My cultivation method shines upon all heavens.

Lu Ming frowned and looked at the other person with a puzzled expression.

This was the first time he had ever heard of such a concept as the "skill of entering the Dao."

Lian Feng looked helpless, his expression as if he were seeing a country bumpkin enter the Grand View Garden for the first time.

He didn't say much, and gently waved the feather fan in his hand.

Lu Ming felt a gentle breeze brush past his face, bringing a cool sensation that seeped into his skin.

Immediately, his expression changed drastically.

Countless tiny blue vortices suddenly appeared from all directions, surrounding him.

As the vibrations and suction occurred, it was as if countless invisible hands were simultaneously gripping his wrists, ankles, waist, abdomen, and shoulders.

His hands and feet were completely bound, and his body could hardly move an inch.

"Is this the strength of the Dragon and Tiger Ranking?"

He struggled to lift his eyes and looked at the young prodigy standing before him with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

He could sense that if he unleashed his full power, he could indeed break free of the restraints.

But he knew even more clearly that this was nothing more than a casual strike from the other party.

Moreover, for some reason, this method of attack gave him a vague sense of familiarity.

When Lian Feng saw that Lu Ming was finally moved, a satisfied smile finally appeared on his lips:

"My Star Spin is a technique for entering the Dao... It can draw upon the stellar energy of heaven and earth to bind enemies."

He paced back and forth a couple of steps, his feather fan lightly tapping his palm:

"What you lay practitioners usually cultivate are 'training methods,' designed solely for physical tempering. While they possess some power, how can they compare to 'martial arts,' which are specifically designed for killing?"

"Within aristocratic families and sects, disciples are generally only allowed to practice martial arts after they have reached the Marrow Refining Realm."

"It serves both to protect myself and enhance my combat power so that I can break through the Dragon and Tiger Ranking, and also to prepare for the possibility of reaching the Transcendent Realm."

"Only by transforming skills into techniques can one draw upon the true energy of heaven and earth, allowing it to reside within the human body and break through to the higher realm of transcendence."

He walked up to Lu Ming, looking down at him with a playful smile on his lips:

"These techniques for entering the Dao were completely monopolized from the very beginning and were absolutely not allowed to be passed on to outsiders."

He tilted his head, his tone full of sarcasm:

"How about it? Don't you hate those old guys to the core? The path of martial arts they planned for you is a trap, a death trap at every turn."

"These old fogies are no good at dealing with demons, but when it comes to studying how to torment people... that's a traditional skill."

Lu Ming's expression was solemn, clearly indicating that he had suffered a significant shock.

The skill to enter the Dao?

Only by progressing from skill to mastery can one glimpse the transcendent realm beyond the ordinary.

Therefore, if a wandering cultivator completes the seven realms of martial arts, they will inevitably be trapped in that realm forever without understanding why.

Even if one manages to learn the truth through hardship and begins to seek out martial arts techniques to learn, after wasting so much time, one will inevitably become just another ordinary person.

It must be said that Lian Feng's words truly struck a chord with him—

These old fogies occupy high positions, but they have no skill in dealing with demons; however, they are adept at dealing with their own people.

However, he then gave the other person a strange look, inwardly thinking:

The "old things" you're talking about include the higher-ups of the Tianji Sect, right? You're really brave; aren't you afraid of being retaliated against?

When Lian Feng saw him looking at him, he assumed that the other person was stunned by his words, and he couldn't help but raise his chin smugly.

Lu Ming was too lazy to pay attention to this seemingly aloof but actually somewhat flamboyant disciple of the Heavenly Mystery Sect. His mind raced:

"Mobilizing the true energy of heaven and earth..."

He looked at the blue light spots that surrounded him.

It was warm and cozy, yet it carried a deep sense of icy chill.

He had no doubt that this so-called "star vortex" could transform from a trap into a killing move in an instant.

"Stellar Qi? The Qi of stars?"

He thought to himself, "Then the 'Purple Sun Setting in the West' technique I used against Thousand Eyes that day could be considered a martial art... or perhaps a half-finished product?"

He couldn't help but recall the day he mobilized the swirling purple aura, and finally realized where this sense of familiarity came from.

"so……"

He looked at Lian Feng, "What is this small knife?"

Lian Feng awkwardly withdrew his hand, which had been pointing at the knife, coughed twice, and then slowly spoke:

"This was obtained by one of my sect's masters back then... after casually killing a petty thief."

He considered his words carefully before continuing:

"Although it's a minor skill, it's quite amazing. If you practice this technique after breaking through to the Marrow Refining Realm, you might have a chance to break into the Dragon and Tiger Ranking."

In fact, he did not want Lu Ming to make this choice, nor did he think the other party would choose it.

After all, what's the use of learning this entry-level skill if we don't first resolve the issue of different paths in martial arts?

Unfortunately, Lu Ming was clearly not interested in the first two items, but in order to establish a karmic connection with the other party, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and try his best to sell them.

Lu Ming looked up at him, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly exerted all his strength—

"Bang--!"

The blue vortex around him suddenly trembled, then scattered and shattered like broken stars, turning into streaks of light that melted into the air.

Sometimes, demonstrating a certain level of strength can reassure the other party to invest.

"Um?"

Lian Feng's eyes narrowed immediately. "Such a powerful physique! Even among those I've seen in the Bone Forging Realm, he's an outstanding individual!"

Although he did not use his full strength, he believed that restraining his opponent with his martial arts skills would be a piece of cake.

Unexpectedly, Lu Ming gave him another surprise.

He lightly clapped his hands with his feather fan, his smile widening.

"Good, good, good... As expected of the person I've chosen."

Seeing his infatuated expression, Lu Ming ignored him and went straight to the bed, picking up the rusty knife and examining it closely.

The knife is three and a half inches long, extremely light and thin, shaped like a willow leaf, and is made of some unknown metal. It is so light that you can hardly feel its weight when you hold it in your palm.

The blade is now covered in rust, speckled like tear stains, but you can still vaguely see tiny characters engraved on it.

Clearly, the original owner, for reasons unknown, had inscribed the cultivation method directly onto the blade.

Lian Feng gently waved her feather fan, not urging him, but simply watching him with a smile.

[Martial skill "Blade in the Wind" discovered, high-grade spirit level, can be refined. Refine?]

The Heavenly Heart Scroll unfolds once more, and amidst the swirling clouds and mist, lines of writing emerge.

Lu Ming raised an eyebrow, turned slightly to the side, and looked at Lian Feng with some curiosity:

"How are these martial arts techniques categorized?"

Lian Feng smiled upon hearing this, finally getting the question he was waiting for:

"True martial arts techniques are often paired with martial arts principles, and are divided into four ranks: Unranked, Spirit Rank, Earth Rank, and Heaven Rank."

"Martial arts techniques that do not reach the rank are generally created by those who are trapped in the Transcendent Realm in order to enhance their combat power, and their power is mediocre."

"And martial arts of the lower level of the Spirit Rank are already the mainstream among martial arts. The remaining first-level, first-tier martial arts are extremely rare."

"Earth-rank martial arts techniques are practically common knowledge in the Great Zhao Kingdom. As for Heaven-rank techniques..."

He shrugged. "I've never heard of it."

Lu Ming's heart stirred.

It seems that this so-called high-grade spirit-level item is already extremely rare.

"so……"

He simply looked up and got straight to the point: "What do you want to exchange this for?"

Seeing this, Lian Feng narrowed his eyes and felt a slight sense of relief.

Although there were some twists and turns, and Lu Ming did not choose the Star Gazing Palm, he accepted it as long as the result was right.

With a smile on his face, he walked up to Lu Ming and patted him on the shoulder:

"Talking about deals would be too hurtful... I just hope that we can help each other in the future."

Lu Ming's face showed a half-smile, and he instantly understood the meaning behind the other party's words.

Verbal agreements are meaningless; only interests are eternal.

The other party clearly wanted to use this martial arts skill as a stepping stone to gain the trust of the two in future transactions.

He secretly admired the other person's magnanimity.

He originally thought that if the other party made an exorbitant demand, he would simply refine it and be done with it.

Now it seems unnecessary, since he doesn't know if the other party, with their cultivation level and eyesight, can see anything unusual.

"Okay... deal."

He chuckled softly and extended his right hand to the other person.

Lian Feng was taken aback, then also reached out his hand.

Their hands clasped firmly in mid-air, they smiled at each other, and everything was understood without words.

"Oh, right..."

Lian Feng suddenly raised an eyebrow and spoke, his expression becoming more serious:

"The city may not be peaceful during this period."

"Is things not peaceful?"

Lu Ming's expression shifted, and he then tentatively asked:

"The powerful local figures... are they starting to get restless?"

Lian Feng nodded and said in a deep voice:

"That's right. Although the Wang family has fallen on hard times and lost the cultivation method of the White Tiger Body from their ancestors, they have ultimately inherited some of the characteristics of the body."

"Given Wang An's strength, even Liu Zhiyuan wouldn't dare to be careless. At this point, Liu Zhiyuan and the four major powers in the city are practically locked in open conflict."

He paused, his tone becoming even more somber:

"Moreover, there are also Yun Changfeng and Wang Ziru from the Taiping Dao, those two troublemakers."

"The former is the Grand Master of the Way of Peace, whose strength has already reached the upper realm of the Transcendent Realm. Even Liu Zhiyuan is very wary of him."

"The latter is the Daoist Master of the Taiping Dao, an outstanding figure among the younger generation, ranked ninety-third on the Dragon and Tiger List, and known as the 'Shadow Runner'."

"Although he only has the cultivation level of the Marrow Refining Realm, his strength should not be underestimated."

Lian Feng clearly didn't want to see his newly allied Daoist perish halfway through, and solemnly instructed him:

"Liu Zhiyuan probably won't let go of such a helpful person as you, so be careful... I might not be able to look after you when the time comes."

With that, he flicked his sleeve, and the other two items on the bed were put into his sleeve. Then, he disappeared in a flash.

"Ouch... damn it!"

A short scream suddenly came from outside the window, followed by the rustling sound of clothes.

Lu Ming was slightly taken aback, then walked to the window and looked outside.

A staggering figure was disappearing into the distance, looking like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Huh? Such a powerful person tripped over a stone? Am I seeing things?"

He muttered something to himself, but then immediately put it out of his mind.

"Wang Ziru... Is that person's name? To be ranked on the Dragon and Tiger List with a cultivation level of Marrow Refining Realm, he must have cultivated martial arts techniques."

He pondered to himself, "The Shadow Runner... does their strength lie primarily in talismans and speed?"

A sense of apprehension arose in his heart.

Even now, he still finds the practice of talismans quite baffling.

There's always this eerie feeling that it's like an ordinary person practicing martial arts while the other person is cultivating immortality.

"Never mind, I should focus on improving myself first."

He sat cross-legged on the bed, examining the small knife in his hand, a thought suddenly occurring to him:

"Refine!"