I am the God of Technology

Dante listened attentively, his breath catching. More than just the increase in SDI from mastering martial arts, he knew that the usage of blood Qi and internal forces would be his main strategies for dealing with the world behind the Zero Gate.

After all, Quantum Entanglement was not an offensive superpower and would not necessarily give him any advantages when he entered that place compared to what Humphrey or Slessor had. However, with the ability to use these special powers, they would become powers of their own.

“As for Internal Cultivation, it doesn’t necessarily have distinct stages. Due to how few people in the world can cultivate these arts, they are rather separated into levels.”

“Whether internal or external arts, they are divided into ranks based on their quality: Mortal-Grade, Earth-Grade, Heaven Grade, and Immortal Grade.”

“Possession of techniques of these various levels also determines the foundation and prestige of a faction. My Supreme Martial Hall has limitless mortal-grade arts, many earth-grade arts, a significant amount of heaven-grade arts, and even a handful of immortal arts!”

“As a core member, you can learn anything of any category, and we will do our best to help you. As for Internal Arts, I won’t say too much, but if you really can cultivate them, you will learn more.”

Hao Donglei clapped his hands and stood up. “Alright, you may leave the hall and return to the town to settle your matters. When you begin your training, you will not be allowed to leave the hall easily, so make sure to sort everything out today.”

Dante nodded and stood up, remembering the Chinese tradition of bowing and cupping fists. He didn’t really know the right posture, but he tried his best, which made Hao Donglei laugh.

“Also, starting tomorrow, try and take some etiquette classes.” He advised Dante with a kind smile.

Dante smiled with amusement, knowing that he had probably failed terribly, and took the advice seriously. After all, this world was more valuable to him than even the Apocalypse World because while the Apocalypse World could raise his SDI limitlessly, it could not help him break his genetic limit.

However, the True Martial World was the opposite, allowing him to break his gene limit endlessly but accumulating extra power up to a limit which would slow down in the future. How he merged the use of both worlds would decide his upper limit.

Dante left the hall and did not even look left or right before exiting the main building and coming to the entrance courtyard where the registration was being held. It was still ongoing as many had come to try, and he noticed that only 2% had passed since they had been made to stand by the side.

When the people here saw Dante exit wearing his gi and his token hanging at his waist, they were filled with endless jealousy and awe. Those who had been selected were envious of Dante, knowing that their statuses were far beneath his even if they joined the hall.

Those who were still trying for recruitment were red-eyed, wishing they could push him down and snatch his token and gi for themselves then assume his slot. Meanwhile, the deacons and even Jun Feng had complicated looks in their eyes, having gone from people who could decide Dante’s fate in one word to having their fate decided by Dante in one word.

Dante paid no mind to all this as he stepped out of the Supreme Martial Hall’s land and entered the main street of Green Wind City.

Green Wind City, nestled within the enchanting embrace of Green Feather Province, was a lively and fantastical ancient Chinese city that seemed to have sprung forth from the pages of a wuxia tale. Its very essence was steeped in the spirit of martial arts and the supernatural powers that could be harnessed through dedicated practice.

The city’s architecture was a mesmerizing blend of traditional Chinese design and ethereal elements that defied the laws of physics. Towering pagodas with gracefully upturned eaves reached toward the heavens, while delicate bridges arched gracefully over tranquil rivers and winding canals. .

Intricate carvings and vibrant paintings adorned every surface, depicting scenes of legendary battles, wise sages, and mystical creatures.

The streets of Green Wind City were a bustling spectacle of color and movement. Vendors peddled exotic fruits, fragrant teas, and mystical trinkets, their stalls adorned with intricate silk banners that fluttered in the breeze.

Aromas of delectable street food filled the air, from steaming dumplings to savory skewers of marinated meat.

Martial artists in flowing robes moved gracefully through the crowds, their movements a testament to their honed skills. Some practiced elegant forms right there on the streets, their bodies flowing like water as they seamlessly transitioned from one stance to another.

Others engaged in friendly sparring matches, their weapons clashing harmoniously in a dance of combat.

The energy of blood qi, the life force that permeated the human body, seemed to pulse through the very air of Green Wind City. A sense of vitality and potential hung over the city like a veil, as if every stone and every leaf held the promise of extraordinary abilities waiting to be unlocked.

The city’s main plaza was a magnificent sight to behold. A grand statue of a martial deity stood at its center, an imposing figure with a stern expression and a raised sword, symbolizing the indomitable spirit of those who practiced martial arts.

Surrounding the plaza were opulent buildings adorned with ornate rooftops and intricate latticework, each housing esteemed martial arts schools, ancient libraries, and revered meditation chambers.

Copper coins, silver taels, and gold bars exchanged hands in a lively commerce that sustained the city’s vibrant economy. Merchants haggled with buyers over the price of exotic herbs said to enhance one’s Blood Qi, while artisans crafted elegant weapons that were as much works of art as tools of combat.

Green Wind City was not just a place of training; it was also a realm of wonder and mystery, where the boundaries between the physical and the mystical blurred.

As Dante walked along the bustling main street, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of interest and respect.

The sights, sounds, and energies of Green Wind City enveloped him, igniting his determination and fueling his resolve. He was now a part of this extraordinary world, a world of martial arts, supernatural powers, and limitless possibilities.

And with each step he took, he ventured deeper into the heart of his destiny, ready to embrace the challenges and adventures that awaited him in the True Martial World.

Dante noticed that many eyes fell on his form as he observed the fragrant city around him, their eyes full of wariness, vigilance, awe, envy, respect, and even a little hostility. The last one came from a group of young men and women wearing the robes of a different martial hall in the city.

The Supreme Martial Hall was the number 1 martial hall in the city and in the entire Great Song Kingdom, but they were not the only one. Where there were humans, there would be competition, so many smaller halls sprung up.

Among them were some truly powerful ones who would have stood out if not suppressed by the Supreme Martial Hall until they could barely breathe.

In Green Wind City alone, there were over 20 Martial Halls recognized by the city hall and countless smaller dojos that offered lower-level training. There were also martial academies that were linked to the halls that

trained their candidates from young.

Of the 20 martial halls, all were dogs except the top four. In first place was the Supreme Martial Hall that had A Grandmaster as the Vice Hall Master of every branch around the country and a singular Hall Master who was the Martial God behind them.

All their elders were Martial Masters at the least and their best disciples had at least entered the Martial Blood Realm.

The other three that made the top four could barely compete. They were local branches only, existing solely within the boundary of Green Wind City and unable to expand a step outward.

They were headed by a Hall Master who was a Martial Grandmaster and their Vice Hall Masters were Martial Masters or half-step Grandmasters depending on their ranking. Their elders were Martial Blood warriors at the least, and most of their best disciples were still at the peak of the Martial Warrior.

As one could tell, the gap between first and second to third was huge. But then the gap between the first four and everyone else was even worse, with 5th place having a Martial Master as its Hall Master and its elders being Martial Warriors while many of its disciples never crossed Body Tempering.

If they were lucky, their vice hall masters could be Martial Blood warriors, or if unlucky, they would be Martial Warrior realm forces.

When such forces met disciples of the Supreme Martial Hall, they usually lowered their heads, but the disciples of the hall were often arrogant and despotic, bullying the weaker halls until they cried in their pillows at night.

It was not surprising that a few would glare at Dante with hatred upon seeing he wore the core disciple gi and had the token.