Li Yuanqing was already an Innate Martial Artist in the Muscle Training Realm. Li Shiran, being a girl, cultivated at a slightly slower pace and was currently still practicing Muscle Training.
Moreover, at Li Changâanâs request,
the two of them often displayed their talent and strength.
Li Yuanqing, who had stepped into the Muscle Training Innate Realm at such a young age, was especially known throughout the Imperial Court as the Little Martial Immortal.
Whether to the Royal Family, the common people, or the court officials, Li Yuanqing was considered a rare super-genius.
His fame had always been immense.
If not for the fact that Li Yuanqingâs birth mother was a maid and her side of the family had no influence, some people might have even wanted Li Yuanqing to replace Li Changâan as the Crown Prince.
At this moment, the three siblings entered the courtyard.
Li Changâan closed the door, looked at Li Yuanqing, and asked, "Yuanqing, how are things going with the martial arts tournament?"
Li Yuanqing nodded and said, "I pleaded with Father, but he didnât agree. Then I went to Phoenix Perch Palace to plead with the Empress. She also disagreed at first, but once she found out it was your idea, Big Brother, she already had someone see to it!"
Li Changâan was still young and didnât hold much power. Coupled with his sensitive status, there were many things he couldnât handle personally.
Therefore, over the years, he had been secretly arranging matters through Li Yuanqing and Li Shiran.
At present, the most important matter for Li Changâan was to gather information about the Child of Destiny.
Because this matter was so monumentally important, Li Changâan took care of it personally.
One day, Li Changâan claimed he had a nightmare about a mysterious, black-haired youth who meant him harm, and he told his mother about it.
Adopting a âbetter safe than sorryâ attitude, the Empress immediately sent people to secretly search for this so-called mysterious, black-haired youth.
But Li Changâan himself held out no hope for this endeavor.
The information he had on the Child of Destiny so far was pitifully scarce.
There were only three clues: black-haired, an orphan, and young.
The fact that he was an orphan couldnât really be counted.
Because itâs not like the person would have that word written on their forehead.
In other words, the only truly useful clues were "black-haired" and "young."
Although the Great Zhou Territory wasnât the largest among the twelve nations, it was by no means small, its lands stretching for a thousand li, with a population in the tens of millions.
Finding a black-haired youth among so many people was no different from finding a needle in a haystack.
Thus, Li Changâan had only made a casual arrangement.
He was more focused on establishing the martial arts tournament. Only at such a tournament could he be confident that the black-haired youth would most likely appear.
But this time, Li Changâan didnât want to be the one to stick his neck out.
He planned to have Li Yuanqing take the lead in organizing the martial arts tournament, while he himself would hide in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to deal a fatal blow.
A lion uses its full strength even when hunting a rabbit. Moreover, what Li Changâan was dealing with was no rabbit, but the Child of Destiny, favored by the World Consciousness.
No matter how advantageous the situation might appear, he absolutely could not let his guard down in the slightest.
Otherwise, the tables could be turned in an instant.
Li Yuanqing would host the martial arts tournament.
With his strength, he shouldnât have any rivals within the Capital City.
After making a name for himself in Kyoto,
he would then expand his reach to the Jianghu, continuing to hold martial arts tournaments.
And see if that black-haired youth would show up as expected this time.
Thatâs right. Li Changâan was preparing to follow the script provided by the Rebirth Mark and let the plot play out again. But he wouldnât be the protagonist; instead, he would hide behind the scenes and be the hidden hand pulling the strings.
After learning that the matter was being arranged, Li Changâan nodded in satisfaction. He then gave the two of them some pointers on their Martial Arts Techniques before sending them away.
After so many years of diligent cultivation,
Li Changâan was now a Martial Saint in the Bone Marrow Refining Realm. Keep in mind, he was only eight years old. He had basically reached the pinnacle of the Martial Dao. If word of this got out, it would likely shock the world.
Yet Li Changâan himself didnât find it particularly incredible.
On the contrary, he was actually somewhat dissatisfied with his current cultivation speed.
After all, he had cultivated the Martial Scripture once in his previous life and had accumulated a great deal of related cultivation experience.
While the Cultivation Method for the Martial Dao in this life differed slightly in its details from his last one, the fundamental principles were still the same.
Now that he was cultivating again, Li Changâan was naturally treading a familiar path.
The problem was that Li Changâanâs current physical age was simply too young. His cultivation speed had already reached the absolute limit his body could endure.
Moreover, the cultivation in this life was also more meticulous than in his previous one.
As a result, Li Changâan was currently still at the Martial Saint Realm.
If it were purely a matter of understanding the Martial Dao, Li Changâan could probably be considered to be at the Martial God Realm. Therefore, his current cultivation, aside from increasing his qi and blood, was focused on researching this worldâs Immortal Skill.
Immortal Skill was a Cultivation System unique to the Jiuzhou Continent.
Li Changâan had wheedled and pestered Li Lin into teaching him some related knowledge, but Li Lin had not passed on the complete knowledge to Li Changâan.
Li Linâs explanation for this was that you have to eat your food one bite at a time and walk your path one step at a time; one had to reach the peak of the Martial God Realm before they could learn true Immortal Skill.
Before that point, no matter how much Li Changâan beat around the bush, Li Linâs attitude was to remain tight-lipped.
âNo, it wasnât necessarily that he refused to answer.â
Li Changâan even suspected that Li Lin himself didnât know.
Because based on his understanding, Li Lin seemed to be one step away from the true peak of the Martial God Realm.