Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 676

To reach the Holy Realm was the unfulfilled lifelong dream of many of the wisest and strongest of warriors.

Yet this runty old man claimed that he had only become a holy warrior by accident. In fact, he said that he used to be a farmer. Such an unlikely claim piqued Darren's interest.

"I was nothing special," the old man began when asked to explain. "One day I was just minding my own business, plowing my field, when I dug up a red fruit. I was hungry and thirsty at the time, so I just ate it without thinking twice.

As soon as I'd done so, however, I started feeling very strange—like the earth was collapsing in on itself, or time was unraveling. Ah, but there's no real way to describe the experience. All I know is that it scared the hell out of me at the time. So much so that I hid myself at home for a month. Ha!

In time, however, I came to understand what had happened.

When I ate that fruit, I directly acquired a superior Life True Rule, and my cultivation base reached the Holy Realm as well."

Hobson's eyes shone with fascination as he listened to this. "Wow, that's lucky. Such a boon to your abilities, and all you had to do was eat a fruit."

"Indeed, I am fortunate," said the old man, smiling. "After investigating the matter later on, I became convinced that the fruit had in fact fallen from the outer space. It would be accurate to call it a divine fruit."

"Tell me, sir, where are you from? Does that land still exist?" Hobson couldn't keep the excitement from his voice.

Hearing this, Darren rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on, Hobson. You are a seven-star grand warrior, not a little boy. Don't start getting your hopes up over this."

"Why not?" asked his companion. "What if there are more divine fruits out there, waiting to be found?"

The old man shook his head as the two young men bantered. "Stop daydreaming, young man," he said with a chuckle.

Before it could go on, Darren smoothly changed the subject. "But sir, by the way, if you're a junior holy warrior, why is your fighting power weak? You haven't explained that yet."

"It's very simple. I don't have any attacking skills—never bothered to learn them. I don't care much for fighting and killing. So on the rare occasion that I might need to, I have only my physical strength to rely on.

On the other hand, I'm very good at keeping myself alive. If even a senior holy warrior wanted to kill me, he couldn't do it without his full strength. Can you guess why?" Saying this, the old man raised his eyebrows. He was quite proud of his power.

"Of course," replied Darren. "You have the Life True Rule, so your ability to recover from injury must be incredibly strong. Besides that, you have a Space True Rule, which cannot attack others. So you must be an expert at survival and escape."

The old man nodded. "Quite so. My Life True Rule can almost make me immortal. As long as there is any flesh and blood left of me, even a trace, I can recover on my own from grievous harm. What's more, once I escape into space, even a senior holy warrior will not be able to catch me."

After explaining all this, he looked intently at Darren and said, "Would you like to learn such powers from me?"

Darren froze.

Something like an electric buzz went through his head.

Did he want to be able to use this powerful true rule? What kind of question was that? Of course he did!

Hobson easily guessed what his friend was thinking. No less excited, he addressed the old man with utmost respect. "Sir, please teach me. I want to learn this as well!"

The elder man pursed his lips. "I'm afraid that is impossible, young man. You haven't even awakened your Spirit Power. There is nothing you can learn from me."

"Don't say that, sir!" Hobson stammered. "Please. I can do that as well, if you will help me."

But the other man remained firm. "No one can help you to awaken your Spirit Power. That depends entirely on you. Besides that, I've studied you thoroughly, and you don't have any potential to be a rule cultivator. Don't waste your time chasing what is beyond you."

Hearing this, Hobson sighed listlessly, and his head sagged. He had no words to express his disappointment.

"This, on the other hand, may be of use to you. Here, accept a present from me." Saying this, the old man waved his hand, and a golden scroll appeared in the air and fell into the hands of the crestfallen young man.

Hobson lazily opened the scroll. As he read it, however, his eyes looked ready to pop out of his head.

"Go and find a place to cultivate," the old man said.

"Yes, sir!" With that, Hobson flew off excitedly.

When he was gone, the old man looked at Darren again and said, "Your Spirit Power has reached level twenty-six. If it increases by four more levels, I can teach you two true rules. How does that sound to you?"

"It sounds great," Darren answered. "I'll learn whatever you're willing to teach me."