The Urban Cultivation Grandmaster

Chapter 6: My Name Is Mu Tian

In fact, Mu Tian was also startled when he first saw the mutated Ragdoll cat. He had originally thought it was a pet cat that had been tainted by spiritual energy and had mutated—which would have been a simple matter, easily handled by any accomplished cultivator. However, upon actually seeing the Ragdoll cat that had opened its spiritual meridians, Mu Tian was instantly at a loss. At that moment, it would not be an exaggeration to call the Ragdoll Cat “invincible” at the Spirit Vein Condensation Realm. In the brief time since its spirit veins had opened, it had become one with the heavens and earth, and spiritual energy was surging into its body at an incredible speed. The Ragdoll Cat’s body was undergoing astonishing changes every second, evolving at a speed that defied belief. Its constantly expanding form and the increasingly terrifying spiritual energy aura spoke volumes. At first, Mu Tian did not intervene. Instead, he used the “Analysis of the Star Sea” technique to capture the changes occurring in the Ragdoll Cat before him and store them within his Star Sea. Soon, a miniature Ragdoll Cat in the process of opening its spiritual meridians appeared within Mu Tian’s Star Sea. Countless beams of light surged toward the Ragdoll Cat in the Star Sea, dissecting the process of opening its spiritual meridians layer by layer. The mysterious door to the art of opening spiritual meridians was gradually opening to Mu Tian. Mu Tian’s strategy was sound. Although the spiritual meridians the Ragdoll Cat was opening were imperfect and out of control, it was undeniably a precious opportunity—a golden chance to glimpse the true essence of the Condensing Meridians Realm. He believed that this analysis would greatly benefit his understanding of the Meridian Condensation Realm—and, of course, discovering the Ragdoll Cat’s weaknesses was an added bonus. However, plans rarely go as expected. Mu Tian suddenly realized that his childhood friend, Luo Yi, was in mortal danger at the hands of the Ragdoll Cat. Without a moment’s hesitation, he sprang into action. The Ninth Form of the Ancient Wild Ox Fist! This is the most extraordinary move in the Ancient Wild Ox Fist. This style does not emphasize power generation techniques or the manipulation of spiritual energy; it relies solely on martial resolve. When the fist strikes, the bellow of the ox shakes the heavens. This is the most profound move in the *Ancient Wild Ox Visualization Diagram*; only those who have mastered the Ancient Wild Ox Fist to the utmost, visualized the divine essence of the ancient wild ox, and manifested their martial will can strike it with its true essence. This was precisely the killing move Mu Tian unleashed to exploit the Puppet Cat’s weakness. Martial will is truly mystical; most visualization-based cultivation techniques are rooted in it, as practitioners condense their minds to visualize a “divinity,” subdue spiritual energy, and guide the sublimation of life. What the Ragdoll Cat lacked was martial will; its inability to subdue the surging spiritual energy within its body left it at risk of its body exploding. As the saying goes, “Strike the snake at its seven-inch mark”; targeting the root of the problem naturally yields the most effective results. That was exactly what Mu Tian did at that moment. With a single punch, the Ox Demon manifested, its bellow shaking the heavens. The Ragdoll Cat, which just a moment ago had been fiercely menacing and utterly arrogant, suddenly let out a terrified, frantic scream. No longer concerned about Luo Yi, it rolled around on the ground, howling as its silver-glinting claws lashed out wildly, tearing up the ground. Interfered with by Mu Tian’s ancient Wild Ox’s will, the Ragdoll Cat’s spiritual energy spiraled further out of control. Its body swelled rapidly, like an overinflated balloon, threatening to burst at any moment. But this was merely Mu Tian’s opening move; he hadn’t even thrown his first punch yet. “Brother Tian!” Luo Yi stared blankly at the man before her, who looked as if a god had descended from the heavens. Before she could even react, Wang Jian’s subordinates had already rescued her from the scene. Wang Jian was also stunned. As a Sixth-Level Meridian Condensation Realm cultivator, he was considered a master throughout the entire Ganpo region. He had encountered many powerful figures in the past, but the shock he felt in his heart at that moment was unparalleled. Wang Jian had personally fought the Ragdoll Cat before, so he knew all too well just how powerful it was. In the Meridian Condensation Realm, defeating a spirit beast in the process of opening its spirit veins was a surefire way to get crushed—unless one surpassed that realm. But what did Wang Jian see now? An ancient Wild Ox had appeared, its bellow echoing throughout the arena. With just a single opening move, that terrifying Ragdoll Cat was on the verge of death, rolling on the ground and wailing in agony. What incredible power! Is this the true bearing of a powerful warrior? Wang Jian cried out inwardly, and his proud heart began to stir with a new kind of emotion. In the split second Wang Jian was distracted, Mu Tian finally landed his punch, and instantly, a deep, primal bellow resounded. In that instant, this strike—imbued with Mu Tian’s martial will—became the final straw that broke the camel’s back. The spiritual energy raging within the plush cat was jolted, plunging it into even greater chaos and bringing it to the brink of total loss of control. BOOM!!! On the spot, the Ragdoll Cat exploded. The force of the blast was staggering: buildings collapsed, cars were obliterated, a massive crater was blasted into the ground, smoke and dust blanketed the sky, and the terrifying shockwave snapped streetlights in the distance. The scene looked as if it had been hit by a missile strike—utter devastation. The police, who had evacuated early, stared in utter disbelief at the scene before them. Even though they were accustomed to the presence of cultivators, they couldn’t help but feel as if they’d encountered a divine being. “Brother Mu Tian!” Luo Yi shouted excitedly. What young girl doesn’t harbor romantic dreams? Who hasn’t longed for their very own Prince Charming? Luo Yi seemed as dreamlike as the Immortal Zixia encountering Zun Zhenbao riding a rainbow-colored cloud; the next moment, overcome with excitement, her body went limp, darkness engulfed her vision, and she fainted. Mu Tian quickly walked over, and Wang Jian immediately rushed forward to greet him, overcome with emotion. “Greetings, Venerable One. I am Wang Jian, commander of the Tianjiang Ancient Martial Arts Camp in the Ganpo Military District. Thank you for coming to our aid. On behalf of the one million residents of Tianjiang City, I thank you...” Mu Tian supported Luo Yi as he watched Wang Jian, who was so overcome with emotion that his speech had become somewhat incoherent. Mu Tian was at a loss for words. He naturally understood what Wang Jian meant by “Venerable One”—those who transcended the Meridian Condensation Realm were revered as such. It seemed his stunning display had led the powerful figure from the military district before him to misunderstand the situation. In terms of actual cultivation level, Mu Tian was only at the fourth level of the Meridian Condensation Realm, still quite a bit behind Wang Jian, who was at the sixth level. Feeling a bit uneasy, Mu Tian quickly replied politely, “Camp Commander Wang, there’s no need to be so formal. It’s only natural—Tianjiang City is my hometown, and I wouldn’t stand by and watch people die.” In these times of great upheaval, all order was being redrawn, and the cultivation world, in particular, adhered strictly to the principle that the most capable take precedence. Even though Mu Tian looked green and youthful, Wang Jian did not look down on him in the slightest. Now, hearing Mu Tian speak so politely—showing no trace of arrogance despite his young age and remarkable talent, but instead coming across as affable and courteous—Wang Jian felt even greater respect and admiration for him. “In any case, thank you very much, Venerable. May I ask what your title is?” For some reason, Wang Jian—who was usually so brash—began speaking in a refined, scholarly manner when facing Mu Tian, completely lacking the fierce demeanor of a military “demon.” Mu Tian smiled. “Camp Commander Wang, you’ve misunderstood. I’m no ‘Venerable.’ I’m at the same cultivation level as you—in fact, my cultivation is even lower than yours. As for my name, it’s no secret: I’m Mu Tian, from Tianhai Academy. I’ll be teaching at Tianjiang Academy in the future, so I hope you’ll look out for me then, Camp Commander Wang.” “What? You’re that volunteer teacher, Mu Tian?!!!” No sooner had Mu Tian finished speaking than Wang Jian’s face became a veritable spectacle, his expressions shifting like a magic trick—by the time Mu Tian looked at him, his face had gone completely blank. Mu Tian was completely baffled, unaware of the underlying circumstances. He had intended to ask what was going on, but upon seeing Wang Jian looking as if he’d just suffered a stroke—and remembering that he still had Luo Yi in his care—he decided against it. He simply smiled at the others and took his leave. It wasn’t until Mu Tian had walked a good distance away that Wang Jian snapped back to his senses. “Mu Tian… he… it’s actually Mu Tian! Aren’t there rumors out there that Mu Tian has low cultivation and mediocre combat prowess? Damn it, if that godlike, invincible presence is considered ‘weak,’ then who the hell is actually strong?”