The Making of a Martial Arts Paradise

A man dressed casually and wearing sunglasses walked out of a five-star hotel with his head down. His actions revealed his nervousness; he was trying to hide his face, as if afraid of being seen. It was as if he had done something shameful and wanted to escape quickly. However, he had only taken a dozen steps out of the hotel when nearly a hundred reporters rushed out from both sides, carrying various microphones, cameras, and video cameras, and instantly surrounded him with their long lenses and short sticks. "I am a reporter from Phoenix.com. Are you Mr. Zhang Yunsu, a master of modern martial arts novels?" "Mr. Zhang Yunsu, what is your explanation for deceiving the public by claiming that you know martial arts?" "Mr. Zhang Yunsu, I've heard that you often flirt with female fans on chat tools. Is that true?" "Mr. Zhang Yunsu, many netizens are saying that your novels are rubbish and that you only succeeded by hyping up your martial arts skills and hooking up with rich and beautiful female fans. Do you have anything to say about this?" Amidst the barrage of questions from reporters and the clicking of cameras, the man covered his face with both hands and shouted, "You've mistaken me for someone else! I'm not Zhang Yunsu, move aside!" As he spoke, he tried to push his way through the crowd, attempting to rush out. Although the reporters didn't directly stop him, they intentionally or unintentionally blocked his way, constantly reducing the space around him, and even holding up recording microphones to his face, obstructing his view. During this process, one of the microphones happened to poke his sunglasses at an angle, knocking them off. In an instant, the man's handsome face was exposed to everyone's gaze! Click! Click! The sound of cameras clicking was unusually intense at that moment, and the reporters with microphones also became excited, all asking questions— "It really is Mr. Zhang Yunsu! May I ask why you came out of the hotel so mysteriously?" "Mr. Zhang Yunsu, did you stay at this hotel last night? Were you alone or with other people?" "Mr. Zhang Yunsu, weren't you in Jiangcheng the day before yesterday? Why are you in Shanghai this morning?" "There are rumors that you have had affairs with different female fans and deceived their feelings. Is this true, Mr. Zhang Yunsu?" His sunglasses were knocked off and shattered. The man stopped covering his face with his hands and shouted in a panic, "You've really mistaken me for someone else! I just look like Zhang Yunsu! Let me out!" As he spoke, the man seemed to have gone all out, relentlessly pushing his way out. These reporters ultimately dared not go too far. Although they tried to stop him, no one was willing to step forward and restrain the man, so he still managed to rush out. However, just as the man rushed out of the group of reporters, a woman's shrill voice suddenly rang out from behind them: "Zhang Yunsu, you big liar, stop right there!" The woman's screams were so piercing that they immediately drew the attention of everyone in front of the hotel. A woman, disheveled and with a large, ample bosom that suggested she wasn't even wearing a bra, rushed out of the hotel, her face streaked with tears, crying out in the direction of the man whom the reporters had previously identified as Zhang Yunsu. Upon seeing the woman rushing towards them, the reporters automatically made way for her, and indeed, the woman was running towards the man. The man turned and glanced at the woman, seemingly terrified, and ran away even faster. Upon seeing this, the reporters all showed excited expressions—it seems that this person really is Zhang Yunsu, and it seems that he has deceived a woman by having just come out of a hotel after checking in! Thinking of this, the reporters carrying video cameras immediately pointed their lenses at the fleeing man, while those with cameras snapped away, taking pictures all the way! The man seemed completely disoriented and only wanted to escape. He ran out of the hotel plaza and crossed the road. Just as he reached the middle of the road, a red Rolls-Royce sports car sped towards him and struck him, sending him flying... "Do you know that I have been thinking of you every single moment for the past thirteen years?" "I know." "I thought I would never see you again in this lifetime, and that I would only grow old in endless longing. Who would have thought that you would appear before me again? But why have you become like this..." Do you mind how I look now? "No matter how much I asked you back then, you refused to tell me your true identity. Now you appear before me like this, claiming to be Yoon Tae-jin, and saying you want to take me away. How can I accept this?!" When Zhang Yunsu vaguely overheard this conversation, he knew he was probably still alive. But even if he survived the car accident, he should be in the hospital, right? How could he hear such a strange conversation in a hospital? Was he sharing a room with a lesbian? The reason Zhang Yunsu thought this way was because the conversation he heard was conducted by very pleasant female voices. He wouldn't have paid much attention to a conversation between a man and a woman, but it was unusual for two women to be saying such things. Out of curiosity about lesbians, Zhang Yunsu wanted to open her eyes and see—lesbians in novels and movies are usually very beautiful, and she wondered what these lesbians with nice voices looked like. With this thought in mind, Zhang Yunsu found that he couldn't open his eyes no matter what he did. Then he realized that he seemed to have no sensation at all, as if his consciousness was trapped somewhere and he could only get information from the outside world through sound. As soon as he grasped this understanding, Zhang Yunsu felt as if his consciousness was in a chaotic current, being impacted by various shocks. Each impact made him "see" some images and "hear" some sounds, while his consciousness was subjected to tremendous vibrations. First, it was squeezed, then something seemed to burrow into it and expand, only to be squeezed again by another impact, and so on. At first, Zhang Yunsu felt great pain, as if his consciousness was about to be shattered at any moment, and he couldn't even think about what was happening. But after he got used to the pain of his consciousness being impacted, he didn't feel anything, and as he received more images and sounds, he began to speculate about his current situation. All the images and sounds are conveyed from the same person's perspective, as if he were experiencing things from another person's point of view—it's quite mysterious. Some of these experiences are vague, while others are unforgettable. The earlier the experience, the fewer the memories; the later the experience, the more vivid the memories. As for the last experience, it is crystal clear, etched in his mind— He lay on a soft, fragrant bed, surrounded by pale purple gauze curtains. He had just woken up when he heard voices from next door. The voices were two women; one was familiar to him, while the other was completely unfamiliar. "Who?!" It was a familiar female voice to him. "I am Yin Zhen." It was an unfamiliar female voice, with a hint of chill in it. "Nonsense! How could you possibly be Yin Zhen?" "Thirteen years ago today, you returned from the Li family's house in the city and found me severely injured and unconscious. Out of compassion, you helped heal me. Three months and nine days later, one night, you suffered a qi deviation while practicing your martial arts and went mad. I found you in time and saved you. After you woke up, moved by our feelings, we..." "Alright! Stop talking!" "Also, you have a cinnabar birthmark on the outside of your left thigh... Now you should believe that I am Yin Zhen, right?" After a moment of silence, his familiar female voice finally spoke, asking with concern, "How did you end up like this?" "Knowing my name is Yin Zhen, and seeing my current appearance, don't you have any guesses?" After a moment of silence and receiving no response, the strange female voice continued, "You probably guessed back then that I was a member of the Holy Sect, but you just didn't know my generation. Now I'll tell you, I belong to the 'Tai' generation..." "You are Yin Taizhen, the leader of the Demonic Sect!!" Before the unfamiliar female voice could finish speaking, the familiar female voice couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. Upon hearing the words "Yin Taizhen, leader of the Demonic Cult," "he" seemed extremely shocked, and his breathing became erratic. Before he could recover from the shock, he vaguely heard a soft hum, and then a figure appeared on the bed, seemingly floating in mid-air. Upon seeing the figure's face, the shock vanished instantly, leaving only two words—"So beautiful!" The next moment, "he" felt the figure's gaze pierce "his" eyes like flying needles, drilling into "his" mind, and then the whole world was plunged into darkness... Not long after the last memory ended, Zhang Yunsu felt his consciousness being illuminated by a beam of light. Although the light felt cold, it was like sunlight melting ice and snow, making his consciousness more agile. Then it slowly spread, and gradually he experienced various physical sensations: a soft bed, fragrant air, and slight pain in certain places. With her physical sensations becoming clearer, Zhang Yunsu felt a cold finger move away from between her eyebrows, and then her left hand was grasped by a pair of warm and soft hands. "Yun Su, can you hear your master speaking?" It was a familiar and pleasant voice in "his" memory. Upon hearing the sound, Zhang Yunsu instinctively tried to open her eyes. As if he had just emerged from the darkness after a long period of darkness, Zhang Yunsu saw only white light when he opened his eyes. Then, the face of a beautiful woman with a special temperament gradually became clear in his vision. "Master?" Although hesitant, Zhang Yunsu blurted out those two words. At this moment, Zhang Yunsu felt that his mind was in complete chaos and his thinking was very rigid, making it impossible for him to think. Upon hearing Zhang Yunsu call her "Master," the beautiful woman's worried face immediately broke into a smile, and she exclaimed with delight, "Yunsu, I'm so glad you're alright! It's all my fault, I almost..." Before the beautiful woman could finish speaking, that pleasant yet cool voice interrupted her, saying, "Alright, I don't have much time left, so hurry up and tell me." Because she now has almost no ability to think, Zhang Yunsu no longer had the idea of ​​checking out what the owner of the voice looked like, as she had before. The beautiful woman took a deep breath to calm herself down, then stared at Zhang Yunsu with extreme seriousness and said, "Yunsu, I can tell you're not feeling well right now, but what I'm about to say is very important, so please remember it carefully!" “You’ve always asked why I only let you call me Master and not Mother. Besides the fact that you’re not my biological child, there’s another important reason: I hope that one day you can carry on the mantle of our sect.” "When you were a child, I taught you the basic internal skills of our sect. However, after you were born, one of your eight meridians was blocked by a foreign innate true qi, so even after many years of cultivation, your achievements were not even as good as those of an ordinary martial artist. But just now, I had someone help you dispel the foreign true qi in your eighth meridian and restore your original aptitude. If you work hard in your future cultivation, you will be able to shoulder the great responsibility of inheriting our sect." "As for the various origins of our sect, go to the study and twist the blue-and-white porcelain vase on the bookshelf in a 4-to-9-to-left motion to open the secret chamber, and you will know everything. I won't go into details here. Now, I am officially passing on the sect leader's jade token to you. Please keep it safe. Never let outsiders see it before your martial arts reach the Innate Realm. Remember that." After speaking, the beautiful woman, without waiting for Zhang Yunsu's response, took out a jade pendant from her bosom and put it around Zhang Yunsu's neck. The jade pendant was crystal clear, engraved with ancient tadpole-like characters that Zhang Yunsu did not recognize, and was still warm, indicating that the beautiful woman had been wearing it close to her body. However, Zhang Yunsu's attention was not on the jade tablet at this moment, because right after the beautiful woman finished speaking, a strange voice suddenly rang in his mind, cold and mechanical, without a trace of humanity. "Beep! The host has met the conditions for activating the system. The Martial Arts Holy Land Cultivation System has officially started..."