High Martial Arts: Invincible Starts from Basic Archery

Now the latter suddenly appeared in front of him...

"Alright, enough with the nonsense. The reason I came to find you today, what is it?" Chen Fan got straight to the point.

"I know, I know."

The old man bobbed his head like a pecking chicken. "I've already prepared for you, young man. It's in the cabinet beside you. Open it and you'll see."

"Really?"

Chen Fan stood up, walked over, and opened the cabinet.

"In the first drawer."

Chen Fan pulled out the first drawer and saw three secret manuals neatly placed inside.

"Young man, these three are the real deal. I saved them just for you. Take a look, are you satisfied?"

The old man said with a smile.

One of these three, the [Nine Yang Divine Skill], was something he considered his greatest treasure.

Though it wasn't complete, but then again, could he come up with a complete one?

Chen Fan's eyes swept over them, and in less than a second, he put the three books back.

The old man was shocked, his voice trembling: "Y-young man, are you unsatisfied or do you think these three are fake? Heaven knows, I wouldn't dare deceive you even if I had the guts of a bear and the heart of a leopard!"

"They are not fake."

Chen Fan said.

"Indeed."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief. "These three are my treasures. I only took them out for you, young man. Anyone else, and they could dream of it!"

"Unfortunately, I already have them."

"What?"

The old man was stunned upon hearing this.

"Young man, you mean to say you already have these three?"

"Yes."

Chen Fan nodded.

"This, this..."

The old man looked embarrassed.

He thought about offering a trade, but felt it would be too much of a loss.

"Do you have any supreme martial arts?"

Chen Fan asked, "Something more formidable than the Nine Yang Divine Skill?"

"More formidable than the Nine Yang Divine Skill?"

The old man widened his eyes, full of disbelief.

"It seems you don't have such a thing."

Seeing this, Chen Fan shook his head.

He wasn't very disappointed, since he hadn't set his expectations high when he came.

"Alright, that's it then. Take good care of your wounds."

Turning around, Chen Fan suddenly thought of something and said, "When I was outside, I heard you mention the Awakener in Anshan City having bad intentions. Actually, that's not the case. It's best you leave with the group early tomorrow. But if you wish to stay, you can, though the ones who stay may not treat you as well."

"I'll leave with the group."

The old man raised his hand in haste.

"You really are something."

Chen Fan looked at him helplessly.

"Young man, w-wait a moment."

Seeing Chen Fan about to leave, the old man hurriedly spoke up.

"What, did you suddenly remember you have a supreme martial art in your hand?" Chen Fan turned around, squinting his eyes.

"Young man, I really don't have a supreme martial art."

The old man gave a bitter smile.

"The best I have now is that Nine Yang Divine Skill, but you don't like it. I don't have any supreme techniques, but I know a place that might have what you're looking for."

"Oh?"

Chen Fan's interest was piqued, and he turned around completely. "Where?"

"Qingfeng Mountain."

The old man uttered three words.

"Qingfeng Mountain?"

Chen Fan frowned, he had no impression of it.

"Yes, Qingfeng Mountain, but it wasn't called that ten years ago. It was a name from hundreds of years ago, no one knows what it's called now."

"Hmm?"

Chen Fan pretended to be angry, "Are you messing with me? You don't even know where it is, and you want me to go?"

"Young man, don't rush, let me finish." The old man hastily waved his hand. "I don't completely know either, but I know a little. That place is within the current Tianshan Mountain Range."

"Tianshan Mountain Range."

Chen Fan smiled. "Do you know how long the Tianshan Mountain Range is and how many peaks it has?"

"I, I know. But young man, that's really all I know, and this information I found in my ancestral books."

The old man sighed. "I remember you asking me before where these secret manuals came from, right?"

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Chen Fan was immediately intrigued. "Are you willing to tell me now, or are you going to make up another lie?"

"Young man, do I seem like that kind of person?"

The old man coughed a few times to hide his embarrassment.

"Young man, stop teasing me."

Actually, until today, he never intended to reveal this matter.

But Chen Fan's disdain for the items he presented filled him with a strong sense of crisis.

He knew he could live this god-like life because of Chen Fan.

If he lost value in Chen Fan's eyes, what awaited him next was anyone's guess.

So, he had to prove his worth.

"Alright, continue."

Chen Fan sat back down.

"Alright."

The old man let out a long breath. "Actually, this matter goes back hundreds of years. My great-grandfather's great-grandfather..."

"Get to the point."

"Yes, yes. An ancestor of mine once went hunting in the mountains and stumbled into a cave. Inside the cave was a narrow path leading deeper inside. Curious, my ancestor followed it and after some distance, found a place filled with ruined palaces. It was desolate, seemingly abandoned for a long time."

"My ancestor, bold as he was, gripped his knife tight and ventured into one of the palaces. It was in shambles and empty. Braving the situation, he looked around other places, finding the same scene until he arrived at a great hall and saw a plaque on the ground with the words 'Divine Martial Sect'."

"Divine Martial Sect?"

Chen Fan slightly frowned, "So, the place your ancestor discovered was an ancient sect named Divine Martial Sect?"

"Young man, you're truly clever."

The old man gave a thumbs-up. "My ancestor thought the same. Although he was petrified, he also realized this might be an opportunity. He searched everywhere, drinking from his gourd when thirsty, eating his dried food when hungry. Meticulous searching finally led him to a place called the Scripture Pavilion where he found many secret manuals."

"Sadly, due to the passage of time, by the time it reached my generation, seven or eight out of ten manuals were lost. Even the remaining ones are mostly incomplete."

Saying this, the old man looked at Chen Fan pitifully as if saying he would give him complete manuals if he had any.

"Really, and then?" Chen Fan asked curiously.

He had long been curious about the origins of these martial arts.

After all, these skills weren't innate. They were created by someone. Who created them? Where did those creators go?

Did they all die?

What about those who created supreme techniques?

For example, the Sacred Heart Technique, the Chaotic Heaven Treasure Mirror, the Divine Demon Body Technique. Even if those creators eventually met their ends, living for hundreds or thousands of years shouldn't be impossible, right?

Where did those people go?

"And then..."