Life on Mount Olympus was peaceful, yet dreadfully dull! Fortunately, having Yuwen Tuo around to constantly instruct him kept Ye Wen from running out of things to do.

Every day after sunrise, he would fetch Yuwen Tuo and train him in that dilapidated arena. After a few days, Yuwen Tuo's swordsmanship had finally taken a semblance of form, yet even so, Ye Wen did not teach him a complete set of sword forms.

During these days, he had also figured things out: if he were to teach Yuwen Tuo step-by-step, making this disciple start from the basics like his many others, then slowly practice routines before finally grasping the true way to use swordplay, there was simply not enough time.

So, Ye Wen decided to change his teaching method—he would only teach the fundamental uses of these weapons, and let endless real combat turn those absolute basics into instinct. As for complete, choreographed moves, they would not be Yuwen Tuo's focus; at most, he would demonstrate them a couple of times so the disciple would know roughly what the technique entailed.

“In other words, you don't need to consider which martial art this move belongs to, or what it looked like originally. You only need to remember the general function of the move and know when to deploy it!”

This should have been an extremely profound martial arts philosophy, one unattainable without decades of arduous training or heaven-defying comprehension. But Yuwen Tuo’s situation was somewhat different; his exceptional physical foundation ensured that even basic moves, when executed by him, could unleash devastating power. Considering that all complex techniques are merely variations of these fundamental actions, it was better to focus solely on honing the boy’s foundation.

“I wonder what kind of person I will end up cultivating!”

Due to the construction of the Golden Sword, after learning swordsmanship, Ye Wen seamlessly taught Yuwen Tuo basic sabre techniques as well, without specifically distinguishing which was a sword move and which was a sabre move. After all, the appearance of the Golden Sword, resembling a Western broadsword, was perfectly suited to execute the forms of either weapon.

After several days of teaching this way, when Yuwen Tuo wielded the Golden Sword, people could no longer discern whether it was swordplay or sabre play. Perhaps one second he was thrusting the sword straight, and the next he was executing a 'Splitting Mount Hua' chop. Sabre and sword techniques blended together; any martial artist accustomed to set forms would likely be utterly bewildered by this chaotic assault.

Unfortunately, this was Mount Olympus, home to formidable gods, for whom these absolute basics were hardly worthy of notice. Even Phantassos stopped watching after sneaking a look for a few days, likely concluding he wouldn't learn anything useful by continuing to observe.

“After you master the Golden Sword, you will practice the long spear… However, since this Golden Spear also features smaller branches, using it involves an extra locking technique, which might be trickier than the Golden Sword!”

Yuwen Tuo merely grunted, offering no commentary on Ye Wen's arrangements. He understood that since he had accepted this man as his master, he shouldn't overthink things; he just needed to train according to the master's instructions.

Furthermore, over the past few days, the most evident fact was that he was gradually adapting to the weight of the Gold Cloth. Although he still could not make the Libra Cloth acknowledge him as its master, his formidable physical strength was slowly being awakened. Even bearing the burden of this heavy armor, he could still move with ease.

“Before practicing spear forms, I will demonstrate the sole spear technique of our school!”

Saying this, he casually picked up a long spear—the Golden Spear, naturally—and performed the Tang Family Overlord Spear sequence.

When unleashed by Ye Wen, this spear sequence was far more terrifying than it was in the original narrative. Wherever the spear tip pointed, the result was a landscape of flying sand and scattering stones. In mere moments, a cloud of dust rose within the arena; if not for Yuwen Tuo’s specialized eyes, he might have lost sight of Ye Wen's movements entirely.

When Ye Wen finished the entire spear sequence, the arena looked as if it had been swept clean; the dust and gravel had vanished. If it weren't for its continued ruin, it would look brand new.

Looking around, Yuwen Tuo suddenly remarked, “Master, can this disciple skip learning this street-sweeping spear technique?”

“No… Practice it well. If you can bring these basic movements to this level of imposing force, then in the path of the spear, you will have truly entered the threshold!”

Ye Wen was not truly proficient in spear arts; his ability to perform it relied on his profound cultivation and extensive experience. If discussing spear techniques strictly, the Guan Lu-yan father and daughter on Mount Shu would be the strongest. The Tang Family Overlord Spear he just executed, while magnificent, would certainly look like showing off one's meager skill before an expert (like Guan Yu) if truly encountered.

However, it was sufficient for teaching Yuwen Tuo. Moreover, Ye Wen was not teaching in-depth; he only taught the basic movements of the spear forms one by one, leaving Yuwen Tuo to comprehend them himself, serving only as a sparring partner to feed him moves, nothing more.

Several more days passed this way, and Yuwen Tuo familiarized himself with the essential keys of the spear forms. Next, Ye Wen had him practice the crutch and the shield! The nunchaku and the three-section staff were reserved for last—the reason was simple: Ye Wen didn't know them!

For these few types of weapons, Ye Wen only knew the superficial aspects; he didn't even know the basic principles himself. He was fortunate to have a communicator on hand, connecting directly to Mount Shu to ask which knowledgeable person could quickly brief him so he could then instruct Yuwen Tuo.

Fortunately, Ye Wen conducted these matters privately in his own room. Otherwise, if Yuwen Tuo had discovered that his master was also learning on the fly, he might have lost a considerable amount of confidence in him.

After teaching these six types of weapons, Ye Wen unceremoniously pulled out Huang Tianhua’s pair of great hammers and tossed them to Yuwen Tuo, telling him to get familiar with them too. Since he had already learned so much, adding these two wouldn't make much difference.

As a result, less than two months after becoming a disciple, Yuwen Tuo became the most versatile student on Mount Shu, mastering the largest arsenal of weapons among them—a total of eight types (counting the Golden Sword as two). If one accounted for the variations within these weapons, the number would be even higher.

Although he still couldn't claim to master the eighteen traditional weapons, he was close to ten. Ye Wen was quite satisfied with this disciple. After Yuwen Tuo had roughly grasped the usage of the great hammers, he even joked, “Even if your future achievements are limited, you can easily become the drill instructor for the Heavenly Soldiers in the Heavenly Court!”

Yuwen Tuo’s face darkened. While working in the Heavenly Court sounded like a promising future, the position of instructor was hardly something to boast about.

However, casually weighing the great hammers in his hands, Yuwen Tuo suddenly asked Ye Wen, “Master, these hammers feel quite suited to my hands. Could they be gifted to your disciple?”

Ye Wen paused, surprised that after training for so long, his disciple showed a particular fondness for the hammers. But considering his earlier deductions, it likely related to the boy’s physique, so he nodded: “These great hammers were originally Huang Tianhua’s weapons; they aren’t anything rare or particularly unique, but they are sturdy and sufficiently weighty. They are appropriate for you to use right now!”

As he spoke, Ye Wen inwardly mused, "If my estimation is correct, this boy's transmigrated body is either a condensation of the thunder god Thor's divine power or an alteration of Thor’s Mjölnir. It’s not surprising he likes great hammers. I just wonder if any abnormalities will manifest?"

Ever since hearing about Yuwen Tuo’s circumstances, he had harbored this speculation. Combined with the subtle clairvoyant abilities of his own Glazed Pupils, even if he couldn't see the absolute truth, he could discern the general outline: there were basically only these two possibilities for Yuwen Tuo possessing such an outstanding physical body.

This explained why the Valkyrie mistook Yuwen Tuo, who had just arrived in this world, for the resurrected Thor. Ye Wen even suspected the Valkyrie might have seen the truth, which is why she deliberately named Yuwen Tuo 'Thor'—this led Ye Wen’s formless inclination toward the theory that Yuwen Tuo had possessed the body of the deceased Thor.

If that were the case, did it mean there was a treasure waiting for his disciple in Odin's divine race? But if so, would Yuwen Tuo be consumed by the latent divine power of Thor hidden within his body, reverting him back to the thunder god of the Odin lineage?

He couldn't help but worry, as he himself was a case of borrowing a corpse to return to life. He had suffered greatly from the original occupant back then; that feeling of aching headache was far from pleasant. At that time, he had only encountered the soul of a weak, ordinary mortal. Now, Yuwen Tuo might have taken over the body of a god, and the peril involved was undoubtedly far greater than his own.

Since he had accepted this disciple, he naturally had to plan properly for him. Ye Wen certainly wouldn't give up on the Mjölnir; after all, increasing his disciple's strength was equivalent to increasing the strength of the Mount Shu Sect. The question was how and when to obtain it; this required careful scheming.

The first priority was to enhance Yuwen Tuo’s strength so that the moment he obtained Mjölnir, he wouldn't lose himself. Ye Wen had to ensure Yuwen Tuo's power could suppress Mjölnir and any residual consciousness of Thor that might exist within his body.

“Sigh, I feel myself increasingly leaning toward the role of a doting elder companion!”

He reached up to stroke his forehead, feeling he was overthinking things. Whatever the situation, it was what it was. He needed to do what he should do, and as for Yuwen Tuo’s future, it was ultimately up to the disciple himself. He should stop worrying so much.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries with Yuwen Tuo and waiting for him to catch his breath, Ye Wen said, “Let’s go. I need to accompany you down the mountain to meet your senior sister!”

Zhang Ling had departed about a month ago. She sent a message today saying she had spotted Mount Olympus! Ye Wen knew, however, that the mountain was visible from afar, and given Zhang Ling’s speed, even after spotting it, it would likely take another day of flying to arrive.

So, he continued teaching Yuwen Tuo at an unhurried pace, and only when he judged the time to be right did he prepare to take him down the mountain to meet Zhang Ling.

Yuwen Tuo asked no further questions, simply grunting 'Oh' before accepting the two great hammers. Ye Wen had gifted Yuwen Tuo a stack of storage artifacts resembling wrist guards early on; though the space inside was not vast, it was enough to store the Gold Cloth and these hammers. Although the shield of the Libra Cloth could also hold a weapon, Yuwen Tuo felt it was safer to keep them in the storage artifacts.

Riding along on Ye Wen's sword light, Yuwen Tuo was quite fascinated by the ability to fly, constantly looking around without feeling any boredom. By the time he snapped back to attention, he and his master had landed at the foot of Mount Olympus.

Mount Olympus was also surrounded by a restrictive formation; one could not simply charge up the mountain. When Shen Gongbao brought Ye Wen here before, they had also arrived at the base first, then flown up along the cliff face before landing at a suitable spot.

Zhang Ling, arriving on the artifact called Cui Jun, naturally couldn't charge straight to the summit where the Pantheon stood; she too had to land at the base. Less than ten minutes after Ye Wen and Yuwen Tuo stood firm, a black speck was seen flying towards them from a distance, moving quite fast. In a short while, the two could clearly see a person sitting atop the gourd.

“Huh?”

With Yuwen Tuo’s special pupils, he could see clearly, but one glance brought forth a gasp of surprise, as Zhang Ling's attire was utterly astonishing: “This Moe Girl in a sailor uniform is that Senior Sister?”

Ye Wen smiled but said nothing, thinking, If you saw your Senior Sister’s Zanpakutō, you’d probably spit blood!

Under their gazes, the massive gourd halted before them. Upon seeing her master, Zhang Ling finally let out a breath of relief. Although her face remained expressionless, her eyes revealed her inner thoughts—Finally arrived!

She jumped off the gourd carrying Garfield, tossed the small cat onto the ground, bowed to her master, and then turned, raising her foot to deliver a hard kick to the gourd.

The brown leather boot struck the gourd with a dull thud, and immediately the gourd shot back into the sky, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye.

“…” Yuwen Tuo looked at Zhang Ling’s cold demeanor and explosive action and shivered inwardly: This Senior Sister has quite a temper!

But looking down, he saw a small cat, barely larger than his palm, squatting before him, tilting its head up with a curious look: “Hey? Is this Senior Sister’s pet?”

He had intended to use this as an opportunity to get closer to his Senior Sister, but Zhang Ling completely ignored him. It was only when Ye Wen spoke that he said, “No, this is the divine beast that guards our Mount Shu Sect!”

“Hahaha, Master, you truly love to joke!” Yuwen Tuo picked up the kitten, even extending a finger to tease it. He didn't believe anything about a mountain-guarding divine beast. Unfortunately, the little fellow was completely uncooperative, ignoring his teasing finger, merely staring at him with its round eyes.

Glancing over, Ye Wen seemed to be speaking with Zhang Ling—probably asking if she brought the medicinal herbs and how things were on Mount Shu. Yuwen Tuo lost interest after hearing a couple of sentences and returned to teasing the cat in his hands.

After looking for a moment, he suddenly flipped Garfield over, muttering, “I wonder if it’s male or female!”

Just as he was about to look closer, Garfield’s eyes suddenly flashed, and then a green mist began to emanate from its body, a mist containing terrifying heat that instantly scalded Yuwen Tuo into releasing his grip.

Freed from restraint, Garfield opened its small mouth and shouted, “Meow!” The surrounding mist swelled, and then it tucked in its hind paws and left front paw towards its waist, pulling its right paw back before immediately swinging it upwards, unleashing a perfectly standard right hook.

Logically, given Garfield’s size, even with such a perfectly executed punch, it shouldn't be able to hit Yuwen Tuo. But as Garfield threw its punch, a gigantic cyan-green dragon materialized out of thin air. The roaring dragon, mouth agape, slammed directly into Yuwen Tuo’s face, launching the young man, who intended to molest Garfield, high into the air.

Yuwen Tuo spun around in the sky for I don’t know how many revolutions before continuing to fall while still spinning. He finally crashed onto a massive boulder with a loud thump, shattering the hard, Olympus-native stone into fragments—he should consider himself lucky that he was wearing the Gold Cloth, or even if this impact didn't kill him, he would have sustained severe injuries.

Garfield stood on the ground, hopped twice back and forth, then snorted dismissively at the immobilized Yuwen Tuo lying on the ground before squatting back down and licking its right paw with narrowed eyes.

Ye Wen said nothing, merely introducing to Zhang Ling, “That is my new disciple, Yuwen Tuo!”

Zhang Ling adopted an expression of 'Here we go again,' walked over, and poked the unmoving Yuwen Tuo with her Zanpakutō, still in its sheath: “I am Zhang Ling, nice to meet you!”

Yuwen Tuo, lying on the ground stiff as a board: “……”

Ye Wen, however, scooped up Garfield and asked the little thing, “How did you get here?”

Garfield waved a small front paw in greeting to Ye Wen, then clasped both front paws together in an appeasing gesture. Ye Wen immediately understood: the little fellow had gotten bored and followed. He didn't believe Zhang Ling would deliberately bring this creature; the only explanation was that Garfield had followed on its own.

“Never mind, since you’re here, you’re here… But there are quite a few weirdos on Mount Olympus, just be careful!” After thinking about it, he supposed no one would be so ruthless as to prey on such a small creature?

Unexpectedly, Garfield glanced at Yuwen Tuo still lying on the ground and adopted an expression of deep agreement, as if to say, I understand! As soon as Yuwen Tuo looked up, he immediately lay back down, burying his face in the shattered stones, refusing to lift it again.

Being disciplined by a cat was one thing, but now being scorned by a small cat gave Yuwen Tuo the first genuine urge to die he had felt in years.

Fortunately, none of the others mentioned the incident again. Yuwen Tuo retrieved the helmet of the Cloth he hadn't worn yet, placed it on his head, and activated a very special ability on the helmet—Face Concealment (only revealing the jaw and mouth; no matter how one looked, the area above the nose was shrouded in shadow and invisible). Only then did he climb up and return to Mount Olympus with Ye Wen.