[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-high-martial-arts-across-two-worlds":3,"chapter-high-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-high-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-chapter-58":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","High Martial Arts Across Two Worlds",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2361029,4616,"Chapter 58: Does Your Country Have History?","high-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-chapter-58",58,"\u003Cp>Most of the big shots in the World Conference WeChat group had little understanding of Chinese culture and had no idea who Confucius was, let alone guess what the Confucius Holy Academy was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Yanagio Ichiro, head of the Izumo Society who had some knowledge of Chinese history, and Li Weiguo, who was himself Chinese, could guess that the Confucius Holy Academy must be connected to Confucius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Weiguo sent Cang Luo a private message, saying that if it was important information, he shouldn’t post it in the group but send it directly to Fenglinhuoshan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo thought for a moment—was this really important information?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Cang Luo continued typing: “Earlier I said the Yuanwu Continent and Earth were likely parallel worlds with identical histories before 476 BC. Now I’ve finally found some evidence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Confucius Holy Academy here is an Emperor-grade martial sect, extremely powerful, second only to the royal family of Chu State, founded by descendants of Confucius on the Yuanwu Continent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I suspect they share the same ancestral roots as Confucius’s descendants on Earth—they are relatives, and extremely close blood relatives.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Cang Luo sent this message, the WeChat group fell silent. Leaders unfamiliar with Chinese history immediately ordered their subordinates to search for all information about Confucius and analyze the hidden significance in Cang Luo’s message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After more than ten minutes, leaders from all countries reached the same conclusion: the existence of the Confucius Holy Academy benefits China but harms them—it is a threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earth’s nations know the Xuantian Sect’s goal is to invade Earth; once the teleportation array is activated, a two-world war is likely. If Earth wins, that’s good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what if Earth loses? What if it’s colonized by the Yuanwu Continent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the event of defeat, China’s fate would surely be better than that of other nations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the rulers of the Yuanwu Continent are ancient Chinese, they would surely favor Earth’s Chinese people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the revelation of the Confucius Holy Academy—a sect second only to Chu’s royal family and deeply tied to Confucius, Earth’s sage—this intelligence is extremely disadvantageous to all other nations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If a two-world war breaks out, the Confucius Holy Academy, as second only to the royal family, will inevitably join. Once involved, they will learn Earth’s China harbors a Confucius clan sharing their same ancestry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The outcome is obvious: the Confucius Holy Academy will likely aid Earth’s Confucius clan—indirectly aiding China.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiding China means weakening other nations!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After analyzing this, all national leaders frowned in distress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long silence, Fenglinhuoshan Li Weiguo posted a message in the group, accompanied by a “smug” emoji: “I have some good news to share with you all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After posting, Li Weiguo paused, waited a long time, and no one replied—only Cang Luo sent a message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo wrote: “Spit it out, spit it out—are you finally going to pay me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Weiguo was speechless—haven’t you made enough from selling videos? The money you’ve earned these past few months is enough to waste for a lifetime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring Cang Luo, Li Weiguo continued: “Gentlemen, we’ve just appointed the current patriarch of China’s Confucius clan as Honorary Minister of Foreign Affairs. After the two worlds connect next year, he will handle all matters with the Confucius Holy Academy...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as this message was sent, the WeChat group exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden Park Director John Smith: “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Izumo Society Director Yanagio Ichiro: “Bakayarou!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leader of the Royal Knights: \"You... are shameless!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Korea Representative: “According to our historical records, Confucius was Korean...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo saw Korea being shameless again and immediately sent a “smile” emoji to express his annoyance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Eden Park sent another message: “Cang, could you help us investigate whether the Yuanwu Continent has any of our country’s historical figures? Do they have descendants? Of course, we’ll pay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo’s heart leapt—money talks. He was about to agree, but suddenly remembered something about Eden Park’s home country.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo typed: “Does your country even have history?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the message, Cang Luo added a “joke” emoji.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After sending this, the group fell silent again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while, Fenglinhuoshan Li Weiguo: “Joke emoji!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Royal Knights: “Joke emoji!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tsar’s Judgment Court: “Joke emoji!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Korea Representative: “Joke emoji!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Izumo Society Yanagio Ichiro: “Mr. John, your country... didn’t even establish itself on the Yuanwu Continent, did it...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, on the west coast of North America, Eden Park headquarters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Director John Smith of Eden Park stared gloomily at the WeChat group messages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What do you mean, “Does your country even have history?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck! Isn’t two hundred years of history still history?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what’s that pale yellow, round-faced emoji supposed to mean?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exaggerated upward smile, slightly flushed cheeks, eyes that invite all sorts of thoughts... the more he stared, the stranger it felt, as if it held some strange magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gloomy as he was, John Smith had to admit his homeland’s founding date was indeed short—less than three hundred years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the countries in the group, it was a dwarf among giants—even the tiny island nation had around two thousand years of history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, John Smith exploded: “Fuck! Others mocking us is one thing—but you, Korea? You used to be China’s vassal state, and now you don’t even have wartime command authority...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After cursing, John Smith pondered: “Current intelligence shows the Yuanwu Continent and Earth shared identical histories before 476 BC, diverging only after. The entire continent is dominated by ancient Chinese.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That means our homeland never even established a nation on the Yuanwu Continent. If no nation existed, then there could be no historical figures...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo’s banter with the other leaders ended. He exited the group chat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Cang Luo saw that Xuantian Sect had already selected its combatant—the same person he expected: Zhao Ren.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This duel was sparked by the conflict between Zhao Ren and Lin Xin of the Confucius Holy Academy. The first match should logically be between them, and both are at Warrior Sixth Level—perfectly matched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ren’s gaze burned with fury. Under the watchful eyes of his fellow disciples and female spectators, he stepped forward, chest puffed out, determined to teach the other side a harsh lesson for looking down on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is the Confucius Holy Academy so great? Are people from the capital so superior? Is noble birth so exalted? Is wealth so powerful?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reaching the center of the arena, Zhao Ren bowed to Lin Xin, who had been waiting: “Zhao Ren, sixteen, Warrior Sixth Level, Dan Yang County, Tongzhou.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Xin returned a slight bow, glanced at Zhao Ren with disdain, then raised her palms and beckoned him with a finger—come, attack first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To everyone, Lin Xin’s action was blatant provocation. Even Zhao Ren, known for his patience, couldn’t tolerate being looked down upon by a weak woman—she wanted him, a man, to strike first?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unthinkable! Even a clay Buddha has three parts of temper!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ren flew into rage, instantly activating his body technique and lunging toward Lin Xin. He decided not just to defeat her, but to humiliate her severely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would tear her silver-white robe piece by piece, expose her publicly, make her regret her arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Zhao Ren unleashed the Yellow-Rank Mid-grade martial art he had just learned but not yet mastered: Eagle Claw Technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eagle Claw Technique, Yin and Wind attributes. Upon wounding the enemy, it corrodes the wound like thousands of ants gnawing—excruciatingly painful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two zhang apart, Zhao Ren closed the distance in an instant. He snorted, hands forming claws as hard as stone, lashing out with fierce wind straight at Lin Xin’s slightly rounded chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Xin’s brows tightened as she recognized the attack, her slender eyebrows knitting into a pea shape. Her chest heaved with shame and rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man is truly a lecher. Then don’t blame me for not sparing Xuantian Sect’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Spring-Autumn Palm Technique!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Xin cried out sharply, advancing instead of retreating. Her palms moved with her voice, striking dozens of blows in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her delicate palms radiated an unstoppable momentum. The first few blows deflected Zhao Ren’s claws; the following dozens struck his chest and limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spring-Autumn Palm Technique is a Heaven-Rank Upper-grade martial art from the Confucius Holy Academy, with nine levels. Warrior-level outer disciples may exchange sect contribution points for Level One; Martial General disciples may obtain Level Two, and so on—only a Martial Emperor can reach full mastery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This palm technique is majestic; when mastered to high levels, it can topple mountains and reverse seas, shatter earth and split land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When unleashed, heaven and earth change color.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, that power comes only at Level Nine. Lin Xin, as a Warrior, could only learn Level One—but even that level’s power was beyond what Zhao Ren, a common martial cultivator, could endure—it was Heaven-Rank Upper-grade after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ren took dozens of palm strikes and froze in place, eyes glazed, arms limp, fingers trembling uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few breaths later, Zhao Ren suddenly crashed to the ground with a loud thud, unable to rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your courtesy!” Lin Xin sneered, bowed slightly, then returned to the Confucius Holy Academy side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior Brother Zhao!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible! He was defeated in one blow...!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuantian Sect disciples were stunned, gasping in disbelief at what they had just witnessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ren, Warrior Sixth Level, had been defeated in one blow by a woman of equal cultivation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course—she used Spring-Autumn Palm Technique, the Heaven-Rank Upper-grade martial art known across the Yuanwu Continent. That explained it. Zhao Ren, who only knew Yellow-Rank techniques, losing was only natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twenty-odd outer disciples from the three dormitories immediately found excuses for Zhao Ren—giving him a face was giving themselves a face. If Zhao Ren couldn’t win, neither could they.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In contrast, the Confucius Holy Academy side merely smiled faintly, showing no triumph or mockery—as if the outcome had been expected all along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this silent condescension from the Confucius Holy Academy was more lethal than open mockery to Xuantian Sect disciples. This silent disdain made them feel unworthy to even be their opponents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The disciples from the three dormitories lowered their heads, unable to meet the gaze of the Confucius Holy Academy group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the female disciples watching on the sidelines whispered among themselves, all agreeing Zhao Ren and his group were too weak and had brought shame to the sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ren was carried back by two others. Xuan Qingqing approached to examine him and found a chaotic, turbulent energy blocking several key meridians and acupoints, rendering him immobile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Xuan Qingqing channeled gentle force and slammed her palm onto Zhao Ren’s back, unblocking his meridians. Zhao Ren groaned, stirred, and bowed his head in shame: “Disciple is incompetent—I’ve brought shame to the sect!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuan Qingqing shook her head silently. She didn’t blame Zhao Ren. Though their cultivation levels were equal, the martial arts they wielded were vastly different—his chance of winning was negligible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But who should go next?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These junior disciples all seemed equally weak. Could she really pick someone at random? That would be too humiliating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuan Qingqing frowned, looking at Wang Fuhai and Cang Feng. “Who among you has the highest cultivation?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone exchanged glances, then fixed their eyes on Wang Fuhai. With no choice, he stepped forward: “Disciple Wang Fuhai, sixteen, Warrior Eighth Level...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good!” Xuan Qingqing nodded at Wang Fuhai’s massive frame. “Your build is perfect—you can probably withstand the force of Spring-Autumn Palm Technique.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Fuhai chuckled awkwardly, walked to the arena, faced the Confucius Holy Academy group, took a deep breath, and shouted: “Wang Fuhai, sixteen, Warrior Eighth Level, Dan Yang County, Tongzhou! Who dares fight Fatty?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he spoke, laughter erupted from the sidelines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether Xuantian Sect’s female disciples or Confucius Holy Academy’s, all burst into laughter upon seeing Wang Fuhai’s fat frame, leaving him utterly humiliated...\u003C\u002Fp>",1970,"2026-06-21T06:04:04.528Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","5cfd0cbd72479e1c089f94d5c26f986b9973a8ec275b9208e8ed812048036b6f","high-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-chapter-59","high-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-chapter-57",157,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhigh-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-cover.jpg"]