In order for Tang Sheng to find out about his status screen, and be updated on human technology, Sheng decided it was best to visit the only three humans he knows that are still alive - his disciples.
The ranking of martial arts can be classed into - Martial Disciple, Martial Expert, Martial Master, Martial Grandmaster, Martial King, Martial Emperor, Martial Saint and Martial God.
A Martial Grandmaster can extend their life through absorbing worldly energy - a process that divides Martial Experts and Martial Grandmasters. Martial Kings can utilise this energy to gain external power, and Martial Emperors can utilise this to develop their cores, harnessing both internal and external energy in order to forge their own bodies to be as tough as steel.
Martial Saints however, are rarely ever seen as Tang Sheng himself did not know another Martial Saint, never mind a Martial God. This was because they were incredibly rare, the world itself had to accept them as being one worthy to utilise true worldly power. This power could allow the Saint to harness the four elements, and could also control unique powers such as lightning and Ice.
Being a Martial Saint, Sheng had high expectations of his disciples. Each of the three were taken under his wing after the Tang dynasty fell, and before he left for seclusion. They were war orphans, poor commoners that were unable to feed themselves and so Tang Sheng pitied them. After close to 100 years of training, each of his disciples were in the Martial Grandmaster realm, one touching the Martial King realm and the others not far behind. Shang knew that with their talent, it was very likely they would have progressed and still be alive.
He was very close to his disciples as a father would be to his children, although he initially took them in as pity, he eventually treasured them as family. Due to this, in order to peacefully live in seclusion after their training, he had to hide his whereabouts to ensure they would grow by themselves and understand worldly power, as not everything could be simply taught. If this was the case, Martial Saints would not be so rare.
As Tang Sheng walked toward the base of the mountain, he faintly saw smoke raising close by. "Isn't that.. the village I once saved over 600 years ago? To think it's still standing! Well, I suppose not for long"
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Surrounding the Shannan mountains existed many small country villages, one being close to the foot of the mountain Tang Sheng was secluded on.
In this village, blood painted the ground, screams of terror and pain were abundant with the surviving villagers hiding inside the town hall. Panic and desperation was seen on their faces, none were themselves as they thought about the deaths of family members, lovers and children they had just witnessed. Some were covered in blood and others shivering in a corner, this was hell on earth, they thought.
As these 30 villagers awaited their deaths, doing their best to ensure the goblins didn't get through the town hall's main door, an unsuspecting teenage girl stepped forward with a calm expression on her face.
The girl was around 17 years old, 5'10 ft tall with blonde shoulder length hair just covering her ears, bright green, emerald eyes, and a muscular frame uncommon on a girl her age.
She stepped forward and spoke to the survivors in the town hall "If we don't find him, we will all die".
The villagers all looked her way. They knew what she was saying was true, perhaps it was their final and only hope in this situation. This was a countdown to their deaths, if they did nothing, all would be lost.
"Our ancestors declared that none will disturb him, for if he is angered, the world will be lost." The village chief, an old man hunched over a cane spoke softly. He was the only one, with the exception of the odd girl, that was calm in the face of slaughter.
The once calm girl finally showed emotion, as she furrowed her brows in frustration at this answer. "Then you would have us wait here and die? how long can the door hold? What if they burn this hall down from the outside?" She spat in anger.
BOOM
Just as she spoke, the door caved in and the village warriors holding it flew backwards crashing into the wall. A large ferocious creature over 8 foot tall covered in crude leather battle armour walked into the hall with a grin on his face, eagerly awaiting his upcoming meal. The Large club in his hands smashed down at a warrior caving the poor villager into the ground, before moving on to the next.
The survivors looked on in horror, "What are we supposed to do about this one? is this truly the end?"
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"Oh? This one is bigger than the others?"