Fang Yi's gaze left the Soul Society.
If Aizen were to become a player, he would likely directly ascend to the top five of the Power Rankings.
Looking across the entire Soul Reaper World, Aizen is also a top-tier combatant, the strongest genius nurtured over countless years. If he hadn't encountered Ichigo Kurosaki, favored by destiny, he might genuinely have achieved his goals.
Even so,
the players from One Piece and Naruto are not pushovers either; there's no shortage of geniuses restricted by their worlds.
Just like Orochimaru, according to his original destiny, he would eventually lose his conviction and become Sasuke Uchiha's guide, but now he has deviated from his original path.
Not only has he not lost his conviction, but he has become even more determined on his path to pursuing all jutsus.
"According to the Power Rankings' assessment, four-dimensional attributes, equipment, and skills are the standards that determine a player's strength."
Aizen, without becoming a player, already has nearly [2000] combat power.
Orochimaru, currently dominating the top spot, has [2900] combat power, but he has the advantages of equipment and various gems, enhancements, forging, and so on.
Once Aizen becomes a player, these gaps can be quickly bridged.
At that time,
a fierce battle for the top spot might erupt, but it's unclear who the final victor will be.
Meanwhile,
in the Low-Martial Qing Country, large steamships flying foreign flags were docked at the riverside pier.
"Master Huang, thanks to your generosity in spreading the [Foundation Establishment Body Tempering Method], we are able to make a living!"
"That's right, Master Huang is like our reborn parent!"
"From now on, all disciples under my command must bow and salute when they see Master Huang."
A group of martial artists in tight-fitting clothes sat around a round table, constantly praising Huang Feihong.
Some time ago,
Huang Feihong suddenly gathered all the leaders of the Guangzhou halls and publicly revealed a cultivation method he supposedly developed.
At this stage, no matter how strong a martial arts grandmaster was, they were still within the realm of external martial arts.
Golden Bell Shield, Iron Cloth Shirt, Shadowless Kick, Five Tigers Breaking Door Blade...
All were solid, hard-stance techniques that strengthened the physique, allowing one to smash thick wooden boards with a punch and dent steel plates.
But that was the limit.
However, the cultivation method Huang Feihong presented was like a divine intervention, a complete transformation as if enlightened by an immortal.
It directly broke through centuries of martial arts tradition in hard and external martial arts.
Internal cultivation methods!
Something out of a fantasy, it could gather blood essence and condense energy resembling airflow within the body.
It was like the kerosene and coal that powered the foreign devils' sturdy ships and powerful cannons.
It could greatly enhance external martial arts power, like installing a coal furnace within the body, burning like a raging inferno.
Some hall masters had already experimented with foreign guns.
At several zhang away, as long as a master who had cultivated internal energy was prepared, they could easily dodge or even catch bullets with their bare hands.
The shadow cast over these martial arts grandmasters by Western firearms immediately dissipated.
To these compliments,
Huang Feihong paid no heed, merely cupping his fists and saying, "Esteemed masters, I believe you all understand the authenticity of internal cultivation methods. Although they require certain bone structure and comprehension, they are a sharp weapon against the Westerners."
The internal cultivation method he spread
was already the easiest to cultivate. For example, he tried to teach his own cultivated [Nine Yang Divine Skill] to his disciples, but they simply couldn't learn it.
This was the drawback of a low-martial world; the origin was too weak, so the probability of top-tier cultivation aptitude appearing was lower.
What Huang Feihong wanted was to drive out the foreign invaders and revitalize the people of the country.
Naturally, he wouldn't spread advanced internal arts that were difficult to cultivate and impossible to popularize.
"That's right."
The Wu Hu Tang Master, a middle-aged man with grizzled whiskers, chuckled, "I showed off to those Westerners who practically had their noses in the air, and it completely stunned them. They actually agreed to give me a two-tenths profit share, which is simply unheard of."
Normally, those Westerners, relying on their sturdy ships and powerful cannons, didn't pay any mind to these hall masters.
Finally, they could hold their heads high.
"Me too."
"It's truly satisfying..."
The other hall masters echoed him, laughing heartily.
Seeing this, Huang Feihong smiled. Spreading low-level internal arts was indeed useful; at least it could prevent foreigners from bullying the Qing Country people anymore.
So,
he seized the lively atmosphere and spoke, "In the past, we tolerated foreigners trampling this land because the Qing Country was corrupt and muddle-headed, and its people were numb and uncaring!"
"We had no means to resist the foreigners, but now, internal cultivation methods can help us fight them!"
Huang Feihong's words were like a thousand pounds of pressure.
As soon as he finished, the entire room fell silent.
The hall masters who had just been complimenting him, their faces adorned with fawning smiles, the civilian rulers of several coastal towns, collectively sobered their expressions.
The leader of the Five Tigers Hall, smoking his pipe, stared at Huang Feihong with an unreadable gaze.
He said nothing.
Huang Feihong frowned, sensing the atmosphere was off, but still spoke, "Therefore, Huang humbly requests that all of you break free from the state of being enslaved by foreigners."
"Clean out those opium dens, the ferry boats selling common people to the West, the bandits who rob and plunder..."
"And restore a bright and clear sky to the Qing Country."
Still, silence.
The entire private dining room felt as if it were enveloped by the power of the Silence-Silence Fruit; even breathing was faint.
After the hall masters exchanged glances, the Wu Hu Tang Master raised his head and tentatively said, "Master Huang, although we now have internal energy to protect ourselves, the Westerners are not to be trifled with. If we truly stir things up, many people will die."
"Yes, Master Huang, it's already a huge step forward that we can make the Westerners wary."
"If we drive out the Westerners and close the opium dens and gambling houses, our hundreds of disciples in the halls will lose their livelihoods and starve to death."
The last hall master to speak had made his point very clear.
But Huang Feihong's expression remained unchanged as he said, "Without opium dens and gambling houses, I will find suitable places to establish factories and find ways to completely break free from the Westerners' shackles, developing industry. There will be plenty of ways to make a living then."
His words, however, did not elicit any response from the others.
There was even an ambiguous scoff from a corner.
Normally, they engaged in bullying, plundering the Qing Country's people, and operating opium dens and gambling houses, crying to the outside that they were coerced by Westerners.
But in reality, they only complained that the Westerners took too much profit. Now with internal cultivation methods, they had no fear of Westerners and could accumulate wealth without scruples.
So how could they possibly listen to Huang Feihong and go work like oxen and horses in factories?
"Master Huang, money should naturally be earned together."
The Wu Hu Tang Master cupped his hands, speaking righteously, "Master Huang, since you are so generous with your divine skill and teach it to us, we naturally will not betray your good intentions."
"From now on, a portion of all silver earned in the territory of my Five Tigers Hall will be delivered to the Po Chi Lam's table."
He looked at the other hall masters.
The hall masters immediately understood and, with a knowing look, also cupped their hands, willing to pay tribute to Huang Feihong.
Some sneered, thinking, "Isn't it just about money? Why put on such a grand facade?"
Anyway, with internal cultivation methods, the share they snatched from the Westerners was enough, so giving some to Huang Feihong was insignificant.
They were unwilling to fall out with Huang Feihong,
mainly because they were wary of whether he had any other secret divine skills up his sleeve.
"You..."
Huang Feihong's face turned ashen.
The nine hall masters present controlled the civilian forces of seven coastal towns. They usually flew the banner of saving the Qing Country, establishing halls, and gathering countless disciples.
They would occasionally shout slogans of national salvation.
But now, they revealed such ugly faces.
It was like a heavy blunt instrument
had struck Huang Feihong's chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.
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