It was impossible to blame Ye Wen for his utter astonishment, as he simply could not grasp the situation unfolding before him.

"To deliberately throw oneself into another's hands—what kind of move is that?"

If Athena had been plotting against Artemis, he could have reasoned that the Goddess of War simply disliked Artemis and sought to cause her trouble. But the current predicament was utterly bewildering.

Ye Wen certainly didn't consider himself some impossibly handsome figure capable of enraging Heaven and infuriating mortals, nor did he believe he practiced some special cultivation technique to enchant women—the Primordial Violet Qi was a pure Daoist method, emphasizing a desireless and clear heart. And the Hun Tian Bao Jian had nothing to do with seduction either! This only deepened his confusion as to why this was happening.

"Could it be she recognized my extraordinary talent?"

His bewildered thoughts were evident in his eyes, unhidden, and the Goddess of Wisdom and War saw them clearly. Seeing Ye Wen's expression, Athena offered a rather teasing smile. "Actually... you don't need to complicate things so much!"

"Oh? Then perhaps you can explain?" He was keen to hear what reason the great goddess would offer.

Unexpectedly, the goddess leaned back slightly, then slowly lifted one leg until it rested over the other. As Ye Wen watched, the simple hem of her long gown lifted slightly, revealing a flash of her fair, tender calf.

"It's just that I've been alone too long and feel a bit lonely. I'm simply looking for a suitable partner!"

Ye Wen refused to believe such nonsense. This woman had been alone for ages without ever contemplating such a thing; why now, upon his arrival at Mount Olympus, did she suddenly decide she needed a man?

"You don't believe me?" Athena's smile never wavered, not even when Ye Wen wore an expression that clearly said, I wouldn't believe you if you paid me. She showed no hint of displeasure. "Actually, I can prove it."

"No, I don't believe you, and I don't need your proof!" Ye Wen was direct. He felt that continuing this conversation with Athena would only lead him into her rhythm, and a moment's carelessness would have him led by the nose. Thus, he cut the topic short, adopted a posture that clearly indicated he wished the conversation to end, closed his eyes, and feigned slumber.

This action was clearly a signal for her departure. Athena paused in slight surprise before regaining her composure. Then, leaving behind the words, "Think about it!" she rose and, after glancing back at Ye Wen, left the palace.

Only when the sound of Athena’s footsteps faded into complete silence did Ye Wen open his eyes again. The moment he did, he was met by Yuwentuo’s utterly bewildered expression. "What’s with that look?"

"Master..." The way Yuwentuo said 'Master' this time was far more sincere than all the previous times. "You are truly incredible!" The sentiment was absolutely genuine. If this disciple hadn't been weighed down by the pressingly uncomfortable Golden Cloth, he likely would have immediately knelt before his master.

For Ye Wen, the incident was merely surprising, but for Yuwentuo, the impact was more profound than being struck directly on the head by a comet.

Who was Athena? Although he had limited knowledge of Greek mythology, he had certainly heard of the goddess. She was a figure even Ares, the legitimate God of War on Mount Olympus, could not handle—a being that made even the King of the Gods, Zeus, deeply frustrated (and rightly so, as Athena sprang directly from his head).

Mount Olympus held many powerful individuals, but Athena ranked among the absolute top echelon. Such a woman had just offered to marry his Master. Contrasting this with his own failure to even win over a single Valkyrie, the gap seemed impossibly vast.

At this moment, Yuwentuo desperately wished his Master would pass on this skill to him. He harbored no illusions about having harems like the transmigrators in novels; simply managing to successfully court a Valkyrie would satisfy him completely.

"Master..."

"Stop daydreaming and get back to your practice!" Ye Wen, finally understanding his disciple’s thoughts, felt a mixture of exasperation and amusement. The boy had no idea that Ye Wen himself was troubled by this very matter—not because a woman, especially a beautiful one, wanted to marry him, but because the woman was Athena. This complication was proving very troublesome.

As far as he knew, although Athena was a rare virgin goddess on Olympus, possessing formidable intelligence and immense strength, she was still sought after by many.

Including the King of the Gods, Zeus, and the Sea God, Poseidon, both of whom desired to claim her. Setting aside others for a moment, there were already two B-rank figures on Mount Olympus targeting this woman! Athena dragging him into this situation meant he was effectively positioning himself against those two B-rank powers.

He could disregard Poseidon for now; they were already enemies because of Artemis, and having already clashed, reconciliation was impossible.

Zeus... Ye Wen had actually been hoping to foster a good relationship with Zeus. Athena stirring up this situation meant he could forget about building any rapport!

"Could it be... this is exactly what this woman intended?"

Thinking it over, it wasn't an impossible motive. But what benefit would this bring Athena? He couldn't fathom it immediately, so he pushed the matter aside. Since he had no intention of taking the goddess as a partner anyway, there was no need to dwell on it. He would deal with problems as they arose.

Glancing at Yuwentuo, who was already meditating nearby, Ye Wen turned his attention to planning how to instruct his disciple.

Yuwentuo’s cultivation speed was astonishing; he would likely master the Complete Heart Sutra soon. What martial art should he learn next?

After some thought, Ye Wen decided on the Minor Formless Skill. It wasn't for any particular reason, but mainly because of the divine power latent within the disciple. If it conflicted with other cultivation methods, it would be disastrous. The Minor Formless Skill was the most compatible among the methods Ye Wen possessed—though he wasn't sure how it would fare against a power system from a completely different lineage.

As for why he hadn't considered this during the Complete Heart Sutra training, it was because if the latter failed, it wasn't a great loss; it was just an introductory skill. But if a subsequent, major technique encountered problems, the repercussions would be far greater, potentially affecting his entire future path. Caution was necessary.

For now, the Minor Formless Skill wasn't an immediate concern; based on current progress, the disciple might reach the point of needing subsequent arts in just three to five months.

However, Ye Wen had more immediate things to teach him. As a Libra Saint, how could he not know how to wield weapons?

In terms of external combat skills and weapon mastery, Yuwentuo had a great deal to learn. Just considering the spear, longsword, shield (which could also function as a meteor hammer or chain weapon), staff, nunchaku, and three-section staff—each required extensive practice time.

Simultaneously, through practicing these external arts, Ye Wen hoped to stimulate the divine power within Yuwentuo's body, ideally before his Complete Heart Sutra reached a certain level. Only then could he accurately judge whether Yuwentuo could continue practicing Eastern internal arts. If there was severe conflict, it needed to be resolved early.

So, as the sun rose the next day, Yuwentuo, still asleep, was yanked out of bed by Ye Wen and ordered to complete his washing and dressing in the shortest time possible, then put on his Cloth and follow him out to practice.

"Master... aren't we having breakfast?"

Yuwentuo was not Ye Wen; he was still fundamentally human and required sustenance to maintain life.

Ye Wen merely gave a fiendish smile, tossing back, "Don't eat yet, you'll throw it up!" before leading the way out.

"What's with him... why not learn from someone who isn't directionally challenged..."

Muttering under his breath, Yuwentuo followed behind, yawning occasionally as he glanced around. Finally, he realized they had arrived in a ruin.

Though some structures remained, they were dilapidated. There was also a vast square, surrounded by what looked like broken stands on all four sides, resembling an old stadium.

"This is the abandoned Colosseum on Mount Olympus. No one comes here normally. We will train here from now on!"

Ye Wen had already gathered intelligence on the area. Having found a suitable environment, he intended to utilize it fully.

"What I'm teaching you today isn't complicated. We start with the absolute basics!"

"What?" Yuwentuo paused, considering. The absolute basics? Perhaps meditation? In his impression of cultivation or immortality, people just sat around doing nothing, finding some remote gully and sitting for millennia.

He was entirely ignorant of the origins of the Shu Mountain Sect, nor did he know what their techniques entailed. He assumed they were like the cultivation sects in novels.

Therefore, when Ye Wen commanded, "Horse Stance!" Yuwentuo froze, unable to process the words for a long moment.

"Horse Stance?"

He even suspected his ears were malfunctioning and causing auditory hallucinations. Why else would he hear such a term from traditional martial arts?

"Master, aren't we an immortal cultivation sect?"

Ye Wen nodded, confirming Yuwentuo hadn't misheard, and then briefly explained, "Our Shu Mountain Sect differs slightly from others; we rose to power through martial prowess!"

"Huh?"

"That means our sect members cultivate martial arts to achieve immortality. So stop staring blankly and hold the stance!" Ye Wen suddenly produced a short staff, waving it to conjure numerous shadows. With several sharp thwacks, Yuwentuo felt blows land sequentially on his knees, abdomen, and arms.

They didn't actually hurt, but after those few strikes, his entire body involuntarily settled into a posture. Yuwentuo looked down and realized it was the perfect, orthodox Horse Stance.

Ye Wen tapped Yuwentuo’s slightly shifting form with the staff again. "Memorize this posture; it must not waver in the slightest!"

Yuwentuo silently lamented, I'm doomed! He never imagined the Shu Mountain Sect was a martial arts school where entry-level disciples began with such the most fundamental exercise. He had expected immortal sects to involve sitting in a place and emerging as an immortal.

However, since he was already on this sinking ship, choosing to quit was not an option. Furthermore, he had witnessed Ye Wen's terrifying strength. A master like this was hard to find—even if there were beings in this world stronger than Ye Wen, he would have to find them first. And even if he did, they might not accept him as a disciple.

Although Yuwentuo was a transmigrator who harbored various fantasies about his new life, he wasn't an idiot. He knew that rewards required effort; becoming powerful without suffering any hardship was nearly impossible.

So, he gritted his teeth and endured, bearing the terrifying weight of the Golden Cloth while rigidly maintaining the Horse Stance, ensuring Ye Wen had no excuse to reprimand him.

This display of perseverance slightly surprised Ye Wen, who nodded inwardly. "It seems this kid isn't entirely useless; he possesses some willpower."

Seeing him persist through sheer grit, Ye Wen suddenly recited a few incantations and pointed a finger. Yuwentuo immediately felt the internal Zhenqi respond to a command, swirling within his body.

With every rotation, he felt relief; his lower body, which was nearly numb, gradually felt better. At this moment, he didn't realize his Master was imparting the subtle keys to maintaining the Horse Stance. If he were an idiot, he would miss the point, but Yuwentuo focused his spirit, memorizing the process clearly. Unaware that Ye Wen had withdrawn his hand and stood aside, he began circulating his internal Zhenqi according to the method just taught.

Ye Wen observed for a moment, then nodded with satisfaction. While Yuwentuo’s comprehension wasn't top-tier, his excellent physical conditioning, coupled with some perseverance and quick reaction time, resulted in a very impressive cultivation speed.

In fact, that brief exercise was a deliberate test by Ye Wen. Among his many disciples, Li Xiaoyao needed almost no guidance; upon just assuming the Horse Stance, he instantly grasped the core principle and began circulating Zhenqi on his own, requiring Ye Wen only to correct minor errors.

Yue Ning already understood these basics upon entering the sect. Zhou Zhiruo was guided personally during her practice—since she was very young then, Ye Wen taught her these incantations while she held the stance, so there was no test.

Further down the line, Xu Ping entered with existing skills; Liu Muyan simply lacked much talent and achieved limited success in the end; Guo Jing was another matter—without instruction, he wouldn't even consider it, only gradually becoming receptive in his later years, eventually completing the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms.

Li Xiaoyao has been mentioned. Wei Hong received almost no direct guidance from him. As for Guan Luyan and the others, they are too unique to discuss now.

All things considered, Yuwentuo’s comprehension ranked mid-to-high among his disciples, but his overall attributes were the best! Li Xiaoyao’s main drawback was his physical condition, though that greatly improved after consuming that spiritual fruit.

This meant that if properly guided, Yuwentuo had the potential to become one of Ye Wen's most outstanding disciples, just like Li Xiaoyao. Discovering this prospect filled Ye Wen with anticipation.

One morning was enough for Yuwentuo to learn the Horse Stance, but his suffering was only just beginning. Having identified the disciple as promising material, Ye Wen put aside other concerns and focused entirely on teaching him here on Mount Olympus.

After finishing the Horse Stance training that morning, Ye Wen fetched some food for Yuwentuo, let him rest briefly, and then began instruction on weaponry.

"Since you are already wearing this Cloth, I won't say more, but you must know how to use the accompanying weapons..."

"But you’re the one who forced this set onto me..."

Ignoring Yuwentuo’s complaint, Ye Wen had the disciple unfasten all the weapons attached to the Cloth and lay them out in a line on the ground. Ye Wen then picked up a Golden Sword first.

"Although our sect has many techniques, swordplay and palm techniques are primary. I'll start by showing you some of our sword forms!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ye Wen demonstrated the Quanzhen Swordplay. He didn't perform the sword forms in an overly flashy or dazzling manner designed to confuse the eye; he simply executed the set methodically before switching to the next.

From Quanzhen Swordplay to Roaming Swan Sword, then the Thirteen Cloud Formations of Changing Illusions, and the Twin Swords of Extinction—interspersed with moves like the Chain-Killing Three Immortals Sword and the Three Peaks of Mount Tai—followed by techniques like the Finger-Winding Soft Sword and the Shenmen Thirteen Swords...

Ye Wen unleashed a rapid-fire medley of all the sword forms from the Shu Mountain Sect, concluding by performing several blade techniques—the Five Tiger Gate-Slaying Saber, Bloody Saber Technique, and Profound Void Saber Technique—as well as the Unrestricted Weapon Skill Seven Revolving Slash, all using the longsword.

"The last few were originally saber techniques, but this Golden Sword, though called a longsword, is similar to a Western broadsword, making it suitable for saber stances, so..."

He rattled off a large chunk of explanation, and when he looked up, he saw Yuwentuo staring at him, mouth agape in astonishment.

"What is it?"

Yuwentuo shook his head dazedly, but then nodded again, finally sputtering out, "Master... these martial arts of our sect..."

Hearing this, Ye Wen immediately understood. Every time he demonstrated a technique, he announced the name of the sword art. One or two names might not register, but when grouped together like this, Yuwentuo instantly realized where all these martial arts originated.

"Ah, when I named these techniques, I was too lazy to use my brain much..."

"I see!" Yuwentuo wiped the non-existent sweat from his brow, then paused, suddenly asking curiously, "By the way, Master, what are the more famous palm techniques in our sect?" He deliberately emphasized the word famous, the meaning clear enough.

Ye Wen didn't mind and casually listed them: "Iron Palm, Soft Palm, Heaven and Earth Net Posture, Snow-Drifting Cloud-Piercing Palm, and the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms!"

Yuwentuo felt his head spinning the more he listened. After hearing this string of names, he suddenly blurted out, "Master, is our sect's uniform by Adidas, by any chance?"