The banquet lasted until very late before it finally dispersed!
Oliver Sheng did not go to sleep but instead went to find the veteran.
When he arrived at the veteran’s quarters, Zane Wang was also there.
Among the veteran’s subordinates, only Ian Zhang was a familiar face now.
Jerry Li, after recovering from his injuries, could no longer serve in the military and returned to his hometown, while Tom Li died on the battlefield.
“Brother Ian!” Oliver called out.
“Please, don’t call me that. You’re a general now,” Ian Zhang quickly waved his hand, feeling somewhat at a loss.
It was important to note that Oliver’s status was now different from before; he was just a common soldier.
“Don’t be nervous, there’s no one else here. Let’s just talk as we always did,” Oliver said.
“Alright, alright then, Brother Oliver,” Ian Zhang said, still feeling a bit uneasy facing Oliver.
“Where’s Uncle?” Oliver asked.
“He went to the restroom; he’ll be back in a bit,” Zane Wang replied.
“Why aren’t you resting? What are you doing here?” Oliver looked at Zane Wang.
“Just reminiscing. All our old comrades have died in battle, and now it’s just us few left,” Zane Wang sighed.
Oliver fell silent. Ordinary soldiers faced war like wheat, falling one after another.
This was the cruelty of war!!
Before long, the veteran returned and saw Oliver.
“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be resting?”
“Uncle, I just thought I’d come to see you,” Oliver said with a smile.
“What’s there to see about me? I’m just eating and living,” the veteran replied.
“Uncle, you’ve hidden it well from me, being a Great Grandmaster,” Oliver said wistfully.
The veteran looked at Oliver, surprised. “When did I ever hide it from you?”
“You say you didn’t hide it, but you, a Great Grandmaster, pretended to be a Martial Artist and claimed that cultivation method was sold to you by an old beggar,” Oliver said with a face full of grievance.
“You never asked about my realm. Should I have just told you I was a Great Grandmaster?” the veteran looked at Oliver.
You didn’t ask, so it’s my fault?!
When Ian Zhang and Zane Wang learned that the veteran was an unparalleled Great Grandmaster, their jaws dropped in shock.
They never would have thought that the seemingly ordinary veteran they had followed for so long was actually a lofty Great Grandmaster.
Oliver was speechless. Who would have thought that an ordinary veteran would be a Great Grandmaster?
In normal thinking, a Great Grandmaster, a top-tier expert in the world, wouldn’t come to be a platoon leader, right?
Clearly, it was unimaginable!
“You two step outside for a bit; I have something to discuss with this kid,” the veteran said to Zane Wang and Ian Zhang.
After they left and closed the door, the veteran looked at Oliver, his expression serious.
Now that his realm was exposed, there was no need to hide anything.
“Oliver, do you know how you came to practice the Great Sun Heart Sutra?”
Oliver scratched his head. How would he know?
“Twenty years ago, a friend and I discovered an ancient tomb…” the veteran began to recount without waiting for Oliver to speak.
The veteran was originally from Da Chu!
Twenty years ago, he and another Great Grandmaster discovered an ancient tomb. It took them immense effort to excavate it.
Only then did they realize it was the tomb of Martial Emperor Endless Sola, as recorded in history.
Inside the tomb, they found the inheritance cultivation method of Martial Emperor Endless Sola, the Great Sun Heart Sutra.
Faced with the emperor’s cultivation method, greed overtook them, and they both wanted to claim it for themselves. Former friends turned into enemies in that moment.
In the end, the veteran obtained the first half of the cultivation method, while the other person got the second half.
But that person came from an aristocratic martial family in Da Chu, which had a Martial Saint ancestor and several Great Grandmasters.
To reclaim the first half of the cultivation method, that person led the family’s Great Grandmasters to hunt down the veteran.
After narrowly escaping death multiple times, the veteran fled to the borderlands of Great Wei, hiding his identity and planning to comprehend the Great Sun Heart Sutra.
Unfortunately, after more than twenty years, he couldn’t even get started.
“I saw your extraordinary martial talent and thought to pass it on to you, hoping you could comprehend it. I didn’t expect you to actually succeed,” the veteran said with a sigh.
He had spent over twenty years without making any progress, but when Oliver successfully cultivated it, he realized that not just anyone could practice this method.
His heart was filled with regret.
He had nearly died for this cultivation method, only to find out in the end that he couldn’t practice it. The blow was enormous.
“Uncle, does that mean this cultivation method is incomplete, only the first half?” Oliver asked.
No wonder Oliver felt that the Great Sun Heart Sutra seemed to lack content. After all, it was an emperor’s cultivation method, yet he had only comprehended the Great Sun Divine Fist and the Great Sun Immortal Body from it.
“I couldn’t help it; I couldn’t beat that guy, and he took half of it,” the veteran said, spreading his hands.
“If you’re strong enough, you can go to the Sima Clan in Da Chu and take back the second half.”
Oliver nodded. He could only think about that after breaking through to the Martial Saint Realm.
According to the veteran, the Sima Clan was an aristocratic martial family with a Martial Saint ancestor, the most powerful family in Da Chu besides the royal family.
“Now that my realm is exposed, the Sima Clan will probably come looking for me soon,” the veteran said with some worry.
“What’s there to fear, Uncle? Come with me to River West County. If anyone from the Sima Clan dares to come, I’ll kill them,” Oliver said domineeringly.
A Great Grandmaster wouldn’t dare act recklessly in front of him; he’d just kill them outright.
“By the way, kid, what’s your current realm? Why can’t I see through you?” the veteran asked curiously.
Oliver chuckled and said, “Uncle, take a guess.”
“Are you itching for a beating?” the veteran glared at him.
“If you don’t want to guess, then forget it. Why get so worked up?” Oliver pouted.
“Mid-stage Great Grandmaster, just a tiny bit stronger than you,” Oliver said, indicating that he was indeed just a tiny bit stronger.
Killing a peak Great Grandmaster wasn’t a difficult task.
“What? Mid-stage Great Grandmaster?!” the veteran was full of disbelief.
He looked at Oliver, somewhat incredulous, and asked, “Really?”
“Uncle, what good would it do me to lie to you?” Oliver was speechless. Why did no one believe him when he told the truth?
“Mid-stage Great Grandmaster, are you some kind of reincarnated demon? In just over half a year, you’ve gone from a mere Martial Disciple to a Great Grandmaster,” the veteran was numb.
Who could believe that in less than a year, someone could cultivate to the level of a Great Grandmaster?
Back in his day, he was hailed as a prodigy, yet it took him nearly a hundred years to break through to Great Grandmaster. Even now, he was only at the peak of mid-stage Great Grandmaster.
Oliver had reached the realm he had painstakingly cultivated for over a hundred years in less than a year. This news was simply unbelievable.
“My talent is unparalleled. Cultivating and breaking through is as easy as drinking water. Reaching Great Grandmaster was a breeze,” Oliver said proudly.
He wasn’t wrong. With the ability to allocate points directly, breaking through was as easy as drinking water.
Given his current kill points, breaking through to Martial Saint would be a piece of cake.
But it was good that Oliver had reached Great Grandmaster. Now that his realm was exposed, he wouldn’t fear the Sima Clan coming after him.
“Very well, in that case, I won’t worry about the Sima Clan coming after us,” the veteran nodded.
With Oliver at mid-stage Great Grandmaster and himself, the two of them together wouldn’t be afraid of a couple of Great Grandmasters from the Sima Clan.
“If we join forces, we’ll kill any Sima Clan members who come. Uncle, you won’t have to hide your identity anymore,” Oliver said.
“Alright, I’ll go with you to River West,” the veteran nodded.
Given Oliver’s cultivation speed, it might not be long before he reached the Martial Saint Realm.
At that point, the Sima Clan’s Martial Saint would be nothing to fear.
For years, he had been hiding, not daring to live openly, hiding in the border army of Great Wei, concealing his identity.
All of this was to avoid the Sima Clan’s Martial Saint.
Faced with the emperor’s inheritance cultivation method, a Martial Saint would be the most eager to obtain it, as it was a hope to glimpse the emperor’s realm.
Their conversation was sealed off, so Zane Wang and Ian Zhang outside couldn’t hear anything.
After learning about the veteran’s past, Oliver invited him to his place. In the future, when he went on expeditions, he would have someone to help guard the barracks.
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