Transforming the false into the true, I am the only one in the world who possesses the true Dharma.

The sound was very faint; it was almost impossible to hear unless you listened very carefully.

Moreover, Xu Yan only heard it clearly after he had advanced to the mid-stage of the Transcendent Realm.

The newcomer is a master.

Without hesitation, Xu Yan shifted his feet and swung his hand out.

Black energy swirled around his palm, and the bone-corroding poison was so dense it made one's scalp tingle.

A clear, crisp sound rang out from the darkness.

"Huh? A poisonous palm strike?"

"Bang!"

The crisp sound turned into a dull thud.

Xu Yan exchanged a palm strike with his opponent, who was forced to retreat several steps.

Xu Yan showed no mercy and pressed his palm down on the figure's head once more.

With that single palm strike, the poison had already invaded the opponent's body.

With just one more strike, the Bone-Corroding Palm can unleash its toxins, doubling its effect.

"Wait a minute!"

In the darkness, the woman in yellow had dark eyebrows and eyes, but her cheeks were shrouded in black mist, and she raised her hands high.

"I surrender!"

Xu Yan transformed his palm into a claw, grabbed the woman in yellow by the neck, and lifted her up.

With just a thought, the poison could erupt a second time, causing the toxins accumulated in the woman in yellow to explode.

"Interesting, so there are people who pretend to be weak to fool others?"

The woman in yellow in front of them was one of the three women who had been captured by Zhao Hai.

Xu Yan hadn't expected that the other party was actually a martial artist who had cultivated true qi.

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of the woman's mouth. She struggled for a while, then gave up.

"I never expected that in the chaotic Blackwater Street, there would be such a kind person as you."

"Kindness?"

"You're already showing some conscience by letting three vulnerable women go."

Xu Yan stepped forward a few paces, pinned the woman in yellow against the wall, and narrowed his eyes.

Whether you mean well or not is irrelevant; what I care about most is your identity.

The woman in yellow said helplessly, "I am seriously injured and poisoned by you. I have no chance of fighting you. Please put me down first."

Xu Yan did not let go.

The woman in yellow straightened her body to alleviate her pain: "If you kill me, you won't escape with your life either. There are special techniques that allow you to leave your enemy with your aura before you die, so you can find the killer."

Xu Yan raised an eyebrow and asked, "What is your purpose?"

The woman in yellow smiled bitterly, "I was staying at that old woman's house to heal my wounds, but I ended up encountering those filthy thugs. I was just about to take care of them when you attacked first."

Xu Yan glanced at the woman in yellow, then suddenly raised his hand and placed it on her chest.

The woman in yellow was startled and was about to scream when she noticed that Xu Yan remained calm.

Xu Yan released his grip: "He was indeed seriously injured."

Just now, he used his true energy to investigate and found that the woman in yellow had several hidden injuries, which would take a lot of time to heal.

The woman in yellow gritted her teeth and said, "I can examine your wrist, why are you pressing your chest?"

Xu Yan said in a serious tone, "Because I don't know."

The woman in yellow said speechlessly, "What a perfectly legitimate reason."

Xu Yan sat back in the rattan chair and said calmly, "You want to use my place to secretly treat your injuries, what benefit do I get from that?"

After speaking with the woman in yellow, Xu Yan made a plan.

If there is a way to identify the killer, then they should not be killed.

Although the origins of the woman in yellow are unknown, the injuries on her body are indeed extremely severe; anyone else would probably be dead by now.

Since it's about healing, he should get something in return.

The woman in yellow rolled her eyes: "Judging from your probing movements just now, you must have been lucky enough to enter the ranks of martial artists. How about I teach you some martial arts knowledge?"

Xu Yan shook his head and said, "Not enough."

The woman in yellow was stunned, her eyes filled with confusion.

Xu Yan tapped on the table: "I need a cultivation technique."

The woman in yellow quickly shook her head: "You cannot practice my cultivation technique; this is for your own good."

Xu Yan poured himself a glass of water and drank it: "Then give me other cultivation techniques."

The woman in yellow gritted her teeth: "Fine."

She hadn't expected Xu Yan to make this request, but she needed to heal her injuries right now.

Otherwise, if her enemies found out, she would surely die.

Xu Yan pulled out paper and pen and placed them on the table: "Write it now. By the way, what's your name?"

The woman in yellow picked up a calligraphy brush: "Huang Yuxian."

Xu Yan nodded slightly: "While you're writing, tell me the information about the martial artist."

Huang Yuxian's eyes widened: "How could I possibly do two things at once?"

Xu Yan said "Oh," and then continued, "So you can't do two things at once. Then I'll write first."

Upon hearing this, Huang Yuxian, if not for his injuries, would have insisted on fighting Xu Yan to the death.

"Aside from the cultivation techniques I practice, I only know one sword technique. That's all. You don't need to ask. Cultivation techniques are very important and not easily obtained."

Xu Yan did not answer, but gestured for Huang Yuxian to write first.

Huang Yuxian stopped talking and then began to write slowly.

Half an hour later, Huang Yuxian had written more than a dozen sheets of paper, each filled with densely packed small characters.

Xu Yan picked it up and carefully looked through it.

The sword technique is called Gentle Breeze Sword Technique, and it is a light and agile sword technique.

After Xu Yan finished reading all the content, a wisp of smoke appeared before his eyes.

[The Gentle Breeze Sword Technique has been detected as fake. Consuming one or two lives can convert it into the Clear Breeze Sword Technique.]

[Convert or not?]

Xu Yan raised an eyebrow slightly: "It's fake, you're not being honest."

Huang Yuxian's eyes widened: "How could it be fake? I need to heal here right now. If I give you a fake one, and you fix the wrong thing, what benefit will I get?"

Xu Yan fell into deep thought.

What Huang Yuxian just said seems to make sense.

However, the textual evidence displayed in the True Record proves that this practice method does indeed have problems.

Xu Yan stroked his chin and asked, "How did martial artists originate, and where did their cultivation techniques come from?"

If what Huang Yu-hsien said is true, then there is a big problem here.

Huang Yuxian rolled her eyes: "How would I know how martial artists originated? Anyway, since martial artists came into existence, there have been cultivation techniques. However, one must be careful when cultivating techniques, as each advancement is a life-or-death hurdle, such as the Gentle Wind Sword Technique."

"The first hurdle is that the gentle breeze transforms into a sharp blade, constantly damaging the meridians; the second hurdle..."

She pointed to the words above, explaining as she did so.

坎？

Xu Yan felt a sense of doubt.

After the fake practice became real, it seemed like there were no major obstacles.

Could it be that what they're building is fake, and only what I'm building is real?

Based on Huang Yuxian's statement, Xu Yan could only draw this one conclusion.

After the thought popped into his head, Xu Yan shook his head vigorously to shake off these thoughts.

Perhaps it is true, but now is not the time to consider such things.

There are many ways to verify this later, such as directly trying to read the correct exercise manual.

If he can trigger the True Talisman, then his idea will be correct.

After Huang Yuxian finished speaking, Xu Yan picked up the Gentle Breeze Sword Technique, but didn't focus on it.

"Now, let's talk about the knowledge of martial arts."

He already knew most of the other things; Xu Yan needed basic knowledge.

Huang Yuxian thought for a moment, organized her thoughts, and then began to speak slowly.

"There are two kinds of martial arts in the world: methods and techniques."