The Kylin Peak, was not a fixed geographical location, but rather any mountain summit where Earth’s Martial God, Song Wendong, happened to train, that would be referred to as Kylin Peak. Atop the emerald green mountains, a small stone hut betrayed no hint of grandeur, conveying an air of proud solitude.

As Earth's strongest martial artist, he was lonely, yet few truly understood the nature of that loneliness. Qin Fen slowly brought his aircraft to a landing at the foot of the mountain.

Looking up at the majestically towering Kylin Peak, he took the first step onto the staircase leading to the summit. The simple stone hut stood there quietly; ordinary people would likely pass by without giving it a second glance, but to a master of martial arts, it evoked a different sensation.

Though this small stone house lacked any opulent decoration, it possessed a regal majesty surpassing even the Purple Forbidden City in Shengjing—an aura that could swallow the heavens! Qin Fen ascended with measured steps, planting his foot on the final riser leading to the stone hut.

Squeak, the wooden door of the hut let out a grating sound of rusted metal hinges. In the dimly lit interior, Song Wendong’s almost heaven-reaching presence remained completely undisturbed.

This time, Song Wendong did not unleash the wave of fist energy that had threatened to blast Qin Fen off the mountain during his previous visit to Kylin Peak to propose marriage. Now, Qin Fen was no longer the novice martial arts master of yesteryear, but the genuine Martial Grandmaster of the Federation, a man capable of engaging a Martial Venerable and withdrawing unscathed.

If he didn't qualify as a Martial Grandmaster, few others in the Federation deserved the title. Song Wendong stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his tiger-like eyes assessing Qin Fen from head to toe, and stated lightly, "No small improvement." "Indeed." Qin Fen cupped his hands and bowed, "I am here on two matters." "Two matters?" Song Wendong displayed a touch of surprise.

Aside from sparring to confirm martial progress, what else could there be? "First, I wish to witness the unique Aura of the Kylin—the Du Wo Qi." Song Wendong raised an eyebrow, a faint, self-mocking smile touching the corner of his lips.

He hadn't expected his perception to lag behind that of that girl, Song Jia. In all the years Qin Fen had traveled, he had actually encountered the Du Wo Qi.

"The second matter is confidential." Qin Fen dropped his cupped hands, the slight bend in his back slowly straightening. "I intend to become a Divine Beast Martial Artist." In that instant, Qin Fen’s aura exploded like a spiraling vortex, adding another soaring, vast power to Kylin Peak—an aura capable of crushing everything!

Song Wendong’s pupils, unchanged for many years, suddenly constricted violently. A Divine Beast?

Becoming a Divine Beast Martial Artist? Breaking through before the Heroes’ Assembly?

Such audacity! It was truly surprising!

"Too many claim to be the foremost figure of the younger generation," Qin Fen said plainly, hands behind his back. "Shangguan Chuanqi, the Little Hades, even Xue Tian who slashes in fury—all are heroes of this age.

Among us, it's likely none will proactively challenge another." Song Wendong strongly agreed with Qin Fen’s assessment, nodding slightly. The four most outstanding young martial artists of the era all believed themselves to be the foremost under heaven.

Where in the world would the number one challenge someone ranked beneath them? True powerhouses stood at the pinnacle, waiting for challengers to ascend.

Challenging another meant inherently conceding a drop in momentum! Shangguan Chuanqi, after becoming the most legendary martial artist on Mars, had ceased challenging any peers, consistently holding the title of the generation's best.

Hades had fought Qin Fen, but that was not a challenge; it was acting on Song Wendong’s "decree" to kill someone. As for Xue Tian, though he usually acted carefree and unconcerned, deep down he harbored the same mindset as the foremost of his generation.

Those lacking such ambition could never reach such heights. Song Wendong suddenly felt a pang of envy for Qin Fen.

The paths of past martial artists were always brilliant, but never had any generation's path shone so brightly. Any one of these four, placed in a previous martial era, would have been the undisputed foremost young master.

Yet, they all appeared simultaneously in one era, something martial artists from other times could only envy. "Since none will challenge the others, I shall first complete the path of the Divine Beast," Qin Fen tilted his head slightly toward the sky.

"I trust the other three think the same?" Song Wendong smiled silently. When standing at the same altitude, thoughts often converged.

Not long ago, Shangguan Chuanqi had sent a letter stating he would soon arrive for a spar and to request guidance. He hadn't expected Qin Fen to arrive first.

"Then, let us begin." As Qin Fen finished speaking, he stomped his foot, drawing his arm back like an archer releasing an arrow. His posture was simple and ancient, a textbook Fierce Tiger Emerges.

His fist rotated, cutting through the air with a whistling sound, making the entire Kylin Peak echo as if hundreds of tigers roared simultaneously; the leaves on ten thousand trees rustled incessantly. Song Wendong shifted his upper body slightly to evade the strike toward his head.

His right hand pressed down on Qin Fen’s fist, and his left arm swept forward—a Wild Horse Parts Its Mane from the simplified twenty-four form of Taijiquan, aimed directly at Qin Fen’s armpit! This usually gentle fist technique was now swift as lightning, his arm moving like a battle spear piercing through an army, unstoppable.

Qin Fen’s tightly clenched five fingers suddenly spread open like a tiger’s claw. Utilizing the downward force of Song Wendong’s right hand, he swiftly hooked toward the opponent’s vital spot!

This strike possessed extreme range; his finger bones swelled inch by inch, muscles contracting and rotating like a ghost hand forged from refined steel—a Monkey Steals the Peach! Only this time, the 'peach' wasn't Song Wendong's groin, but his kidney.

A vulgar strike imbued with the force of violent annihilation. Song Wendong couldn't help but secretly praise Qin Fen for finally integrating the various martial auras he had previously suppressed.

In a flash of light, Song Wendong’s extended left hand suddenly flicked upward! His index finger stabbed like a needle toward the muscle of Qin Fen’s right arm!

No retreat! No defense!

Every move fought for the initiative! In the instant of engagement, every strike launched was purely offensive, forcing the opponent into a defensive posture just to save themselves.

After several exchanges, Qin Fen seized an opportunity, stepping half a pace forward, and unleashed a whipping punch resembling the Straight Step Single Whip! The entire Kylin Peak instantly whipped up an unparalleled gale.

The surrounding forest, normally capable of stopping fierce winds, roared ceaselessly. The God-Smiting Whip!

Qin Fen’s creation, integrating the whip punches from various boxing styles! It didn't matter if the target was a deity or a demon; they would all be struck down with one whip.

Facing this blow, majestic as heaven and earth, Song Wendong stiffened his spine! As his back joints audibly cracked, he squatted low, settling into a horse stance, and met Qin Fen’s God-Smiting Whip with both hands in a hammer stance.

The ancient battlefield boasted countless weapons, but the most brutal were only two: the steel whip and the iron hammer! If Qin Fen used a whip, Song Wendong, a Divine Beast Martial Artist, certainly would not yield.

Song Wendong’s hammer strikes were equally fierce and domineering. As the rush of air began, it collided and raged against Qin Fen’s whip wind, like hundreds of steel saws scraping against each other in the air, producing a sharp, piercing sound.

The collision of hammer and whip roared like the wrath of thunder. Qin Fen’s body shook slightly, his entire musculature flaring as true qi violently repelled the hammer's force, immediately followed by a Sealing God List punch!

Song Wendong, as before, neither dodged nor retreated. Instead, he met Qin Fen’s brute force with equal ferocity, exchanging punch for punch, neither yielding ground.

However, this confrontation proved disastrous for the already undulating and magnificent mountain beneath their feet. The immense impact force was equivalent to ten thousand heavy bombers simultaneously leveling the entire mountain range, blowing apart and shattering the ridges.

Martial masters cultivating within Kylin Mountain soared into the air, gazing at the colossal battle in stunned silence. A single ripple of displaced air approaching from a distance was enough to keep them busy for half an hour.

This brutal, yet utterly skilled, exchange lasted only a very short time, but the devastation it wrought was immense. Qin Fen floated high in the air, his expression calm, showing no trace of fatigue or weakness.

A faint smile touched his lips as he looked at Song Wendong. "Well?" "Beyond expectation." Song Wendong showed no concealment in praising Qin Fen's strength.

"I wonder, if I knocked you out again, would that be even more surprising?" Qin Fen laughed, recalling the master's previous move. Song Wendong’s strength seemed to have progressed significantly since that fight, but knocking him out again would likely not be an easy feat.

"Regarding the rest, I offer no comment," Song Wendong waved a hand dismissively. "You may go.

Where is your next stop?" "Jupiter." "Azure Dragon?" Song Wendong chuckled softly as he watched the retreating figure, then turned to the other gaping martial masters. "Let's go.

We should find another spot." Jupiter! Qin Fen's aircraft was crushed by the mountain, forcing him to seek transportation first, eventually returning to a residential complex in the outskirts of Shengjing.

He pressed the doorbell, and Song Jia’s clearly pregnant silhouette appeared on the video intercom. "You still know how to come back?" Tears welled in Song Jia’s eyes as she opened the door and gently fell into Qin Fen’s embrace.

"It looks like I’ll be having the wedding while holding the baby." Qin Fen offered an awkward smile, helping Song Jia to the sofa. "How are you?" "Nauseous from eating recently," Song Jia leaned happily against Qin Fen.

"You’re going to the Heroes’ Assembly?" "More than that," Qin Fen mused for a moment before speaking slowly. "Do you remember what I told you about the Insect Martial Artist Genesis Society?" "I remember.

What about it?" Song Jia’s curiosity was piqued by a single sentence, and she quickly asked, "Are they trying to rule the world? And my heroic husband foiled their conspiracy and destroyed their plot?" "Not entirely." Qin Fen organized his thoughts.

"Here is how things transpired..." The long explanation came to an end. Song Jia frowned as she looked at Qin Fen.

"No wonder Grandpa was so demanding when you trained. I understand now—you’re telling me that if war truly breaks out, you will participate, is that right?

Then go! If those alien creatures really attack, isn't it even more dangerous?

I don't want my baby to be born without a stable living environment." "But you must return alive. A child without a father is pitiful too." Qin Fen drew Song Jia close, gently kissing her forehead, feeling immense guilt.

The path of martial arts had given him so much, but it had also taken away much else from his life, like not being able to stay by his wife’s side during her pregnancy. "What are you thinking about?" Song Jia pressed against his chest, looking up at him.

"Didn't you say you suspected Azure Dragon might be your brother? Go to Jupiter and see.

Any obstacle in your heart might become the final stumbling block on your martial path." "I'll stay with you for a few days," Qin Fen said with a smile. "I’ve made up my mind.

These few days, I’ll take you shopping for clothes, watch movies, go out for big dinners, and take a short trip nearby. Seeing you just now made me realize my life isn't just martial arts.

I cannot let martial arts dictate my life. Martial arts is a part of my life; I must dictate martial arts, not be dictated by it." (To be continued)