High Martial Arts: I Awaken a Low-Tier Martial System

The young man in luxurious clothing strode in.

"Your lucky day has arrived." The young man in luxurious clothing looked down at Jiang Ye condescendingly, "A month from now, the Sect will send you to the frontline battlefield, make sure you perform well."

"Frontline battlefield?" Jiang Ye was momentarily stunned.

Then an incredulous expression appeared on his face.

Being a Horse Feeder Slave, the lowest existence in the Sect, he had no combat power to speak of.

Being sent to the frontline battlefield? That's being used as cannon fodder, certain to die.

But before Jiang Ye could think further.

"Bang!!" The young man in luxurious clothing suddenly whipped down.

"Are you deaf?"

"Didn't you hear what this young master said?" the young man in luxurious clothing coldly reprimanded.

"I heard." Jiang Ye responded quickly.

"Continue working for me this month." The young man in luxurious clothing scolded, "If I catch you slacking, severe punishment awaits!"

After saying that, the young man in luxurious clothing flicked his sleeves and left.

Jiang Ye watched the other leave, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

But soon, he couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency rising within him.

"One month."

"No wonder they said only 30 days left." Jiang Ye thought to himself, "In these 30 days, if I can't trample the Saintess underfoot, will I die?"

A great panic instantly spread in Jiang Ye's heart.

Even living at the very bottom, he still struggled to survive.

"I don't want to die."

"But, challenging the Saintess..." Jiang Ye's eyes were full of struggle.

He was just a Horse Feeder Slave, the lowest existence in the Sect, not even able to truss a chicken.

Challenge the Saintess? He will only be seen as a joke.

"What to do."

"What to do?" Jiang Ye was full of anxiety.

He didn't want to die.

After a long time.

"Either way, it's death, might as well fight." The anxiety in Jiang Ye's eyes dissipated, turning into an unshakeable determination.

...

Life returned to calm.

Jiang Ye was still working day after day, but unlike before, he practiced diligently in his spare time, preparing for the decisive battle in a month.

The young man in luxurious clothing had long noticed this.

He didn't stop him.

Just a slave, no matter how much he cultivates, so what?

Could he possibly change his ultimate fate?

Time flew by.

One day, three days, ten days...

In a blink of an eye, the time Jiang Ye had left was only the last day.

...

On this day.

"It's time to depart." Jiang Ye walked out of the stable, carrying a wooden sword, setting out on the path to the decisive battle.

He proceeded forward.

Passing through magnificent halls, grand buildings.

"It's that Horse Feeder Slave."

"Why did he come out of the stable?"

"An inferior slave, not qualified to walk on the main road."

"This guy's going to the battlefield tomorrow, let him walk for once." Countless discussions resounded.

The Sect disciples all watched Jiang Ye, looking down on him with coldness and disdain.

Thus.

Under countless cold gazes, Jiang Ye walked through most of the Sect.

Finally.

He stopped before an exceptionally magnificent glazed palace.

This palace was entirely built with colorful jade, even the bricks in front were paved with fine gold and beautiful jade, an incredibly luxurious sight.

"Halt!"

"Inferior person, why aren't you stopping?"

"Before you is the residence of the Saintess, you have no right to approach." Before Jiang Ye could move forward, rebukes echoed from the air.

Numerous Sect disciples all looked down on Jiang Ye, rebuking him.

Yet Jiang Ye did not pay them any mind.

He gazed at the palace ahead, determination flashing in his eyes.

Then.

"Jiang Ye the Horse Feeder Slave challenges the Saintess!" A slightly deep yet incredibly loud voice suddenly spread out.

All around, a momentary silence ensued.

Wow~

"Impudent!"

"Impudent slave, what are you doing, how dare you challenge the Saintess?"

"Courting death!" Countless Sect disciples were in an uproar.

A Horse Feeder Slave at the very bottom of the Sect, just a slave.

Daring to challenge the divine and noble Saintess? It's too ridiculous.

That young man in luxurious clothing further reprimanded loudly, "Disgraceful thing, are you courting death? Get back here now!"

He had followed Jiang Ye from the moment he stepped out.

Jiang Ye's actions now were simply beyond his belief.

The Saintess of the Sect, her status was esteemed, even he dared not harbor any thoughts.

How dare a Horse Feeder Slave do so?

But Jiang Ye did not heed their rebukes.

He stood in front of the palace, quietly waiting.

Seeing as there was no response from within the hall, he immediately gripped the hilt of the sword on his back.

"Swoosh!" The long sword was drawn.

Jiang Ye, holding the wooden sword, walked straight toward the palace.

Witnessing this scene, countless disciples from the sect fell into frenzy, yet none dared to approach the palace by even half a step.

The Saintess of the sect was the ultimate symbol within the sect, a concept deeply ingrained in their minds.

The area where the Saintess resided was a forbidden zone, prohibiting anyone from approaching.

But now?

Jiang Ye, a mere horse feeder slave, seemed to be trampling on this supreme law.

...

At first.

Jiang Ye was trembling too, his legs quivering.

This was the sect where he had lived for decades, and the sect's rules were held in the highest regard, rules he dared not violate in the past.

But today, he was stepping over that rule.

As he took one step after another, gradually, Jiang Ye's legs stopped trembling, and his strides became increasingly resolute.

Just at that moment.

"Boom!" From within the palace, an expansive pressure emanated.

This pressure was vast and boundless, forcing Jiang Ye to bend his form, unable to straighten his spine.

Hush!

A figure as ethereal as the bright moon appeared above the palace, barefoot, floating in the air, exuding an incomparable ethereal and transcendental aura.

The Saintess of the sect!

In an instant, the surroundings fell into silence.

The Saintess's face was extraordinarily beautiful, not resembling a mortal, and her aura was lofty and detached, independent of the world.

Countless sect disciples bowed in salute, not daring to harbor any impious thoughts.

Only Jiang Ye stubbornly stood his ground, still resisting that terrifying pressure.

"You."

"Want to challenge me?" The Saintess looked down from above at Jiang Ye.

Her voice was ethereal and supreme, like the sound of heaven, devoid of any emotion.

At the same time.

The pressure grew more terrifying, like a mountain pressing down on Jiang Ye's shoulders.

Under this invisible pressure, had it been any sect disciple, they would likely have fallen to their knees to admit fault.

But Jiang Ye had no choice.

"Hush!"

Jiang Ye laboriously lifted his long sword, aiming it at the Saintess in the sky.

And the moment he raised the long sword.

"Crash~"

Somehow, it felt like a seal had been broken.

Boom!

A vast life force burst out from within Jiang Ye, like the blazing sun, terrifying and boundless.

"What?"

"What's this?"

"This horse feeder slave, he?" Countless sect disciples were shocked.

At this moment, the long sword in Jiang Ye's hand silently transformed into a pitch-black spear.

A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

But soon, the confusion rapidly disappeared, and clarity returned to his eyes.

"So that's how it is."

"Was all of this just a test?" Jiang Ye fully recalled everything.

He looked once more at the Saintess high above.

"What Saintess."

"Just a mere mortal." Jiang Ye snorted coldly, his form suddenly turning into a shadow, tearing through the sky.

The spear struck!

"Boom!" A terrifying spear light, invoking the Silent Extinction Divine Rhythm, ascended to the peak at an instant, slashing toward the Saintess.

The Saintess's expression changed dramatically, hurriedly swinging her sword to block.

"Clang!!"

The collision of spear and sword erupted in a deafening roar.

"Crack~!" The long sword in the Saintess's hand let out a mournful cry, and a crack appeared.

"Boom!"

A boundless terrifying force exploded, violently pouring into the Saintess, tearing everything apart.

"Die." Jiang Ye's spear swept across, a spear light flashed.

The Saintess's figure flew backward, crashing heavily into the ground.

Jiang Ye descended, a foot stepping on the Saintess's body.

The surrounding sect disciples were already shocked into silence, the richly dressed young man had a look of utter shock.

"So lifelike." Jiang Ye thought to himself.

Immediately, a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

"Swoosh!" A sweep of the spear instantly tore apart that richly dressed young man, turning him into a mist of blood.

In Martial Arts cultivation, one only seeks freedom of the heart.

Since they provoked him, real or fake, they must be killed.

After killing that richly dressed young man.

"Break!" Jiang Ye suddenly roared, his spear cutting through the sky like lightning.

Crash~

A terrifying spear light streaked across the sky, astonishing beyond measure, directly shredding this false world.

The scene before Jiang Ye's eyes rapidly dissipated.

He immediately realized that the test of the 6th Layer was finally over.