The Supreme God of Martial Arts

"It's really troublesome,"

Austin commented. He couldn't help but shake his head as he was chased by a horde of cultivators.

At that time, his realm was suppressed to the Heavenly Grotto Realm.

However, his body was still strong because it had been tempered for thousands of times and had contained a terrifying amount of

energy.

For Austin, the people who were running after him were like ants. It was a piece of cake to deal with them.

"Well, forget it,"

he murmured. Austin decided not to kill them because it would not benefit him in any way. Then, he moved his body and left

immediately.

"What? Where is he?"

After searching for a few days and nights, the pursuers still had no clue about Austin's whereabouts. Shocked as they were, some

even doubted if they were actually having a dream.

As for Austin, he continued with his ascetic journey towards cultivation, and walked on the continent of the Flaming Moon World.

In the following year, he had encountered many chances when he felt like he could break through to a higher level. However,

taking things slow and steady was the whole meaning of this re-cultivating thing, so he always chose not to break through. Thanks

to the treasure Master Morphy lent him, Austin could postpone his breakthrough again and again successfully.

"My journey towards re-cultivation seems to be quite smooth. It seems like it is natural forto get to a higher level every now

and then,"

Austin murmured to himself.

He had a feeling that if he was willing to find a lot of treasures from heaven and earth and cultivate in seclusion, he would

definitely break through within a short period of time.

It would not take long before he returned to the Divine Realm.

'Well, | have mastered too many secret skills, and even a large number of divine skills. Compared to ordinary cultivators, | am like

an old monster who has learned all kinds of brilliant secret techniques in the world.

Moreover, my original realm is very high, which is the Divine Realm.

| have thoroughly experienced each step from the Heavenly Grotto Realm to the Divine Realm.

Besides, the cultivation base of my physical body, spiritual sense, law power, and so on are only temporarily sealed in my body.

Therefore, even though | gave up all my power to re-cultivate, | can return to my peak in an instant!

Then, the question is, what's the point of re-cultivation? Why did Master Peterson and Master Morphy askto do this?"

Austin contemplated while he sat on the ground cross-legged.

In the following years, he no longer cultivated. He restrained all his energy, sat still, and did not move even an inch.

Several years passed quickly.

As twent by, Austin's body had accumulated a thick layer of dust.

Many birds even jumped up and down on his head and shoulders.

By then, he looked completely like a mud sculpture.

Sbirds picked up grass seeds and dropped them on the mud layer on his body. The seeds gradually took root, sprouted, and

flourished naturally.

Around five years later, Austin's body was covered with grass. At that point in time, he looked like an old scarecrow.

He witnessed the cycle of life as he alternately observed the flowers bloom in the spring and wither in the winter. The world around

him went on its own rhythm as he sat motionless.

Occasionally, schildren would often cby to the mountains nearby to herd their cattle.

There were many villages in the surroundings where many ordinary mortals resided peacefully.

Many ordinary mortals there settled down to a life based on farming.

Snaughty kids often cto Austin's side to play. They even made him as their target to practice swordsmanship.

Sometimes, they would cut off the branches and stab him.

These children were from poor families. They had always dreamed that they would one day embark on the road of martial arts and

becdignified warriors.

Austin, of course, did not get angry with those children.

Among the kids who frequent there, there was a boy named Kenneth who never stabbed a branch at Austin.

Apart from that, he even persuaded the other children not to stick branches at Austin.

"Everything in the world has a spirit. Even the plants and the mud have a life of their own. This mud man has no enmity with you,

nor does he bear ill will. Why do you have to stab him like this?"

Kenneth always said those words to persuade his playmates not to hurt Austin.

However, they never listened to him.

"Ha-ha! Kenneth, | heard that your great grandfather was a senior official and your grandfather was a scholar.

Your father is a farmer and now you are a cattle boy.

| didn't expect you to inherit the mantle of your great grandfather and grandfather. You are such a weirdo!" one of the children

teased him.

"It's just a clay figure, Kenneth. You don't need to get crazy to protect it. What's wrong with you?"

All the children broke into a fit of laughter.

"There is karma in this world. If | protect it now, maybe one day it will keepsafe from harm,"

Kenneth retorted.

"Ha-ha! He is actually expecting a lifeless figure to protect him in the future! How ridiculous is that?"

The other children cackled even louder.

On the other hand, Kenneth's face turned red. He knew in his heart that he was right since he had learned everything from reading

books.

Those books were left by his great grandfather and grandfather.

Kenneth often said strange words that were unfamiliar to his playmates. As a result, he was sometimes bullied by other children.

‘Well, this kid is interesting, '

Austin wondered.

For ten whole years, Austin had sat cross-legged like a clay figure.

The stationary life made him feel peaceful. He never thought he would experience tranquility just by sitting still for a decade.