Chapter 905: The Realm of Martial Dao

"However, most people remain at the stage of Half-step Dharma Cultivator and do not move forward, so I think there must be a reason for this."

"There is certainly a reason. True Dharma Cultivators are all reclusive experts who focus on cultivating with the Heaven, Earth, Sun, and Moon. Martial Artists, relying on their innate talent and bone structure, might be able to catch a glimpse of the Heavenly Great Dao."

"But limited by the cultivation environment and the differences in cultivation techniques, it is like sitting in a well and looking at the sky. This is also why most people in the Martial Dao stop progressing after reaching the Half-step Dharma Cultivator stage," Chen Yu said.

"Mr. Chen is very knowledgeable about Dharma Cultivators?" Liang Jinsheng looked at Chen Yu in surprise.

"Knowledgeable is not the word; these are just some of my own insights during cultivation." Chen Yu shook his head and said, "True Dharma Cultivators rarely enter the world, and even if they do, they hide their identities."

"Some reclusive blessed lands are filled with Spiritual Energy, which is helpful for cultivation, so even Martial Artists find it difficult to track them down."

"If one truly wants to catch a glimpse of the Heavenly Great Dao and become one of them, there is still a long way to go," Chen Yu said with a faint smile.

"So that is how it is. Thank you, Alliance Leader Chen, for resolving the confusion in my heart." Liang Jinsheng nodded slightly.

"However, wanting to become one of them is not as difficult as it sounds. If Liang Lao is interested, I can give you a hand," Chen Yu said with a smile.

"How will you help?" Liang Jinsheng felt a tremor in his heart and looked up at Chen Yu.

"Cultivation techniques and scriptures for cultivators," Chen Yu said calmly. "It is just that Liang Lao should understand what I want."

"I understand. Please rest assured, Mr. Chen. I have already secretly gathered those on good terms within the Twelve Gates and the Six Sword Sects to discuss these matters. For these years, the Tiance Sword Mansion has been eliminating dissent and suppressing various sects; everyone has long been harboring grievances."

"As long as Mr. Chen gives the order, nearly half of the sects in the Xuanwu Pavilion will support you."

"That is good. If that is the case, it will be easy to handle." Chen Yu smiled slightly; with these words from Liang Jinsheng, he felt relieved.

After leaving the Liang Clan, Chen Yu contacted Zhou Yuqing, who said to him, "I have found someone who, like me, has suffered persecution from the Pei Family and the Sword Mansion."

"Take me to see him," Chen Yu said.

"But... his current situation might be a bit special. He... is insane," Zhou Yuqing hesitated for a moment and said with some reluctance.

"Insane?" Chen Yu frowned slightly. "What exactly happened?"

"Zhang Xu, twenty-eight years old this year. His father was previously a high-level executive at a major bank, but because he would not collude with the Pei Family, he was murdered by them."

Zhou Yuqing sighed and said, "After his father died, his mother suffered a mental breakdown, and later she was found hanged in their home."

"Was his mother's death a suicide or a homicide?" Chen Yu asked with a frown.

"According to the police investigation, it was suicide, but Zhang Xu did not accept this explanation. He is a lawyer himself, and through his friends, he found many clues and eventually gathered evidence that his mother was murdered," Zhou Yuqing said.

"And then?" Chen Yu asked.

"Then he, along with the various evidence he collected regarding his father's cause of death, went to petition. However, he was intercepted halfway and beaten until he was nearly dead. Later, he survived by feigning death."

"When he appeared again, he had already become a madman, wandering under the overpass. I only found out his whereabouts through a close friend," Zhou Yuqing said with a dejected expression.

"I understand. Where is he? I will go see him," Chen Yu nodded slightly.

Night, in an area that was not particularly prosperous.

Under the dim streetlights, there were not many vehicles or pedestrians. Under an overpass, many homeless people were taking shelter.

These people wore rags, made their homes everywhere every day, dug through trash piles for food when hungry, and drank tap water or even dirty water from the roadside when thirsty.

When it rained, they found an overpass to hide from the rain, and at night, they slept wherever they happened to be wandering.

They lived a life with the sky as their blanket and the earth as their stove, and a large portion of them seemed to be mentally unstable.

The overpass in a certain district of Jinling was a gathering place for these homeless people because it provided shelter from the wind and rain, and monks from nearby temples would occasionally give out porridge and rice.

As night fell, a group of homeless people gathered together, playing cards with a deck they had picked up from somewhere, their shouting and foul language incessant.

But there was one homeless person who did not fit in with them. He was a thin man, wearing rags and a pair of glasses.

His eyes were listless as he sat blankly against a wall. He held a tattered package in his arms. He had no other belongings, but he held this tattered bag tightly, as if there were something very important inside.

This man suffered from long-term malnutrition and was gaunt. He did not communicate with anyone and spent most of his time sitting aside in Silence. He rarely went out to find food, only doing so when he was truly too hungry to endure.

Compared to most of the homeless people, he was somewhat out of place.

Among these homeless people, some had mental problems, but some had truly given up on life and were just "lying flat." Moreover, wherever there are people, there is a Jianghu, and the homeless community was no exception.

"What is that kid's background? Do you guys know?" A long-haired homeless man was the boss in this area; he regarded the space under the overpass as his territory.

"Don't know. This kid has been here for several months and has never paid us tribute," someone said.

"What a useless piece of trash." The long-haired man slapped the person who spoke across the face. "If he doesn't pay tribute, why are you letting him stay here?"

"Brother, I saw that he was pitiful, so I let him stay here for a few days. I didn't expect this kid to just latch onto the place and refuse to leave," the beaten homeless man said sheepishly.

"Let's go, let's see what this kid's background is," the long-haired man said as he stood up and walked over.

"Kid, what is your background? It's not right to sleep on my territory without giving something," the long-haired man walked over and looked at the man in glasses.

The man in glasses glanced at these people. He did not speak, but subconsciously wrapped his arms tighter around the things in his embrace.

"I'm asking you a question, are you mute?" A lackey behind the long-haired man kicked the man in glasses hard.

The man in glasses shrank his body but did not move.

"Is this guy an idiot? Beat him up and see if he has any reaction," the long-haired man grinned and kicked him hard.

The few people behind him also followed suit, punching and kicking. The thin body of the man in glasses could barely hold up; blood was coming out of his nose and mouth, but he still did not say a word, only curling into a ball to protect his head.

After a fierce beating, these homeless men were also tired. They panted and said, "This kid really is a fool. How is he not tired after being beaten like this?"