Realm-Hopping Martial Master-Chapter 455 - 276: Slay All the Evil Spirits! I am the Only God of Xuanxing! (Seeking Monthly Votes, Seeking Subscriptions)

Chapter 455: Chapter 276: Slay All the Evil Spirits! I am the Only God of Xuanxing! (Seeking Monthly Votes, Seeking Subscriptions)

The sky-floating train, originating from the highest peak, rapidly cut through the air along its track, the wind whistling fiercely.

Chen Yihan sat in his seat, somewhat lost in thought.

Beside him, Zeng Yue was busily searching on her phone for the talent classifications of the Martial Arts Foundation.

"Yihan, look, the Martial Arts Foundation’s talent classification ranges from C-level to S-level. C-level means the talent is expected to reach the Martial Arts Third Realm by college graduation. That’s the grant you received. B-level contracts provide resources to talents, enabling them to possess the strength of the Martial Arts Fourth Realm when they graduate after four years in a martial arts university. And so on, A-level is the Martial Arts Fifth Realm, and S-level is even the Martial Arts Sixth Realm!"

"The review process for each level is extremely strict. Even city managers can’t upgrade talent contract levels on their own; it all has to be reported up the chain. For instance, a B-level talent contract requires provincial approval, and A-level or higher even needs to be recorded at headquarters."

"That young man looked only a little older than us. Could he really be a city’s manager? Even if he was, he isn’t from our city, so how could we contact him? It’s cast-iron proof! He just ran off quickly; otherwise, he wouldn’t have known where to hide his face."

"Alright, don’t overthink it. Let’s go to Jiangnan Academy first, then to East Sea Academy, and take a look at the heroic figures of the real Martial Artists in the coastal forces! It will definitely be good for honing your martial will!"

Wrapping her arms around Chen Yihan’s, Zeng Yue shook it again and again, just as she finished speaking.

Suddenly, a burst of noise erupted throughout the entire sky-floating train. The source of the noise appeared to be very distant, but it was getting closer and closer, like a tidal wave, gradually reaching their carriage as the voices became clearer and clearer:

"DAMN! I encountered followers of the Thunder God causing trouble today. How long has it been, two hours? Jiang Wushen went directly to the West and slew the Thunder God!"

"The news has been confirmed! They even captured images of Jiang Wushen’s figure! It’s a pity there’s no video; otherwise, we could have watched it over and over again. Watching Jiang Wushen fight is truly an ultimate pleasure. His understanding of power is far beyond what we comprehend."

"Of course! All the various martial arts general outlines we practice nowadays were created by Jiang Wushen. Some of the martial arts practiced by students, like ’Everyone is like a dragon,’ are terrifying. The stronger the belief and the deeper the understanding, the faster the advancement."

"This is truly the great era of Martial Arts. If only there were no invasions from powerful cosmic beings."

"I think with Jiang Wushen around, we don’t need to worry too much. We just need to focus on increasing our own strength. Most of the current Martial Arts powerhouses have already joined the army, honing themselves by fighting Mutant Beasts. Who knows, in the future, they might be able to fight those powerful cosmic beings."

"True, Wang Tianren has also broken through his realm and has now reached the Divine Breath Realm. One more step forward, and he will be able to fight those divine consciousness entities."

"When it comes to talent, truly no one can compare to Jiang Wushen. S-level in the Martial Arts Foundation’s talent classification is already matchless and extremely rare, but if his talent were to be classified, it would be at least SSS-level."

"It’s beyond imagining how Jiang Wushen cultivates. Our teachers have said that according to records, when Jiang Wushen first started practicing Martial Arts, before even stepping into the Martial Arts First Realm, he could already enter deep sleep. Such a strong state of mind is simply not something a seventeen-year-old should possess!"

"It’s unimaginable, incomprehensible, beyond discussion!"

Normally, the sky-floating train was very quiet. Passenger exchanges were done in hushed tones, and those using phones or computers to watch videos invariably wore earphones.

But at this moment, the news about Jiang Wushen was too shocking!

Almost everyone was standing up, talking and turning to congratulate each other.

Since the great worldwide upheaval and the invasion of powerful cosmic beings, contact between the East and West had grown increasingly scarce.

By now, the West had been completely occupied by divine beings, and all its people were sacrificing themselves in worship of these deities.

The civilizations of old were largely fractured. Some cities had even lost internet connectivity.

All the people were immersed in daily cultivation, kneeling, and worship.

To the many passengers in the carriage, Jiang Wushen stepping into the West and slaying the Thunder God was not the end, but the beginning!

Having made a move, how could he slay only one deity!

Everyone was sharing their joy, some constantly refreshing their internet feeds, eager for the latest news.

"No wonder our school’s teachers and seniors say that ’Martial God’ is not just a realm but a title exclusive to Jiang Wushen. Yihan, do you think it’s possible that the officials at the highest peak reported the latest situation with the Thunder God’s followers, Jiang Wushen heard it, and, unable to contain his rage, went straight to the West and slew the Thunder God with a single strike!"

"You know what? I think that might actually be what happened! I’m a genius!"

Zeng Yue also jumped up upon hearing the news. Although she wasn’t passionate about Martial Arts, it didn’t mean she didn’t idolize Jiang Shu.

Yet at this moment, she didn’t notice that beside her, Chen Yihan’s pupils were continuously dilating. On his phone screen was a picture of Jiang Wushen in the West, breaking through dark clouds.

The clothes on the figure were strikingly familiar to him.

In an instant, the events of the past ten or so days flashed through his mind, unspooling like a fast-forwarded movie, every piece falling into place.