Bringing advanced martial arts techniques to a low-level martial arts world

Chapter 122 Shangqing Wind and Cloud Technique

Shennongjia: a thousand peaks like swords, ten thousand valleys hiding secluded spots.

The mountains are covered with ancient trees that reach for the sky, blocking out the sun. Even at noon, the light is extremely dim, and countless ferocious birds and beasts lurk in the shadows.

In this era, it is still a dangerous area that humans can hardly set foot in.

Because of its danger, it also hides countless rare and precious herbs, and people often pay high prices to hire people to explore it.

Of those who manage to obtain the treasure, only one in ten will return.

There are even legends that there are red-haired wild men in Shennongjia, who are extremely ferocious and will surely devour anyone who sees them.

Today, a group of explorers were captured by the savages, tied to wooden sticks, and carried back to their settlement.

"I told you Shennongjia was dangerous! But you insisted on coming! And you had to go to the area where the savages lived. Now we're all going to become their food!"

The old man was wailing, and the young man's face was ashen. His name was Zhang Yuan.

He wasn't afraid of death, but he was afraid that after he died, his seriously ill elderly mother would be left without anyone to take care of her.

Zhang Yuan had ventured into Shennongjia because he had heard that there was a miraculous medicine for treating tuberculosis around the wild man tribe.

The red-haired savages were overjoyed as they danced and carried their spoils back to their tribe.

In the heart of the dense forest, a large number of trees had been felled, and the wild people who should have lived in caves had inexplicably moved to the surface.

In the center of the open space, there are two thick wooden stakes, about three meters apart.

There was a tall, hairless savage with red hair... and a hairless one, legs spread apart, each thumb gripping the edge of a tree stump, propped up on the stump in a split position.

The taut muscle lines on the outstretched thighs are reminiscent of ancient, enduring boulders.

This tall, wild man had no hair on his body except for a tuft of red braid standing upright on his head.

Countless people sang and danced around it, or knelt and prayed.

Several savages, returning from the hunt, threw them in front of their leader, waving their arms and shouting, "Woo-woo!"

Zhang Yuan guessed that it meant his prisoners were delicious.

"Let them go."

The savage had his eyes closed, and what he spoke was none other than the authentic Mandarin of the Central Plains.

Not only Zhang Yuan and his group understood, but even the savages understood their leader's meaning.

"Didn't you hear me? Your boss told you to let us go!"

The old man was in a state of high excitement, repeatedly shouting and urging the savage to hurry up.

The savage completely ignored him, seemingly doubting the chief's orders.

Then, the hairless savage slowly opened his eyes.

The old man who had led the way stopped clucking instantly, like a hen being choked.

Zhang Yuan felt an immense pressure, as if Mount Tai were pressing down on his heart, even slowing his heartbeat.

This only happens when facing a creature that is absolutely impossible to resist.

All the savages, whatever they had been doing, stopped what they were doing, knelt on the ground, and sobbed for forgiveness.

The savage who had tied them up crawled over, and it took him a long time, with trembling hands, to finally manage to untie the vines.

"Now that you're here, why not show yourself?"

The Savage King didn't even look at them, and spoke into the deep forest.

Emerging from the dark forest was a man wearing a demon mask and a dark-patterned brocade robe.

"Another powerful figure. The Central Plains is indeed full of hidden talents."

The Savage King remained motionless, still in the splits position. "But I have no interest in any of you now. Even if that Phoenix stood in front of me again, I wouldn't have the slightest thought of fighting."

"Get out of here before I change my mind."

The masked man did not retreat, but instead took out an unsigned, nameless book from his robes. "I'm not here to fight you, but to help you."

The Savage King didn't speak, but simply looked at the blue-covered book.

"This is the complete version of Shangqing Fengyun Jue. I can guarantee that it is completely accurate and has not been modified in any way."

The Decisive Battle of Shangqing!

This manual is known to anyone from the Central Plains, even to old women in rural villages who have no contact with the martial arts world.

Created by Zhang Tianshi, the founder of the Wudang School eight hundred years ago, it is known as the number one divine skill in the world. Anyone who masters it will surely break through to the realm of celestial beings.

But the reason why savages are savages is that they don't understand anything.

The Savage King shook his head. "Never heard of it."

"This is the culmination of Central Plains martial arts."

The man wearing a demon mask patiently explained, "Before Sheng Wansong appeared, it was also recognized as the number one martial art in the Central Plains."

"Although Sheng Wansong's martial arts are extraordinary, they are still derived from the martial arts of the Central Plains."

"If you want to challenge his level, this technique is the fastest shortcut."

The savage was finally moved. He exerted force with his thumb, crushing the thick tree stump into wood dust, and then sprang up, landing steadily on both legs.

He took the manual the masked man threw to him and quickly flipped through it.

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The Wild Man King's brows were furrowed into a deep frown, making him look even more like a demon than the masked man's demon mask.

He suddenly closed the book, looked up at the sky, and said, "I can't understand Chinese characters anymore."

The savage suddenly looked up at Zhang Yuan, "Kid, do you even know Chinese characters?"

Zhang Yuan swallowed hard, looked around, and realized that everyone else had already run away, leaving him alone to watch the show.

Now the other person will definitely be asking about themselves.

He hesitated for a moment, then solemnly replied, "I understand!"

"Then you can stay and teach me. As a reward, you can also practice this so-called divine skill."

Shock, joy, fear.

Zhang Yuan's feelings were hard to describe, but this was definitely the biggest turning point in his life.

He looked towards the dark forest, but the masked man had already disappeared.

As the saying goes, "drive away the wolf to devour the tiger," the masked man is the leader of the Valley of Villains and also a Celestial Warrior.

He was prepared to destroy the Central Plains, but he had to slow down because of one person.

He could not possibly be a match for Sheng Wansong, nor could he possibly catch up to the other's level of cultivation. Therefore, he sought out a promising person and personally handed over the cultivation technique to that person.

Whether it succeeds or not, at least Vanma won't stand on the opposite side of him.

Barbarians won't fight to protect the Great Liang.

at the same time.

The Feng family of Zhongyuan also welcomed visitors.

The visitor was a girl with shoulder-length silver hair and red eyes.

The girl clasped her hands together, as if she were meeting her idol.

"This humble monk, Kama, greets Lady Phoenix."

Despite her noble status, Huang lived in a simple house in the back mountains, not in a luxurious place.

She was chopping wood and cooking.

The seemingly ordinary movements gave Kama a mysterious and profound feeling.

"What business does the leader of the Desire Sect have with me?"

The girl was not embarrassed when her identity was revealed. "Since ancient times, women have been subservient to men. Only Lady Huang has risen up in rebellion."

"Now that we have encountered an insurmountable peak, my daughter has come to present her treasure."

She stretched out her hands and respectfully presented a lewd secret manual.

The four small characters were written in neat handwriting above.

"The Eight Manifestations of Guru Rinpoche"

Huang casually took the manual and flipped through it.

"The Eight Manifestations of Guru Rinpoche were created by Guru Padmasambhava. They may not be as advanced as the techniques you practice, but their subtleties overlap with the power of heaven and earth that Sheng Wansong spoke of."

If she were to lose to power, Huang wouldn't feel anything; she would simply consider it as her martial arts memory not being sufficient and needing further inheritance and refinement.

However, she also lost to Katsumamatsu in terms of traction skills.

The martial arts legacy passed down through the Feng family for eight hundred years was defeated by a fourteen-year-old boy.

She has to win it back.

Otherwise, the Feng family's long-held principles will be shattered.

"This book on the Eight Manifestations of Guru Rinpoche may not be considered particularly exquisite, but its effects are indeed very much in line with my own, and it is fitting that it be used by me."

Huang accepted the cultivation technique and said calmly, "You may leave."

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There was neither gratitude nor reward.

Kama smiled and slowly withdrew.