Super Martial Saint
Author: Lang Tu Bien Thanh
Chapter 1: Prologue.
Translated by: truongcaca
Source: Me Truyen
In a primeval forest at the foot of Mount Tai.
Because the area was covered in methane gas year-round, very few people ventured here, as it was truly unsuitable for human habitation.
Yet, it was precisely in this place that a child was undergoing trials far beyond his age.
— Vu Thien, straighten your legs and waist, extend your arms, and hold your head high.
A child with a delicate face was practicing fist techniques and leg techniques in a clearing. Standing to his left and right were two middle-aged men, meticulously instructing the child named Vu Thien.
— Third Uncle, Fourth Uncle, Tian'er is so tired. Can I rest for a bit? Soon, Eldest Uncle still has to teach me the lightness skill 'Divine Movement Ghost Steps'.
The child seemed utterly exhausted, hastily pleading for leniency from the two men addressed as Third Uncle and Fourth Uncle…
— Stand tall with your arms crossed, jump forward with both feet, do not bend your knees, use strong force, maximize your body's upward thrust, and do not let your body sink. Good! Keep doing that, jump back and forth one hundred times!
Looking at the child named Vu Thien again, one could see heavy iron plates tied to his thighs and two large sandbags strapped to his waist. Sweat poured down his forehead like rain.
— Eldest Uncle, can I just jump fifty times? Fifth Uncle is still waiting to teach me the 'Vu Family Battle Qi'.
Although Vu Thien was extremely tired, he continued to train without pause, sweat still streaming down his forehead. He understood the temperaments of his six uncles all too well; while they were kind to him when he wasn't training, if he dared to be lazy or perfunctory during practice, they would immediately punish him severely.
— Tian'er, the 'Vu Family Battle Qi' is profound and extensive. It possesses five levels of cultivation. If you train to the first level, you will be able to 'Grasp Objects from Afar,' a feat even renowned masters can achieve. The second level allows you to create a defensive shield, one that can resist all blades, spears, and myriad weapons. The third level enables you to generate a qi field, allowing you to attack others when enraged. The fourth level grants control over all things, allowing you to pull people towards you and then do as you please. The fifth level allows your gaze to kill, capable of slaying people when you are enraged. Although, to this day, apart from our Vu Family's Old Ancestor who cultivated to the fifth level, no one else has even reached the fourth level, you must absolutely believe that such a divine art exists. Remember, your innate talent is that of a martial arts prodigy, so I believe you can certainly achieve this and bring glorious accomplishments to our Vu Family.
It wasn't until the middle-aged man had rambled on for half the day that Vu Thien finally called out:
— Fifth Uncle, I know, I've heard these words from you no less than a hundred times. How long do I have to practice breathing in and exhaling today before I can go find Second Uncle to learn acupuncture, massage, and acupoint striking?
— Don't be in a hurry, Tian'er. Our Vu Family painstakingly found a place with such qi. Although the air here is said to be harmful to ordinary people, for those who practice martial arts like you, especially the divine art 'Vu Family Battle Qi,' it offers immense assistance. So, try to practice a bit more.
Second Uncle appeared to be negotiating with Vu Thien, but his tone was more like a command…
"Tian'er, a doctor's foundation must be compassion. Only with a broad and generous heart can one help others alleviate their suffering. Therefore, Second Uncle demands that in the future, no matter what situation you face, even if one day you wish to kill hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of people, you must never forget the kindness deep within your heart. Can you do that?"
Wu Tian looked at the person before him, who was using his body as a model, inserting acupuncture needles all over him, and replied:
"Second Uncle, Tian'er will certainly remember your words."
Finally, it was time for Wu Tian to relax. That was when he went before the person called Sixth Uncle, who had lost both his legs, to listen to him impart cultural knowledge.
Don't let Sixth Uncle's crippled legs fool you; when it came to astronomy, geography, famous people, and other tales, there was nothing he didn't know. Wu Tian's Sixth Uncle was truly a great scholar knowledgeable in ancient lore. However, he didn't teach any divine martial arts. He only wanted to impart to Wu Tian knowledge worth preserving for generations.
Afterward, a kind-looking woman, holding a bowl of fragrant rice, placed it on the table in front of Wu Tian and said:
"Tian'er, are you hungry? If you are, eat quickly..."
"Thank you, Nanny!"
Wu Tian politely called out to the middle-aged woman, then immediately began his great mission of devouring the rice.
Nanny Li Di, seeing Wu Tian so young yet enduring so much arduous training in a single day, couldn't help but gently touch his head, softly saying in her heart:
"Oh, Tian'er, you've suffered so much. But we have no other choice. We only hope that in the future you can live well, and that one day you can avenge the deep blood feud of the Wu family. You must learn everything..."
Day after day, in the blink of an eye, Wu Tian was already twelve years old.
However, during that year, the six uncles and Nanny Li Di all simultaneously contracted a strange illness and passed away, leaving Wu Tian all alone.
In his hand, Wu Tian held a brocade pouch that Nanny Li Di had given him before she died. Recalling Nanny's words, Wu Tian knelt before the graves of the seven people.
"Nanny and six uncles, Tian'er has remembered everything. Rest assured, from today onwards, I will not stay in this place anymore. I will listen to you and find a place closer to people to continue my training. Please rest assured."
Because the air in this place contained a lot of methane gas, which was beneficial in small amounts, but if inhaled daily, it would no longer be good for the human body. Therefore, the uncles feared that after their deaths, Wu Tian might one day be poisoned and unable to cure himself, which is why they asked him to leave this place.
Thus, Wu Tian finally had to leave the place where he had lived for many years. He went to an open area tens of kilometers from the foot of Mount Tai, temporarily built two thatched huts, and continued his pursuit of martial arts research.
Winter turned to spring, leaves fell, and new grass sprouted. Another five years passed, and Wu Tian had now become a seventeen-year-old young man.