High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late-Chapter 374 - 306: I’m Not Interested in Making Friends with the Dead; Time’s Up, the Dead Don’t Need to Know Too Much!

Chapter 374: Chapter 306: I’m Not Interested in Making Friends with the Dead; Time’s Up, the Dead Don’t Need to Know Too Much!

Jing He glanced towards their direction, the sky today was gray and hazy, the campus’s sensor lights lit up early, casting his shadow long.

He walked neither hurriedly nor slowly, his pace unhurriedly poised, it had been a long time since Jing He felt such peace and joy.

Time flies, more than twenty years have passed in a flash.

Jing He was once a prodigy in the eyes of the world, once unrivaled in fame, but the scenery at the peak is always appreciated only by a select few.

Jing He’s Martial Arts Realm had been stagnant at the Fourth Forging for over ten years, and he wasn’t willing to give up. To a proud Jing He, being merely slightly stronger than an ordinary Grandmaster without achieving the Fifth Forging was unacceptable.

"All these years, my pride... almost worn down."

"But fortunately, I didn’t give up!"

Jing He mocked himself, then his lips curved slightly upward.

He had always been waiting for an opportunity. Jing He was well aware that if the Martial Saint was willing, he would have every capability to help him progress further and break through to the Martial Arts Golden Body Fifth Forging.

It’s just that under the Overlord Blade Martial Saint Sect, there was not only Jing He.

So Jing He chose to take a different path, giving up on overseeing a martial arts hall, choosing instead to stay by the side of the Martial Saint’s close kin. Sima Jingshu was greatly favored by the Martial Saint, so back then, he chose to bet on the Fifth Madam.

Willing to serve that madwoman with a peerless visage.

Good things come to those who wait.

Eventually, he came across an opportunity.

In Jing He’s eyes, there was undisguisable joy, at this moment the Qi and Blood within him coiled like floods of dragons, condensing without dispersing, like numerous Blood Pills.

These were not the key, the biggest difference between the Fourth and Fifth Forging of the Martial Arts Golden Body lies in opening one of the Heaven and Earth Bridge, the Earth Bridge.

Once the Earth Bridge opens, the origin reveals itself!

The martial artist’s pursuit of martial arts is a constant excavation of the treasure trove of the human flesh, each training of the Martial Arts Golden Body brings the martial artist closer to Innate Perfection.

Upon completing the fifth upgrade training, quantity changes into quality, the invisible Earth Bridge connects to the heavens, enabling the martial artist to begin touching the Power of Origin.

Many martial prodigies, while still Sixth Level Martial Artists, can use Grandmaster Secret Techniques to draw upon some Power of Rules, while ordinary people can draw some upon advancing to Martial Arts Grandmaster, but it is merely drawing. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

When mastering the Power of Origin, however, it transitions from drawing to controlling.

The substantial difference between the two lies in their ease; mastering the Power of Origin dramatically enhances one’s understanding of the Power of Heaven and Earth in a short amount of time, a wonderful feeling.

With every breath, Jing He could feel the Power of Heaven and Earth slowly guiding into his body, with every breath, he could sense his Qi and Blood, strength, being cleansed and enhanced.

Even more marvelous is.

After the Earth Bridge connects to the heavens, Jing He could vaguely perceive the flow of the Rules of Heaven and Earth with his naked eyes, as if he had touched the origin of the world.

This feeling was as if he were a god descended into the human world, walking among men, lofty and above, able to overlook everything.

"The Fifth Forging, one more step to become a Titled Grandmaster..."

Jing He reached out to catch a flake of snow, coldly and arrogantly appreciating this pure yet fragile existence, and suddenly clenched his hand, shattering the snow into pieces.

"Anyone unable to touch the origin is nothing but an ant..."

"I can crush them at will!"

"Truly wonderful."

Jing He murmured in appreciation, then chuckled softly, knowing he owed his current touch of the Power of Origin to one person.

That person is Su Mu.

One couldn’t help but admit, Jing He felt some gratitude towards Su Mu.

If it hadn’t been for him killing the Sima father and son, the Fifth Madam wouldn’t have been so furious, losing her reason, and taking out that scroll of the Martial Saint Secret Technique.

Without that scroll of the Martial Saint Secret Technique, it would probably have taken him much longer to break through his shackles and reach his current state.

"Killing a Three Forging Grandmaster with one punch... but what garbage is Sima Lin."

Jing He had never thought highly of Sima Lin.

"As a token of gratitude, I will give you a swift end later."

Jing He felt a tinge of regret. Although Sima Lin was trash, being able to reverse slash a Three Forging Grandmaster as a Sixth Level Martial Artist is indeed an exceptional talent.

Just thinking about this, thinking about a prodigy of rare talent dying under his blade, Jing He couldn’t help but get excited.

At this moment, amidst the wind and snow, a figure walked leisurely towards him, leaving no trace on the snowy ground.

Snow-Stepping without a Trace!

This level of mastery over strength made Jing He exclaim softly.

"Such exquisite mastery of power, but what a pity."

Jing He looked up with a towering stance.

The first thing he saw was a pair of deep starry eyes, a tall and upright figure stepping forward from afar.

The visitor’s face was like a jade crown, handsome and spirited, with no strong aura, and an apron tied around, utterly ridiculous.

Feeling the gaze looking down on him, the tall figure’s eyes flickered, the last to look at him like that was just a few days ago.

That Sima Lin, who died without a complete body.

"The Eleventh of the Eighteen Masters of the Overlord Blade, Jing He?"

Jing He’s cold eyes disregarded him, then his gaze passed over the figure in front of him, landing on a distant building, speaking seemingly to himself.

"Go inside first, leave no one, bring their heads, that’s what the Fifth Madam wants to see."

"Yes."

A voice indistinguishable between male and female spoke from Jing He’s body, his elongated shadow blurred, and a gray figure split off, merging into the darkness, passing the tall figure, shooting towards the distant building.