Infinite Demon God: How can I download it if I don't have enough data?

Thinking about this...

He frowned slightly.

If so, some of the previous speculations can be explained.

But if that's the case...

that……

He turned to look out the window.

He got up and walked over.

It is nighttime.

There were no dark clouds in the night sky, and the moonlight was bright.

It was sprayed on his body like mercury.

He had already tried to find out that Moonlight had no source value.

He was thinking about something else.

If his idea is correct.

Doesn't that mean we can obtain a source of persistent source value?

Was that sun some kind of strange or malevolent force?

If that's the case, wouldn't that mean it's also alive?

The thought arose the instant.

It was as if an indescribable terror enveloped him, making Hu Long feel somewhat suffocated.

If a living sun is truly like this, is the other party already dead, or is it asleep?

If it were the former, that would be fine.

But if it's the latter...

If the other party wakes up and moves around a little, even the Earth beneath their feet would probably turn to ashes.

Thinking of this, Hu Long couldn't help but feel cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

This speculation is terrifying.

shook his head.

Hu Long forcibly suppressed this thought.

Thinking about these things now is of little use.

Internal strife is a major taboo.

What I need to do now is rest first, and then practice secret martial arts to resolve the problems I have.

Thinking of this.

He went into the bathroom, but because of his previous experience, he dared not take a bath again.

I took a quick shower, then lay down on the bed and closed my eyes.

……

Silent all night.

Hu Long didn't sleep much.

It's not because I'm overthinking.

Instead, I had several nightmares that night, all of which involved that ghostly thing wrapping its hair around my neck and making it impossible for me to breathe.

Perhaps it was a memory left over from the original owner's death, or perhaps it was caused by the erosion of this thing by him over time.

It's been giving him a lot of dreams these past few days, though not as frequently as tonight.

Fortunately, he is in good physical condition now, and not sleeping for one night is nothing to him.

In the morning, after a simple breakfast...

Hu Long then drove away from home.

……

Tongbi Club.

It's more like a martial arts school than a club.

Upon entering the main hall, one finds little decoration, with only a few calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, adding a touch of solemnity.

There was a smell in the air that was a mixture of wood and light ink.

"Hello, are you Mr. Hu Long?"

As soon as Hu Long stepped inside, a young woman dressed in simple clothes came forward to greet him, her voice gentle and polite.

"it's me."

Hu Long nodded slightly.

Please come with me.

The woman smiled faintly and led him inside.

After passing through a short corridor.

The two then arrived at the door of a reception room.

"Please go inside and wait a moment. Chief Instructor Hu should be here soon."

"Just call me anytime if you need anything."

The woman bowed slightly, and after Hu Long nodded, she turned and left.

Hu Long walked through the door.

He thought he had arrived early enough.

But to his surprise, the others were already there. Inside the hall, the other four people had already arrived.

"Brother Long is here! Come, have a seat!"

Hu Long arrived.

The Hu clansman in the black vest with tattoos on his arms immediately stood up.

Hu Long was asked to sit down first.

Hu Long remembered that the man's name was Hu Wei, and he was actually a year older than Hu Long.

But he didn't hesitate to call me "brother" at all.

In this regard.

Hu Long didn't stand on ceremony and sat down directly.

Upon seeing Hu Long arrive, Hu Zetong, who was sitting to the side, snorted coldly.

However, upon noticing Hu Long's gaze, he involuntarily shrank back.

From childhood to adulthood, in terms of sheer strength, no one could rival him.

This led to him feeling resentful, but also instinctively developing a slight fear of Hu Long.

Hu Long simply smiled at the other party's behavior and didn't pay much attention to it.

After all, fifteen or sixteen years old is the age when chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) is rampant.

Moreover, as an elder, he naturally couldn't hold a grudge against the other party.

Of course, sometimes it's necessary to teach a lesson appropriately.

After Hu Long arrived, the group didn't say much.

An eerie silence was maintained.

However, this situation did not last long.

Footsteps could be heard outside.

"Sorry to keep you all waiting!"

The man who entered was a muscular, broad-shouldered, and thick-waisted fellow.

His muscles weren't very prominent; they were the type of muscles encased in fat, but he looked very strong.

In reality, this body type is undoubtedly more lethal.

After entering the house, he scanned the room with his eyes, finally focusing on Hu Long and Hu Zetong.

Clearly, he had already learned some information beforehand.

"My name is Hu Qitian, and I will be your teacher who guides you into the Secret Martial Arts Path. I will be your teacher until you master internal energy and reach the Body Forging Realm."

Hu Qitian smiled.

They seemed to have no airs.

"Hello, my name is Hu Long, nice to meet you!"

Hu Long immediately extended his hand.

Hu Qitian was slightly taken aback.

Seeing the hand extended in front of him, he couldn't refuse, so he reached out and shook hands with it.

"You must be Hu Long. I've heard of you. You performed very well on the day of the ancestral worship ceremony. You're a genius."

"No, I still have a lot to learn from you."

Hu Long laughed.

He has none of the airs of a genius.

As he said this, a thought suddenly struck him.

The other person's name was Hu Qitian, but he didn't seem to have seen him among that group of relatives.

Based on this, it seems that there should be more than the thirty or so people in the main family who were seen at the ancestral rites.

Upon seeing this, the other four people also quickly stood up and shook hands.

I was afraid that the teacher in front of me would think I was disrespectful.

In this regard.

Hu Long retreated to the side without leaving a trace.

The lines of silver text faded from my retina.

[Target: Hu Qitian]

【Skill 1: Mountain-Standing Stake (Level 9)】

Size: 20MB (Status: Not available for download)

(Note: This is a prerequisite training method for the Spirit Ape Secret Martial Arts. Once mastered, it can reduce the difficulty of training the Spirit Ape Secret Martial Arts.)

……

【Skill 2: Tang Hand (Master)】

Size: 2MB (Status: Downloadable)

(Note: Close-quarters hand-to-hand combat techniques...)

……

The opponent has quite a few skills, but apart from the Mountain-Standing Stake, they are mostly ordinary skills.

For example, the Tang Hand, as a master-level skill.

For him now, it has been reduced to just two trillion.

Although downloading it might improve his performance in some ways.

However, Hu Long did not download it at all.

Because ordinary skills are better than nothing to him now.

It's more worthwhile to save the download for the extraordinary skills.

If he's not mistaken.

That standing mountain stance is a method that martial artists need to practice.

Unfortunately, there is only a little over one source value, which is far from enough to download.

Soon, after a brief introduction...

Hu Qitian led Hu Long and the others out of the reception room and towards the outside.

After walking through two corridors, shouts and cheers could be heard in the distance.

Hu Long looked in the direction of the sound.

Not far away, a dozen or so people were practicing against each other in an indoor room.

Are we with these people?

Hu Zetong asked curiously from the side.

"no!"

Hu Qitian shook his head.

"These people are all outsiders who were raised by the family."

The purpose is merely to serve the main family. If someone truly possesses extraordinary talent, they might choose to marry into the family or become an adopted son-in-law.

He spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

But that's normal.

As a clan built around the extraordinary power of secret martial arts, they wish to ensure the clan's continued existence for generations to come.

Naturally, it is necessary to ensure a stable output of secret warriors.

However, to practice secret martial arts, one needs sufficient aptitude.

No clan can guarantee this.

Whether it's a family, a company, or a dynasty, they all seem to follow a similar cycle.

The older generation created brilliance, but the next generation may not be able to inherit and maintain it.

There are countless examples of families ruining their businesses and dynasties collapsing.

As clans bound by blood, they are slightly more resilient than pure organizations, yet they still find it difficult to escape this seemingly fated cycle.

No one can guarantee that every generation will have the aptitude for cultivation, or that they will be able to cultivate enough strength to support the family in its decline.

To maintain the clan's strength, it is necessary to continuously inject fresh and high-quality blood.

Therefore, many clans actively recruit those exceptionally talented fighting geniuses.

Compared to ordinary people, they are more qualified and have greater potential.

By having members of the clan marry such people, the chances of their offspring acquiring excellent qualities are naturally higher.

Even if not chosen as a marriage partner, they can be trained as secret warriors or capable subordinates in the outer circle.

This practice is quite common among clans, differing only in scale and scope.