the summit.

Zeng Yue was prepared. Seeing a young man who looked like he had summoned his courage to approach them, she stepped in front of Chen Yihan and said without hesitation, "Sorry, not interested. We both have boyfriends, and they’ll be here shortly." Only after the young man left did she add, "See? I am of some use. Let’s go, time to climb the mountain!"

Looking at the somewhat spirited Zeng Yue, Chen Yihan smiled, her eyes sparkling with charm. Then, as if sensing several gazes upon them, her brows furrowed, her sword-like eyebrows standing out sharply.

"Let’s go."

Once they started climbing, Chen Yihan seemed to transform into a different person. She fell silent. In her mind, only a series of images played out.

Junior and senior high school playgrounds, students practicing stances to strengthen their qi and blood.

The Martial Arts University, Martial Artists sparring to enhance their combat skills.

The Pacific Ocean, enlisting in the military to serve the country, valiantly slaying Mutant Beasts.

She knew well that the current peace in the Xia Country, seemingly prosperous and tranquil, was actually like a temporarily calm sea.

Beneath the surface, Mutant Beasts posed minor threats, while the potential invasion by powerhouses from the Universe loomed large.

The current stability was achieved through the overwhelming might of Jiang Wushen.

But the future still depended on them, the Martial Artists!

Otherwise, wouldn’t they be failing to live up to Jiang Wushen’s hopes?

All People Like Dragons!

If they couldn’t even support a country, a planet, how could they speak of All People Like Dragons?!

Chen Yihan’s conviction grew increasingly firm. She moved her limbs, resisting the cold, her every breath following the rhythm of the "Everyone is like a dragon" Fist. Meanwhile, Zeng Yue was clearly faltering, having expended too much energy earlier and being only at the first realm of Martial Arts.

Amidst the vast snow, Zeng Yue’s labored breathing finally caught Chen Yihan’s attention. Looking at Zeng Yue gritting her teeth, a warmth spread through Chen Yihan’s heart as she said, "If you can’t go any further, just stop here."

Her companionship had been more than enough up to this point.

The path ahead was one she had to walk alone.

"Then... Yihan, be careful. If you can’t hold on, come back down. I’ll wait for you here."

Catching her breath and feeling a bit embarrassed, Zeng Yue lowered her head and found a spot to rest. After a while, she looked up to see Chen Yihan climbing higher and higher. However, just as she watched her childhood best friend’s figure shrink in the distance and was about to rest properly, a familiar silhouette walked past her.

It was the long-haired young man who imitated Jiang Wushen.

Remembering what Chen Yihan had told her when they got out of the taxi, Zeng Yue perked up, straightened her posture, and waved, calling out, "Keep going, young man!"

"Thank you."

Smiling back over his shoulder, Jiang Shu continued his slow, deliberate advance. Each step was exceptionally slow yet incredibly steady. His spiritual power extended for a thousand li around him, perceiving every icicle, every pebble.

He, of course, had a vivid impression of Chen Yihan and Zeng Yue.

He had thought it was merely a chance encounter, that their paths would cross but once.

He hadn’t expected to meet them again.

A stream of spiritual power, mingled with Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, slowly enveloped Zeng Yue, gently helping her recover her energy.

Jiang Shu continued his ascent.

Strange, why do I feel a bit lighter after saying that? Should I try to go a few hundred meters further? I could surprise Yihan when she comes back. That way, she won’t always say I’m impulsive and lack patience.