These were peerless martial arts that countless people in the world of Martial Arts dreamed of acquiring.
With so many Divine Skills on the line, it would be a lie for Zhao Rui to say he wasn't tempted.
Since they were willing to hold a Martial Arts Tournament, Zhao Rui naturally wanted to head over and join in on the excitement.
After all, opportunities to fleece Shaolin were rare. The power of that old Monk he met last time was so profound that even now, Zhao Rui found it unfathomable just thinking about it.
The road to Shaolin was long. Fortunately, he had plenty of time, so Zhao Rui chose to travel on foot at a brisk pace.
As he traveled, he could take in the scenery along the way.
While he was making his way to Shaolin like a carefree wanderer, a group of uninvited guests arrived at the Celestial Mountain Sect.
This group had a long talk with the "real" Mr. Zeng the Elder before descending from Tianshan.
「The Central Asia Trading Land.」
