[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starlight-professional":3,"chapter-starlight-professional-starlight-professional-chapter-682":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Starlight Professional",{"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},2309342,4512,"Chapter 682: True Martial Talisman","starlight-professional-chapter-682",682,"\u003Cp>Inside the True Martial Talisman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of light revealed Fang Xing’s figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced around and sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stone pillars rose, parting the gray qi to form a space roughly one hundred square meters in area and ten meters high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stone steps appeared one by one, and at the very top stood a throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xing sat upon the throne and murmured, “Next… I don’t know how many years I’ll be stuck here…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But my condition is already incomparably better than Pan Wu’s subconscious… The longer I stay, the more I can comprehend the True Martial Dao.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He silently explored the limits of his own abilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Within the True Martial Talisman, this space is my limit—I’m like a creator god here… uh, a creator god of one hundred square meters?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He extended his hand, and a jade cup materialized, filled with golden wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a fine wine brewed personally by the God of Wine from the Divine World, capable of intoxicating even a Fourteenth-Realm Dao Lord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xing took a small sip; the cup vanished instantly, then several puppets appeared, kneeling one by one: “Master…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, these puppets’ strength can be adjusted… Can I create flesh-and-blood living beings too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded, then shook his head: “But this is for me—what can the one who obtains the True Martial Talisman gain?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No mistake!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xing could no longer move the stone talisman in the outside world by his own power after entering it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, he needed a host—he had become something like a divine cheat system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whoever obtains the ‘True Martial Talisman’ will receive the best cultivation… If they shatter Pan Wu’s Dao with the True Martial Dao, then I win.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And even if they fail… I can simply abandon them and find the next host.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s the advantage of a cheat—so long as I win once, it’s eternal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But what use is this ‘cheat’ to the host?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xing began to think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his abilities, turning an ordinary mortal into a Twelfth- or even Thirteenth-Realm Celestial Master with endless lifespan was no challenge—but it was useless!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because his own foundation was still the Pan Wu Dao!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Celestial Master created from the Pan Wu Dao? Wasn’t that just feeding resources back to Pan Wu’s Dao?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Pan Wu’s consciousness outside might revive within the host, and I’d lose—ritual failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To win… first I must deepen my comprehension of the True Martial Dao—at least grasp its broad framework.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then guide the host to uncover their own power and walk the path of the ‘True Martial Dao’…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My cheat system can’t be too strong—no killing grants XP, no daily sign-in rewards for techniques, power, or treasures… even future simulation systems are out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about a training space with a different time flow from the outside world?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what? When they hit a bottleneck, breakthrough comes naturally? Isn’t that just my attribute panel’s proficiency system?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xing thought it over and decided: “Only these two—no more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even so, for the host’s sake, I must create martial arts myself—I can’t teach them anything I’ve learned, or disaster will follow…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, everything he knew had since become part of the Pan Wu Dao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was why all Dao Lords were trapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their own Dao was already the pinnacle of their essence—how could they forge a new path?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as absurd as forcing an ordinary person to become someone entirely different—even changing their genes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unless… I can fully comprehend the True Martial Dao and pass it on…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xing closed his eyes and no longer cared for the fleeting time outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stars shifted, seas turned to mulberry fields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was once a seashore was now a range of towering mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black flowers covered the peaks as a three-headed bird with a wingspan of dozens of meters flew low overhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chirp!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bird dove, its talons carving elegant arcs, striking a wild boar with a triangular sword-like head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boar grunted, trying to resist—but too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plop!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood sprayed; the multi-ton boar was snatched up, and the bird became a black dot, vanishing swiftly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it… that three-headed bird stole our prey again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rustle in the grass revealed several primitive men, clad in animal hides, all over two meters tall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them, still youthful, cursed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In their hands were sharpened wooden spears, axes strung with sharp bone shards—clearly well-equipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qing… what do we do? We’ve been tracking this prey for days, and now it’s gone—our tribe will starve.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes turned to the slightly older leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this savage age, primitive life was harsh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fierce beasts roamed everywhere, fond of eating humans!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And primitives sat low on the food chain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only by uniting into small tribes did they stand a chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even then, tribes couldn’t exceed a thousand—otherwise they’d become a buffet for stronger beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qing, around twenty, was elderly by primitive standards and had vast hunting experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go to the river… see if we can catch a ‘Bone-Spike Fish’!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qing decided: “This time, I’ll be the bait!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the tribe’s most experienced hunter, and Bone-Spike Fish were clever—if the bait was off, they’d sense it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qi… take the stone axe, be ready to strike first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shang… you spear from behind—don’t pierce the bone scales, only aim where the three white lines meet beneath its lips…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mang…” Qing looked at the young primitive who had spoken first: “You watch for other beasts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mang gritted his teeth and agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, by the riverbank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fish over two meters long, covered in sharp white bone spines and scales, rolled onto shore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of retreating into the water, it rolled again—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its spines made it resemble a spinning porcupine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shang, caught off guard, missed the vital spot—his wooden spear snapped with a crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the bait, Qing was closest—his body pierced by multiple bloody holes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Bone-Spike Fish thrashed twice… then went still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mang rushed over and found Qing, pinned beneath the fish, had jammed a bone dagger precisely where the three white lines converged beneath its lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qing…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mang turned to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough… I’ve heard the gods’ call. I won’t live.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood trickled from Qing’s lips, yet he smiled with peace: “This is nature…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand fell limp—life gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, Mang… quickly cut up the meat and bones and take them back—the blood will draw beasts soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shang kicked Mang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mang mechanically began working, his eyes occasionally drifting to Qing’s corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dying in the wild is our fate… but I don’t want Qing eaten by beasts…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He set down a large piece of fish meat, then carried a stone and placed it atop Qing’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a small cairn formed over Qing’s remains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It won’t help…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi spoke: “Beasts have keen noses—this little pile won’t stop them…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mang said nothing, mechanically repeating his task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh… huh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He panted—he was only thirteen, the youngest warrior in the tribe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mang lifted another stone, the size of an ostrich egg, then froze, staring at its underside: “What’s this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up a shard—deep green, about the size of a baby’s fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its surface bore strange, intricate patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pretty… probably some warrior’s ornament.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi glanced at it and shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mang didn’t care, shoving the stone talisman into his chest, and the group returned to the tribe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tribe was nestled in a valley, its main dwellings made of leather tents and conical thatched huts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the group returned, the savages on the watchtower immediately shouted excitedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A group of muscular, well-built women came out to greet them; seeing the fish meat in their hands and the fish bones on their backs, their faces lit up with faint joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qing… is dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shang spoke, his voice low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Heavenly Gods claim every soul—it cannot be helped…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An old grandmother, seemingly in her forties, spoke: “Braves… rest now. We’ll handle the fish meat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The savages viewed life and death lightly, even seeing burial in the wild as part of nature’s cycle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mang, watching all this, still felt confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He returned to his small hut, collapsed onto the dry grass, and fell asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t notice the stone talisman in his chest glowing faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? I… where am I?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mang awoke to find himself in a gray, hazy space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him, the throne, where various heavenly maidens—slender, plump, each with different postures—faded away, revealing a figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air was filled with incense; the long table overflowed with delicacies he’d never seen—just the scent made his mouth water uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xing snapped his fingers, and everything in the space vanished, leaving only a palace supported by stone steps and pillars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat upon the throne, gazing down at the boy clad in animal hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you? A Heavenly God?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mang looked up at the Heavenly God, feeling a terrifying pressure—worse than any ferocious beast he’d ever encountered!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed this figure must be the Heavenly God of tribal legend, dwelling high above: “Where is Qing’s spirit?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heavenly God? I am not…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xing smiled. At the first sight of the boy, he knew everything about him: “What year is it now? Has the outside world advanced this far?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1540,"2026-06-20T11:03:23.251Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e75bd39e5dcb99d29f636e263cc1e2ec25986124d07aeb342ba97fb9f235c793","starlight-professional-chapter-683","starlight-professional-chapter-681",726,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarlight-professional-cover.jpg"]