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It was early in the morning when the snow had just cleared. The morning sun shone brightly on the snow and ice, making them shine with a golden light.

As the weather cleared up, a hint of chilliness permeated the air. However, at this moment, the entire Imperial City was like a delicate machine that was operating in an orderly manner.

In the most remote corner of the northwest corner of the Imperial City, in a small courtyard, Hong Yu had gotten up early.

He opened the window and a cold wind flooded into the room, immediately clearing his mind.

Feeling that his condition had been perfectly adjusted, he rummaged through a dusty book box in the corner of the room for a while before taking out a thick book.

Looking at the few huge words written on the book's cover, 'Martial Scripture Index', a trace of reminiscence flashed across Hong Yu's face.

This was one of the few things her mother had left behind.

Over the years, whenever he thought of his mother, he would open the case and flip through the books.

Most of these books were poems, manuscripts, and biographies of famous people. However, there was an exception to this.

His father, the Celestial Emperor Hongwu, had deposed all three thousand foreign cultivators. He respected the orthodoxy of the martial way and ordered all martial arts experts in the world to gather and practice the《 Martial Scriptures》 together. He compiled all the martial arts techniques and abilities into books, bringing the total together to thirty-six thousand five hundred books.

However, because the content of the Martial Scriptures was too vast and was not easy to find, the Hongwu Heavenly Emperor rewrote the "Index of the Martial Scriptures" and classified the contents into different categories, creating a separate index to guide the people in flipping through the books.

Yesterday in the Upper Central Academy, he had been punished a thousand times by Young Master Fu Wei Zheng to copy the "Classic of Martial Arts" Index. Although it seemed like a casual punishment, it was actually extremely harsh and harsh.

36500 volumes of Martial Scriptures was definitely a huge number. Even if it was just an index, it was more than 10,000 words long.

To copy it a thousand times within three days, that was definitely a terrifying amount of work. Perhaps Hong Yu wouldn't be able to complete it within three days without rest.

Moreover, the Martial Scriptures were the most precious ancient scriptures of the Great Flood God. They only existed in the armory of the imperial palace. Even the《 Martial Scripture Index》 was hard to find. A lowly prince like Hong Yu simply could not get his hands on it.

Thankfully, he remembered that among his mother's relics was this secret that was kept secret by the imperial government.

Even though Zhang Xuan didn't know it, he didn't know why his lowly mother, who came from a Panda-like background, would possess such a treasure. However, the appearance of this book had indeed solved a big problem for him right now.

Previously in the class, he thought that Wei Zheng punishing him in such a way was a kindness to him.

However, upon closer examination, he felt that this was a deliberate act of him making things difficult for Chu Feng. His thoughts were extremely malicious and malicious.

As the crown prince's young master, Wei Zheng was Hong Yu's fourth brother, the crown prince's close servant. Every prince would only be the crown prince's enemy, seizing the opportunity, he would spare no effort to help the crown prince eliminate any enemies that blocked the throne!

Although Hong Yu's background wasn't that high, he was still the direct son of Celestial Emperor Hongwu and naturally had the possibility of seizing the throne. Wei Zheng had no reason to let him off.

On the page, faint golden veined patterns spread out, and like the rings of trees, they unceasingly circulated around the paper. Coupled with the paper's heavy and slightly yellowish historical feeling from the passage of time, it actually exuded a kind of special and rare feeling.

Hong Yu knew that this was the golden thread paper given to him by Sang Prefecture on the border of the Great Flood. It had always been a royal tribute for the royal family.

At the beginning of the title page, there were two vigorous words written in thick ink. As the words were reflected in his eyes, it looked grand and magnificent, and as it met his eyes, his gaze turned cold and his face turned serious.

"Stop?"

Hong Yu chewed on these two words, as if he wanted to engrave every line in his heart.

When father decided to be the sole ruler of the martial way, he once said, "A weapon that can defeat others without fighting, it's called True Martial." These words contained great profoundness and profound truths.

It was said that the entire Martial Scripture covered the profound mysteries of the art of killing and how to deal with enemies. However, in reality, it was one of the best great techniques in the world and was the proof of the great transcendence of the Dao of longevity. Although the index list of the martial arts scriptures was a separate book, it was actually the prelude to the martial arts scriptures. With the two words' Zhige 'at the beginning, it was not strange for people to know the true meaning of' Zhidangge '.

"However, from the looks of it, the handwriting itself is not simple. It has an air of righteousness and the person who wrote it should have a profound understanding of martial arts. How could Mother have such a precious thing?"

Hong Yu was constantly racking his brains, using the shallow knowledge he had in his belly to understand the profound meaning of the word 'stop'.

He continued to flip through the pages in his hands. A row of small words jumped into his sight and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Eight boards, eighty-four thousand cultivation method and martial skills, what kind of complete?" The Martial Scripture was like a complete book. It recorded all the external, internal, and magical skills in the world according to their ranks.

There were also the Mortal realm, the Spirit realm, the Tong Wu realm, the Martial Ancestor realm, the Little Martial Saint, the Great Martial Saint … What a detailed division of martial arts realm!

"Unfortunately, this is only the index of martial arts scriptures. If the main body of this book is here and I were to choose any of the thousands of martial arts techniques, I might truly become a top tier expert in this world."

A hint of excitement flashed across Hong Yu's face. He felt as if there was a mysterious door in front of his eyes. As he read the "Martial Scripture Index" bit by bit, it slowly opened towards him.

"According to this book, if a cultivator wanted to step into the martial way, they had to first learn external techniques, temper their muscles and bones, break through the skin refining, refine their bones, and change their blood."

After passing through the 4th level of the Mortal Martial Arts, through the Martial Arts Ceremony, one could let the Martial Arts Imprint enter the body and step into the Spirit realm. Through that, one could communicate with the Heaven and Earth Essence and gradually open up 108 big acupuncture points in the body.

A mighty warrior at the Tongwu realm was a martial arts expert who had attained the Golden Body without leakage. He could forage for three months without eating any fire or smoke. His body was strong and pure like a glass diamond! "As for the Martial Ancestor, Martial Saint, and Martial Saint, and even higher realms, those are the legends. They are not things that I can pry into."

Hong Yu was completely convinced by the contents of the "Martial Arts Book Index." While he was wandering, he was also constantly scheming his own path.

He wanted to leave the palace, this huge siege that left him gasping for breath. Then, only by participating in the inauguration ceremony after the new year and obtaining the martial arts imprint and becoming a powerful warrior in the Spirit realm could he request for orders from his father, the Hongwu Heavenly Emperor, to leave the Imperial Palace and build his family.

However, if one wanted to participate in the Martial Arts Entrance Ceremony, then one had to practice external martial arts to reach the realm of quenching the skin and tempering the bones, and exchanging it for the blood and marrow.

"Sigh, right now, I have already passed the best age for martial arts. Moreover, I don't have any external martial arts like Skin Strengthening or Bone Tempering, and I don't even have enough nutrition to train my body everyday. It's all a dream to eat a few meals a month …"

When he thought about his current situation, Hong Yu's face immediately turned gloomy.

The poor were rich in literature, and every powerful martial practitioner was made up of all sorts of resources.

Hong Yu's brothers and the other princes had been supported by their families since they were young. They spent a large amount of money to hire master teachers to guide them in their martial arts cultivation.

So, their martial cultivation progressed extremely fast. Very rarely did they reach the 4th level of the Mortal realm or the Marrow Creation Realm when they were 15 years old.

On the other hand, Hong Yu was not highly regarded by the Celestial Emperor Hong Wu, and was not supported by any external clan members, nor was there any support from any of the ministers.

Every month, if he wanted to eat a few mouthfuls of meat, it would be an extravagant dream. He would be a wondrous sight amongst princes, and he would have to suffer miserably.

With his current condition, if he said he wanted to step into the martial way of cultivation, others would laugh their teeth off if word got out.