Chapter 41 Only Him

This piece of news on the Martial Arts Official Website caused countless martial artists to seethe with excitement. They flooded the website with comments and engaged in endless discussions, offering a myriad of different theories.

Some speculated that he might have "passed away" due to an internal power struggle. After all, partisan politics in the Black Eagle Nation were well known.

Others believed he had been assassinated by enemies. Over the years, the Black Eagle Nation had consistently prioritized suppression and plunder during its development, frequently seizing resources from other countries. This had deeply offended quite a few nations, naturally making enemies on all fronts and attracting no shortage of secret watchers. The moment any trouble struck the Black Eagle Nation, its enemies would inevitably bare their fangs.

Still, others guessed that the matter involved other high-ranking figures, prompting an emergency suppression of the news.

Such speculations varied widely...

"Could it be him?"

"It must be! Although it's hard to believe, he is the only one!"

Chen Xian murmured inwardly. When he saw the news on the Martial Arts Official Website, a sudden intuition struck him.

That intuition told him this matter was likely connected to Old Zhang. Although he had no evidence to support this notion, his heart inexplicably affirmed it nonetheless.

In Chen Xian's view, the mere fact that this news appeared on the Martial Arts Official Website while leaving the regular internet completely devoid of any information was already extraordinary. At the very least, if the senator had passed away from natural causes, the news wouldn't be restricted solely to the martial arts portal; it would instead be flying wildly across the headlines.

The unusual actions of the Black Eagle Nation, combined with what Old Zhang had said a few days ago, somehow led Chen Xian to link the two together.

"An ancestral classic was stolen, and I'm here to demand an explanation..."

Old Zhang's words from that day echoed in his mind one by one. Although it was hard to believe that the old man carrying a hoe was the renowned martial arts myth...

After all, in his memory, the rare occasions when that martial arts myth appeared in public were always marked by a purple Taoist robe, a purple-gold crown, a horsetail whisk in hand, and the ethereal bearing of an otherworldly master—someone who instantly looked like an enlightened sage.

It was no wonder that when they met in the park, he failed to associate him with that martial arts myth for a moment. The gap between the two images was simply too vast.

"It seems I still underestimated the terrifying power of a God-Refining Martial Artist. I never expected that even with such extreme caution, they would still manage to track someone down right to their doorstep. This is truly..."

"Speaking of ancestral classics, the *Dragon-Tiger Pellet Scripture* can also be considered an ancestral classic."

"As for the surname Zhang, there might be many who bear it in Jiangzhou, but the most famous bearers of this surname reside on Mount Dragon-Tiger."

"Looked at this way, the old man's identity practically reveals itself."

At this thought, Chen Xian could not help but reveal a wry smile. In truth, the other party had not deliberately hidden his identity in the park; it was simply that Chen Xian had failed to make the connection in the heat of the moment. After all, it was difficult to associate an old man carrying a hoe with a legendary martial arts myth.

It appeared that the outside world's historical records regarding the abilities of God-Refining Martial Artists were mere conjectures. Just what capabilities such a master truly possessed was likely a well-kept secret with very few authentic accounts left in the world. Whatever had been passed down to the outside public was probably only what the martial arts myths wished for them to know. As for how many hidden abilities they truly possessed that they preferred to keep concealed, perhaps only they themselves knew.

That day, the Old Celestial Master's appearance in the park was probably not without reason. The most likely explanation was that he had come specifically for Chen Xian. After all, the technique he was currently cultivating was none other than the core inheritance of the Celestial Master Mansion—the *Dragon-Tiger Pellet Scripture*.

"However, what did the Old Celestial Master mean by this? Could it be that he only came specifically to lecture on some martial arts secrets?" Chen Xian wondered, feeling somewhat perplexed as he recalled the Old Celestial Master's actions in the park.

From his perspective, since he was practicing the core inheritance of Mount Dragon-Tiger, the Old Celestial Master coming after him would logically be to reclaim the stolen heritage. Yet he never expected the Old Celestial Master not to mention the matter at all, acting as if he had completely forgotten about it. Instead, the master had imparted extremely precious martial arts secrets to him, which left Chen Xian somewhat baffled and unable to fathom the senior's true intentions.

Although all of this was realized in hindsight and only occurred to him now...

After pondering for a long time without result, Chen Xian decided to stop dwelling on the matter.

God-Refining Martial Artists acted in unfathomable ways; trying to guess their motives at his current level would yield few answers. Regardless, for him, this was a good thing. In the past, whenever he practiced the *Dragon-Tiger Pellet Scripture*, he always had a lingering sense of insecurity, but now things were different. Since the Old Celestial Master knew about it and chose not to pursue the matter, didn't that imply the master tacitly approved of his cultivation of this art?

With this thought, Chen Xian felt a weight lift from his heart, as if a heavy shackle had been cast off. His entire spirit instantly became much more agile and clear.

"Right now, the most important thing is to comprehend the nature of heaven and earth, grasp the divine intent, and integrate that divine intent into my fists."

"Everything else can wait."

"I only hope this trip to Wheat Mountain yields some results."

At this thought, Chen Xian let out a soft sigh of emotion. In his view, a martial arts myth had indeed reached the ultimate realm of existence—a domain temporarily beyond his reach. Therefore, pondering these matters now was still far too premature. Once he reached that realm himself, today's puzzles and doubts would naturally be resolved without effort.

In the early hours of the next morning, the morning sun rose from the east. Even across this snow-covered landscape, one could still sense the burgeoning vitality nurtured beneath the rays of that great sun.

To Chen Xian, the night had passed quickly and peacefully. After packing everything he needed, Chen Xian embarked on his mountain-climbing journey.

Although Wheat Mountain was a famous scenic spot in Suzhou, during this particular season—especially over these few days—everyone was busy visiting relatives, and very few people came here for tourism.

Standing at the foot of Wheat Mountain, Chen Xian raised his head to gaze up at the uniquely shaped peak. Wheat Mountain earned its name simply because one of its cliffs stood abrupt and solitary, thrusting straight up from the ground like a farmer's haystack; hence, it was called Wheat Mountain.