Chapter 482: Chapter 430: Compiling the Spirit Realm ‘Martial Scripture’?

Next, it depends on what conditions Pei Xuanjing would propose. If the conditions are reasonable, it would indicate that the other party is willing to negotiate. However, if the other party deliberately proposes insurmountable conditions, it implies rejection.

Pei Xuanjing calmly asked, “I wonder if the two of you would be willing to share all of your sect’s internal skills?”

Um!

The countenances of the two changed. As they listened to Pei Xuanjing’s words, a hint of wariness flashed across their eyes.

What did it mean by presenting all their internal skills of the sect? It signified that they were being pushed into a corner, indicating their refusal.

It’s important to note that, for any religious sect, many of the skills they command are fundamental. Some of the secret teachings are only passed down to a select few from generation to generation.

These skill manuals are the most valuable assets of a sect. Should they be disclosed, it would mean nothing short of catastrophe.

Pei Xuanjing’s condition was something they couldn’t possibly agree to. Thus, it meant refusal.

“If Brother Pei is unwilling, let’s end it here. Why go to such lengths?” Zhao Baiyang suggested in displeasure.

Given Pei Xuanjing’s current strength, if the other party reneges on their initial agreement, they can’t say much. After all, with the other party’s strength, it’s not like they can force things.

But to demand their inherited skills, this was simply a joke.

Xue Wuheng also had a similar expression. Although he had given some skill manuals to Pei Xuanjing before, those were the ones plundered by the demonic cult over countless years, not core secrets. Hence, it wasn’t a big deal.

However, he naturally couldn’t easily reveal the many core skills of the demonic cult.

Given the current divine dynasty and the prospect of longevity—regardless of whether it’s verified—they couldn’t easily reveal their core skills. These skills were the foundation of their strength, and if they were known, they would inevitably be exposed.

Pei Xuanjing saw their reactions and understood that there had been some misunderstanding and they hadn’t grasped his intention.

He laughed and told them: “Please listen carefully to what I have to say.”

“Do you remember the Martial Academy?”

“The Martial Academy?”

Not only were they familiar with the Martial Academy, but every martial artist in the world also knew about it.

The Martial Academy, established by the first emperor, had touched the hearts of many, despite its decline.

Not only did Pei Xuanjing—the strongest martial artist in the world—train there, but it was also where he started his legendary journey. The “Martial Scripture”, compiled by the Martial Academy, had greatly benefited many ordinary martial artists and was considered their stepping-stone into cultivation.

Because of this, the first emperor, despite being assassinated, was revered by many martial artists and was posthumously dubbed Emperor Wuzong by the Great Ming imperial court.

Now hearing about the Martial Academy from Pei Xuanjing, a spark appeared in Zhao Baiyang’s eyes. He tentatively asked, “Brother Pei, are you planning to emulate Emperor Wuzong and also compile a ‘Martial Scripture’ for spiritual realm cultivators?”

He suddenly remembered from a few conversations he had had with Pei Xuanjing that the latter cared much for the world as well. Although he had conflicts with Emperor Wuzong, Pei Xuanjing seemed to support the former’s compilation of the ‘Martial Scripture’.

If this was the case, it made sense for Pei Xuanjing to emulate Emperor Wuzong and compile a Spirit Realm ‘Martial Scripture’ for all martial artists to practice.

Xue Wuheng’s eyes also twinkled. He hadn’t conversed much with Pei Xuanjing and hadn’t known about his ambitious aspirations. Upon hearing Zhao Baiyang’s words, he was secretly startled.

“If he succeeds, Pei Xuanjing would win the respect of the world’s martial artists and become an undisputed grandmaster of them all,” Xue Wuheng thought to himself, hiding his turbulent emotions behind a serene facade.

“Correct!” Pei Xuanjing nodded openly and said to the astonished duo, “and there’s more!”

“I intend to make all skills available to the public. Regardless of one’s origins, anyone who pays a certain price can practice all skills, allowing all martial artists to shine and avoid a mediocre life!”

That was Pei Xuanjing’s real intention. He wanted to play the role of the supreme leader of all immortals, the ancestor of all cultivation paths. He wanted all martial artists in the world to have access to cultivation methods, allowing them to demonstrate their talent.

He wanted to pave the way for all living beings, using every spark of wisdom as fuel for his cultivation path.

Two heads are better than one. Only when there are a sufficient number of strong cultivators in this world can they ignite the spark of cultivation and open more paths, allowing Pei Xuanjing to gain insights and profit enormously.

Whoosh!

The two were shaken, deeply moved by Pei Xuanjing’s words.

Even though they had just guessed that Pei Xuanjing aimed to emulate Emperor Wuzong by compiling the Spirit Realm ‘Martial Scripture’, they were shocked but could accept it.

But after listening to Pei Xuanjing’s intention to make all the skill manuals public for all martial artists to learn, they were unable to maintain their previous composure.

From their perspective, the cultivation techniques they practiced, the product of endless efforts of their ancestors, were invaluable. They were the basis of their sects’ existence.

Now, the idea of spreading these skills was almost shocking and hard for them to accept.

After all, compiling the Spirit Realm skill manual and disclosing one’s cultivation skills were two completely different concepts.

The former involves skill compilations that reflect personal cultivation knowledge but don’t influence oneself. In contrast, disclosing one’s own skills is equivalent to revealing one’s origin, which is a deviation from the normal path.

“Brother Pei, this…” Zhao Baiyang didn’t know what to say.

Even though he was an enlightened individual, he found it difficult to accept Pei Xuanjing’s deviant idea.

He had thought of breaking the monolithic power of the established forces to make room for later generations.

However, he had never contemplated spreading his Mire Sect and his personal cultivation skills throughout the world, making them accessible to all martial artists. It was simply beyond imagination.

Xue Wuheng felt the same. Although the three factions of Buddha, Dao, and Demon often spread some skills to attract potential disciples, they had never thought about spreading their secret teachings to everyone, making them ubiquitous.

The two were astonished and found it hard to accept Pei Xuanjing’s idea.