Battle Through the Heavens: The Rock King Emperor's Leisurely Wanderings in the Mortal World

Chapter 8 Teacher, please whip me as much as you like.

"Hmm? Hmm? Hmm? What's wrong?" Yao Chen was pulled back to the bamboo forest by Xiao Yan's call.

"Master has finished refining the iron sheet. He said, 'Teacher, you taught me.'"

"Okay, okay."

After all, once the "iron plate" storing these combat techniques is opened, the text it produces will disappear at a very fast rate.

Although Yao Chen was somewhat surprised by Zhong Li's misjudgment, he still carefully recorded the information in the iron pieces while explaining the mysteries of the two iron pieces to Xiao Yan.

Although Yao Chen harbored some resentment towards Zhong Li, the two were ultimately on the same side. With Xiao Yan as their disciple, serving as a link between them, Zhong Li might also contribute to the future refinement of his own body.

"This kind of inanimate object communication is a very small but ancient way of transmitting information that is most resistant to the wear and tear of time."

"They are usually used to store family secrets, and occasionally they may also contain combat techniques, cultivation methods, or even some unfathomable secret techniques."

While taking out two blank scrolls from his ring, Yao Chen used his soul power to continuously imprint the cultivation methods of the Absorbing Palm and the Flaming Palm onto the scrolls according to the secret words floating in the air, and explained the vastness of the Dou Qi Continent to Xiao Yan.

Throughout history, countless families have risen to great heights, shining brightly on this dog-eat-dog world of martial arts, following the example of a powerful figure within their ranks. Yet, with the death of their powerful members, they gradually vanished, sometimes even instantly. One by one, these lonely and noble bloodlines disappeared without a trace. The legends of the past were transformed into relics by later generations, into small stones like these, becoming secrets sealed in the darkness.

Xiao Yan listened intently as Yao Chen recounted the rise and fall of short-lived clans on this continent, and subconsciously asked, "Then, teacher, which clan are you from?"

Yao Chen was slightly taken aback; he didn't know how to answer this question.

Although his surname is Yao, he has long been driven out by the Yao Clan, one of the eight ancient clans. Although he has not been completely erased from the clan genealogy, he is already dead in name only.

The main reason was the disrespect shown by the Medicine Clan to his parents, which is why Yao Chen was determined to travel the continent and make a name for himself on the continent through his own efforts and talent.

Befriending Feng Xian, winning the Dan Tower competition, the Bone Spirit Cold Fire, and dominating a region as a pavilion... these are all Yao Chen's silent resistance against the Yao Clan.

"Haha, I'm just the head of an obscure little pavilion in Zhongzhou, nothing special." Yao Chen shook his head unconsciously, as if lamenting the vicissitudes of fate.

"Zhongzhou?" Xiao Yan wondered, puzzled by this name he had never heard before.

"Haha, little kid, the Dou Qi Continent is vast. Even the entire Jia Ma Empire is just a corner on the far northwest edge of the continent. And Wu Tan City is just an ordinary city in the Jia Ma Empire. If you want to become a true powerhouse, the Central Continent is where you should go."

Yao Chen patiently answered Xiao Yan's questions, seemingly enjoying the process, yet feeling uneasy about it all. In a daze, for a fleeting moment, Yao Chen saw the figure of the rebellious disciple Han Feng in his youth overlap with Xiao Yan's, their steps mirroring each other...

Yao Chen's illusory hand clenched involuntarily. Yao Chen's heart was in turmoil. He didn't know whether he should keep a trump card up his sleeve and guard against Xiao Yan in front of him.

"Sigh, I hope I'm just overthinking it, and I also hope that this time I can really make the right bet."

Isn't life itself a high-stakes gamble?

"Hey, teacher, when can I start practicing these two low-level Xuan-rank fighting techniques?" Xiao Yan was very excited. Being able to learn two fighting techniques that were second only to the highest-level Mad Lion's Fury in his family was quite tempting for him at this moment.

Yao Chen punched Xiao Yan on the head, who was full of anticipation. "Cultivate fighting skills? What fighting skills? Don't you know that your primary task right now is to cultivate fighting spirit? With your level three fighting spirit, even if you were presented with two high-level Heaven-rank fighting skills, you could only look at them and shed tears in vain."

"╭(╯^╰)╮ Hmph, my third-level Dou Qi is all because of someone..." Xiao Yan muttered to himself.

"Enough with the nonsense, hurry up and take off your clothes." With that, Yao Chen conjured a long whip with a bone spirit cold fire in his hand.

"Wait! Why are you taking off your clothes?! You shameless old man, you don't even have a physical body anymore!" Xiao Yan pretended to protect his chest with his hands.

"What nonsense are you spouting? If I remember correctly, you should be having your coming-of-age ceremony next year, right? You already made that boast yesterday. Do you really want your Dou Qi test next year to still be at the Dou Qi level? If you continue to be so undisciplined, I suggest you take the initiative to go to your second master and apply for a contract to admit defeat. Besides, although your second master is a Dou Wang, he can control everything in Wutan City and is quite a figure in the Jia Ma Empire, but if you were in Zhongzhou, where even Dou Zong would only be a low-level elder, your second master's wings really wouldn't be able to protect you." Yao Chen didn't have the energy to argue with Xiao Yan.

With a frustrated sigh, Xiao Yan, being at the age where he was playful, was naturally prone to some lively behavior. However, in reality, he had never forgotten the contract from last night. "Even if ten years had passed, let alone just one day, I think I would never forget it in my lifetime."

"Come on, teacher, whip me as much as you like."

After saying that, Xiao Yan took off his shirt and obediently lay down on a large rock beside the bamboo forest stream.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Although grand ambitions have been made, these things do not alleviate the pain!

Yao Chen sprinkled some spiritual liquid, which was helpful in tempering the physical body, on the long whip formed by the strange fire.

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With each lash of Yao Chen's strange fire whip, some of the spiritual liquid on it seeped into Xiao Yan's immediately red and swollen skin pores.

It just kept going in and out like that.

Although the amount was small, it couldn't withstand the force and the number of times!

"Whoa!! Teacher, I suspect... you... you're settling a personal score! Isn't this a whip formed from condensed flames? Why does it feel both cold and hot when it hits me?!"

Xiao Yan was actually already feeling the pain from the first blow, but the reason he didn't scream immediately was simply because his vocal cords were temporarily giving out from the pain...

"Haha, brat, I forgot to tell you, this pale white flame in my hand is a strange flame, the Bone Spirit Cold Flame, ranked eleventh on the Strange Flame Ranking."

"Come, come, let me show you what it means to experience both ice and fire!"

(End of this chapter)