Chapter 0029: Transmission of Power
What will the future be like? Is this step right? Will we be stuck in the quagmire and unable to extricate ourselves?
But if he wanted to leave Xiaoling Mausoleum, he had no other choice but this one way. And more importantly, Zi Yang Magic Art was related to restoring his imperfect body.
This is what he can't tolerate the most.
These thoughts quickly flashed through his mind, reaffirming his decision that he had no choice but to join the Zi Yang Sect!
He put the oath in his arms and lay down on the couch.
This time, he rarely practiced martial arts, but relaxed his mind and fell into a deep sleep.
At some point in the middle of the night, he suddenly woke up and found someone standing in front of his bed.
As soon as he opened his eyes, the man punched him.
With ten times the thinking, everything slows down.
He could see clearly that it was a tall old man with a face like a silver moon and flowing beard, who was staring at him coldly.
He could clearly see the trajectory of the old man's fist.
In his mind, he quickly calculated the distance between himself and the old man's fist, the time he had left for himself to dodge, and the dodge moves he could make.
So he pushed hard with his right palm which was pressed against the couch, and rolled sideways, barely avoiding the attack.
He stopped his fist just before it hit the bed.
Li Chengkong was dignified. He could send and receive such powerful punches freely, which showed that he had reached a very high level.
Another punch followed.
He pressed down with his left palm and rolled over again.
"Hmph!" The old man snorted, very dissatisfied that the two punches failed to have any effect.
Followed by another punch, even faster.
Li Chengkong felt that he didn't have time to roll, and the only option he had was to resist.
His thoughts raced, two points faster than ten times his own. Was he going to use his ultimate weapon, the Nine Nether Claws?
Looking at the cold light in the old man's eyes and calculating the speed of his punches, it can only be like this!
His left hand, as white as jade, stretched out like a claw to meet the fist.
"Bang!" The fist and claw collided, making a dull sound.
Li Chengkong felt as if he had grabbed a piece of iron. The recoil force made half of his body numb, and his body fell back again.
Another punch followed.
Li Chengkong's right palm transformed into the Nine Netherworld Claw again.
He had no choice.
The Nine Netherworld Claw is indestructible and as fast as lightning. Only by utilizing its speed can one block the old man's fist.
Moreover, the Nine Nether Claw is not only indestructible and lightning-fast, but can also block the attack of fists.
Otherwise, one punch could seriously injure you.
"Bang!" There was another bang, and the old man snorted: "Demon Cult!"
Li Chengkong sighed inwardly.
He thought that his Nine Nether Claws could be hidden forever, and he practiced them secretly to a very high level, so that they could save lives at the critical moment.
I didn't expect it to be used so soon.
The Nine Netherworld Claw is the unique martial art of the Holy Green Lotus Sect and it can easily cause trouble. It seems that this old man cannot be left alive!
He had murderous intent in his heart, his face remained unchanged, and he snorted: "Who are you?!"
The old man suddenly stopped his left fist in the middle of a punch, spread out his five fingers, and raised his little finger.
Li Chengkong only felt a gust of strong wind hitting his chest. The distance was too close for him to dodge, and his body suddenly froze and he couldn't move, and he lost control.
He sighed helplessly.
No matter how powerful the super brain is, it can only be a supporting role. There is too much difference between the two of them. When this old man displays his internal strength, he is at least at the Falling Star Realm!
The old man reached out and took the oath from Li Chengkong's arms, unfolded it, then grabbed Li Chengkong's index finger and measured it, then nodded with satisfaction.
Seeing him like this, Li Chengkong vaguely guessed his identity: "Zi Yang Sect?"
"I am always like a pine tree." The old man took the oath into his arms and snorted, "From the Elders' Hall!"
Li Chengkong breathed a sigh of relief.
The Zi Yang Sect has a Hall of Elders, and Chang Rushong is obviously the elder of the Hall of Elders. No wonder his cultivation is so amazing.
"You arrogant boy, you actually wanted to jump three levels in one step and ascend to Liuyang. When the elders voted, I firmly disagreed!" Chang Rushong looked at him carefully: "What do you mean by peerless talent, extraordinary wit, or rare genius? We should make an exception. In my opinion, it's just like this!"
But he thought in his heart that Xu Dong was not exaggerating. This kid really had extraordinary reactions and outstanding talent.
Li Chengkong smiled : "Elder Chang has arrived, I'm sorry for not coming to greet you!"
"You used the Nine Nether Claw just now?" Chang Rushong said coldly: "Good boy, you are a disciple of the Demon Sect!"
Li Chengkong smiled and said, "How about my Nine Nether Claws?"
"It's just a little bit of knowledge!" Chang Rushong said disdainfully: "It's still a long way from being a master!"
"I'm just a beginner and there's no one to teach me." Li Chengkong said helplessly, "It's true that my progress is slow."
Before Chang Rushong came, he had already thoroughly understood Li Chengkong and knew all his experiences.
As soon as I saw the Nine Nether Claw, I knew that Li Chengkong had secretly obtained the secret book of the Nine Nether Claw. To be fair, it was already amazing that he had practiced to such a level according to the secret book.
But praise will make him proud, so now we must severely undermine his confidence and not let him get too cocky, otherwise he will become too powerful to be taken down.
As for the disciples of the Demon Sect, that’s just a joke.
The Demon Cult is arrogant and thinks they are the best in the world. They have very high standards. How could they possibly accept a eunuch as their disciple?
That will make the whole world laugh at you!
"Stop talking nonsense. I'm here to teach you martial arts!" Chang Rushong snorted, "I'm telling you in advance that Ziyang Magical Skill is not that easy to practice. It's very painful. Too many people can't stand it and give up halfway."
Li Chengkong asked, "Can it be more painful than whipping?"
"...Okay, let's try it." Chang Rushong snorted.
The flogging punishment of the Xiaoling Guards was notoriously cruel. Even the strongest man could not withstand it. The pain of the Zi Yang Divine Art was certainly not as severe.
He pressed his palm on Li Chengkong's forehead and moved his lips but no sound came out.
His clear voice came to Li Chengkong's ears, which was a mantra of mental method.
A burning breath descended from Baihui and circulated two cycles according to the route of the mental formula.
Li Chengkong had already memorized the route for practicing Qigong, and he was confused.
According to his understanding, Zi Yang Divine Art should be a Yin-Cold martial art, which is more suitable for the eunuch's physical condition.
Moreover, he had read many novels in his previous life, and almost all eunuchs had to practice Yin-Han martial arts to avoid going astray.
Seeing Li Chengkong's puzzled look, Chang Rushong said, "No need to ask more questions, just practice according to this formula!"
Li Chengkong asked: "Is this the complete Purple Sun Divine Art?"
"That's right." Chang Rushong nodded: "The truth is simplicity. The simpler the mental method is, the better."
Li Chengkong disagreed.
The simpler the great principle is, the better, but the same cannot be said for the mental method. Although the breathing technique is simple, its power is ultimately limited.
He was a little hesitant about the Zi Yang Divine Art. Wouldn't he die if he practiced it this way?
"You want to recover, right?" Chang Rushong asked.
Li Chengkong nodded.
Chang Rushong said: "The Purple Yang Divine Art is also called the Purple River Transformation Divine Art. It cultivates the power of the Purple River. Just think about how you grew rapidly from a fetus in March to being born in October, bathing in the Purple River in your mother's womb."
Li Chengkong raised his eyebrows.
So, Zihe, isn’t it amniotic fluid?
The power of amniotic fluid comes from the nutrition of the mother. How can it have any power?
This Zi Yang magic skill is really weird.
"When you cultivate the Purple Sun Divine Art to a certain level, you can experience the process of rebirth again and grow again!"
"So, no matter which part is missing, it can grow back after practicing the Purple Sun Divine Art?"
"That's right." Chang Rushong had a teachable look on his face.
Li Chengkong asked: "Can it even lead to immortality?"
"Even if it's not accurate, it's not far off." Chang Rushong said with a smile: "At least the life span is extremely long."
"Does our sect have such a master?" Li Chengkong asked.
Chang Rusong nodded: "The leader has reached this level."
"Where are the elders?"
"There is still one level missing." Chang Rushong said.
Li Chengkong said: "Only the leader has mastered it..."
"Just because others can't do it doesn't mean you can't do it." Chang Rushong said, "Your aptitude is still good, a little better than mine."
"If I can master the Purple Yang Divine Art, can I become a cult leader?" Li Chengkong's eyes lit up.
"Haha..." Chang Rushong laughed.
Then he remembered that it was night and he was at the Xiaoling Mausoleum. He quickly stopped laughing and snorted, "What a wild idea!"
Li Chengkong smiled and said, "Elder Chang, don't you want to be the leader?"
"Okay, okay, with your qualifications, you may succeed." Chang Rushong said, "Anything else you want to ask?"
"If you continue practicing like this, you will become more and more hot and dry, right?" Li Chengkong said.
Chang Rushong nodded.
"You will feel like you are burning, and you will not be able to control yourself, right?" Li Chengkong asked, "Will you become possessed?"
Chang Rushong said: "This is the mystery of Ziyang Magical Art. Just practice it. You won't go astray!"
There was a muffled sound in the distance.
Chang Rushong frowned and said, "Okay, you figure it out on your own. I'm going to go!"
He opened the window and floated out like a wisp of smoke.
Once the window opened, the muffled sound in the distance became clearer, and the direction he was floating in was that direction.
