Chapter 139: Transmitting the Method – Seeking 6K Subscriptions

"So why is the Zhao family heir's senior brother staring at the seat? I thought his senior brother was on the other end, right?"

Even though Wang Wu was sitting right beside them, the two people next door were completely oblivious to where Zhao Xingyue's gaze was directed.

This is the advantage of the Yinji Divine Sect's techniques; after all, a killer needs concealment and to act unnoticed. It's nothing like that idiot the master mentioned, who rushes in flamboyantly to kill someone and then struts away after the deed.

As for hiding one's identity? What is that? It doesn't exist.

"You probably don't know this, do you? That Liu boy is now a couple with his junior junior sister, and we have no idea what happened between them and the Zhao family heir—what a pity."

"Otherwise…" the man said, "to have the heirs of the Zhao family and the Yu family at one's side, the future would be boundless."

The speaker was a young man sitting right next to Wang Wu, yet he exuded an old‑fashioned aura; his strength was only slightly above that of an ordinary person, but his age was at least over a hundred years.

In this world there are, of course, some longevity methods, such as facial‑preserving pills and health‑nourishing pills. They have little effect on cultivators, because cultivators do not rely on such things for longevity.

But for ordinary people, the effect is certainly quite good.

"But both are heirs of the Yu family; this kid is destined to choose only one, right?" His companion, after hearing the man's words, shook his head, "That Liu senior brother is merely from an ordinary great clan in Tongzhou, still far behind the Sitou family and the Zhao family."

"Indeed…" the hundred‑year‑old youngster realized at this moment, "It is true, only one can be chosen. But this kid is really impressive…"

Speaking of that, he felt a bit emotional, and casually glanced at Wang Wu sitting beside him.

"That kid's looks fall short of this younger brother's by a lot, yet he can win the affection of both heirs; the daughter of that noble family is truly simple…"

After speaking, the man smiled at Wang Wu, "I am Shu Tong, may I know your honorable surname and given name?"

"Wang Wu."

Upon hearing the name Wang Wu, the man's face showed no expression; evidently he had no recollection of the name.

Even if he did, in this situation he would not associate this Wang Wu with 'that' Wang Wu.

"Ah, brother Wang." The man gave Wang Wu a very considerate smile, nodded, "Brother Wang, you are exceptionally heroic, and your female companion exudes great nobility, not inferior to Zhao Xingyue down there."

"Thank you for the compliment." Wang Wu smiled and nodded, then his gaze continued toward the arena; a small kite in his bosom brushed his neck lightly, making his skin itch.

Although he had expended some stamina earlier, the buff from the lingering affectionate entanglement with his lover certainly brought more benefits than drawbacks; a little stamina loss recovers quickly, but the long‑term positive‑mindset buff adds a substantial boost.

The sect's grand tournament naturally matches equal realms against each other; Zhao Xingyue's current strength remains at mid‑True Realm, yet she is only one step away from the later stage.

Reaching the later stage means beginning to condense a Pure Body, and once a Pure Body is formed, it also means Wang Wu will never again experience that… uh, nothing.

Thus Wang Wu hurriedly came to find Zhao Xingyue first rather than Wang Lan, because Wang Lan's realm certainly hasn't risen as quickly as hers.

Even if, after the true meridian clears, Wang Lan's talent would surge dramatically, perhaps even surpassing Zhao Xingyue.

But from the time she finishes a course of medicine to when the true meridian just clears, how long has it been? It's certainly impossible to reach that level so quickly.

Perhaps in this battle she will gain some insight and breakthrough.

The upgrade mode for transcendents here isn't much different from that in the assassin brother's world; it's all combat thrills, combat insight, combat leveling.

However, the experience gained after narrowly escaping death and healing from severe injuries is certainly not as high as that for those Earthlings.

After watching Zhao Xingyue's fight with the other opponent on stage for a while, Wang Wu began to feel a bit bored.

The two were evenly matched, and for a while no clear winner emerged; magical artifacts flew about the arena. As a daughter of a wealthy family, Zhao Xingyue had plenty of gear, but the opponent was no pushover, and the battle soon became stalemated.

His eyes darted around the arena, then across the spectator seats, but he saw no familiar faces.

As for Zhao Xingyue's senior brother, Wang Wu doesn't even know his name, so naturally he doesn't care about him.

Although that day he saw things he shouldn't have, Wang Wu has never cared about the matter; moreover, he added Holy Light, and even Zhao Xingyue didn't mind, so he certainly wouldn't say anything.

"Zhao Xingyue! Victory!!"

Finally, after a little over an hour, with the referee's announcement, Zhao Xingyue ultimately claimed victory in the bout.

Even though bored, Wang Wu still watched the entire match attentively, albeit multitasking—surfing the web while watching.

As the match ended, Wang Wu's chat also neared its conclusion.

【Yun Guang Cheng Di Yi Chu Shen: Honestly, doesn't it need some optimization? This version of the technique might be a bit too difficult, not suitable for wide promotion.】

【Shan Ding Dong Yaoguai: No need, after all it's a high‑end product sold to others; they'd be unhappy if it were simpler.】

【Yun Guang Cheng Di Yi Chu Shen: Fine then, I've already sent you the document. As you said, the limit realm is roughly the tier of a fourth‑grade warrior, with a maximum speed of 380 Mach.】

【Shan Ding Dong Yaoguai: Thanks, Chef God brother, I mailed the items to you yesterday. By the way, this shouldn't affect your work, right?】

【Yun Guang Cheng Di Yi Chu Shen: Rest assured, our exchange process is public, already reported, a normal transaction.】

【Shan Ding Dong Yaoguai: Good, then Chef God brother, just wait to receive our local specialties.】

【Yun Guang Cheng Di Yi Chu Shen: Haha, I'm looking forward to it too. By the way, is monster meat really okay? I recall you're a monster, right?】

【Shan Ding Dong Yaoguai: Monsters without awakened higher intelligence pose no ethical issues; they're edible, and we monsters eat them ourselves. Whether a monster has awakened higher intelligence is obvious at a glance, no misjudgment.】

【Shan Ding Dong Yaoguai: You needn't worry that this is like killing an unborn monster, because awakening true 'spiritual intelligence' is the first daunting threshold on a monster's path to transformation.】

【Shan Ding Dong Yaoguai: Most monsters never cross that threshold in their lifetime; it's akin to a slightly stronger dinosaur on your side, but its intelligence is lower than your dinosaurs, so you can rest easy.】

【Yun Guang Cheng Di Yi Chu Shen: Alright, then I'm relieved. By the way, Xiao Wang, you're quite nice, actually caring whether my work is affected.】

【Yun Guang Cheng Di Yi Chu Shen: It's hard to imagine you can hang out with Wu Yun and Qin Xiang; those two aren't exactly good stock.】

【Shan Ding Dong Yaoguai: Uh, they've helped me a lot too, Chef God brother, I know it might be a bit off, but after all…】

【Yun Guang Cheng Di Yi Chu Shen: Haha, it's fine, it's fine. You go on, I'm logging off.】

The communication ended, and the outside bout also concluded at that moment. Seeing Zhao Xingyue leave the stage, Wang Wu immediately followed down from the spectator seats toward the competitor area.

Of course he could enter the competitors' prep and rest areas, since he had a family‑member identification. As for whose family member, it was, of course, Zhao Xingyue's.

"Xingyue! Xingyue!"

As soon as he entered the arena, Wang Wu saw Zhao Xingyue drenched in sweat, and beside her was Liu senior brother, who had been chatting with her nonstop.

Zhao Xingyue had also been chatting with him, but unlike the senior brother's expression, her demeanor was consistently very calm.

"Senior brother, I think you should go keep junior sister company? You two are in the same team, and later there's a team match; won't you give her some encouragement?"

Zhao Xingyue walked forward, not looking back, while continuing to chat with the senior brother.

"Junior sister, I…" the senior brother began to say something, but Wang Wu's voice had already reached them.

"Five… husband…?"

Upon hearing the sound, Zhao Xingyue's attention was instantly drawn, she turned to look at her lover, and as her figure flickered, she vanished beside Liu Yin.

Immediately after, there was no restraint, as lips and tongues tangled before everyone.

"Xingyue, you fought really well!"

Only after several full minutes did the two finally separate, gently sipping the water line that linked them, Wang Wu said tenderly.

"I also have to thank Wu Lang…" Zhao Xingyue said with a bright smile, looking at him, "When Wu Lang wasn't here, I wasn't very confident about today's duel, after all the opponent wasn't a nobody."

"But Wu Lang…"

At that point, Zhao Xingyue gently buried her head in Wang Wu's chest, then, blushing, stammered, "Wu Lang, I, I, I also, I also love, love you…"

"Are you still going to fight today?" Wang Wu asked.

"There are still four more hours; tonight there's another team duel that I'll lead, and earlier was our team's single duel."

"Then should we…"

Zhao Xingyue responded with action.

Watching the two disappear before him, Liu Yin just stood there dumbfounded, remaining motionless for a long, long time.

"Love me! Wu Lang, husband! Love, love me! …"

At noon, in Zhao Xingyue's room, after taking Zhao Xingyue and Zi Yuan to stroll around Tianmang City and eating a meal on the ninth floor there, it was time for the couple—no, the three of us—to share our hearts with each other.

It was merely a heart‑to‑heart, which means both sides pour out their true feelings, sincerely sharing thoughts and emotions to deepen understanding and trust, only verbal exchange, without any out‑of‑bounds or illicit actions.

That said, even after the senior brother's intrusion last time, Zhao Xingyue's home still hadn't taken any anti‑theft measures, remaining just as before.

Heat surged, sweat sprayed, and Wang Wu felt his neck damp, unsure whether it was sweat or saliva.

Casting aside all taboos, with nothing else in his mind, from one victory to another. Lips, tongue, hands, feet—using every possible means, they reaffirmed their vows of love.

And at that moment, as Zhao Xingyue called out to her lover again and again, a voice sounded beside her ear:

"So, so, senior sister, you're no different, is that so?"

【71】 Her eyes finally moved away from her lover's face, turning toward the other side, the bedroom entrance. Upon seeing the other person, Zhao Xingyue was startled.

Her eyes finally moved off her lover's face and turned to the other side, which was the bedroom entrance. When she saw the other person, Zhao Xingyue was momentarily stunned.

Shyness, surprise and confusion—all the emotions were there, but there was no notion of "stop."

Immediately after, under a violent spasm, Zhao Xingyue nearly fainted.

"Eek!!!!!!!"

"Senior, junior sister?" After a moment, she looked at the woman who appeared in her room, her voice trembling: "Y‑you, why, why, why are you here?"

"Is there, is there something, something you need?"

"I thought the new lover you found, senior sister, would be an incredibly devoted man." Although the scene made Yu Qingwan blush furiously, she forced herself to stay composed, her face flushed, and said.

"But, but I didn't expect, it's just… just like that…"

Her voice also trembled a bit.

She certainly knew about such matters, but had never seen it with her own eyes. Though she had already spent a night of love with senior brother, senior brother was still just…

Recalling senior brother's attitude, a trace of sorrow and anger rose in her heart.

Thus, washed by these negative emotions, she stepped forward.

"S‑so, since you are willing to devote yourself to him, then, why, why not be with me…"

"Didn't senior brother already make his choice?" Zhao Xingyue interrupted Yu Qingwan, her breathing now steady, waving her hand, a cloud of mist enveloped the bed.

The three hadn't done anything, so there was nothing really to cover, but just in case, they covered up a bit.

"He chose you, not me, nor us."

"Moreover, you probably wouldn't want to share your senior brother with me either?" Zhao Xingyue said, leaning lightly in Wang Wu's arms.

A scent lingered in the air, inevitably reminding her of the shoes and socks she hadn't changed after a long mission.

"I've never harbored any hostility toward you, junior sister, and I shouldn't be doing this just because of senior brother's choice," Zhao Xingyue continued, looking at Yu Qingwan.

"Actually, I guess I betrayed senior brother, right?"

Saying that, she lifted her head and glanced at Wang Wu.

He gently kissed her, then set her down and began dressing.

"After that day he rescued me, under his careful care, I had already developed feelings I shouldn't have, and senior brother…"

"He only chose to let go, allowing me to express my feelings to him."

"I love Wu Lang, so I'm willing."

"But speaking of that," at this moment Zhao Xingyue had already put on her clothes, she stepped down from the bed and came to the junior sister, "Junior sister, you came to find me, what is it?"

Yu Qingwan said nothing, just stared at Zhao Xingyue, then at Wang Wu for a long while before acting.

Her clothing fell from her body, and she stepped over Zhao Xingyue to stand before Wang Wu.

Zhao Xingyue made no comment on this move, only a hint of surprise.

Wang Wu usually wouldn't refuse in such a situation, but this time his expression was very neutral.

"Is there something?" he asked, tilting his head toward her.

"My body." Yu Qingwan circled in front of Wang Wu, "How does it compare to senior sister?"

"Beautiful." Wang Wu answered honestly, though she looked like a girl, the woman's figure was not particularly youthful, "Not inferior to Xingyue."

"Then, then I, I could also join you."

Yu Qingwan didn't know why she said that, even though her voice trembled even more intensely.

"No."

But Wang Wu refused.

"I saw desire in your eyes." He gently pushed the advancing woman away, saying, "But I also saw something else, and those things are more."

"Your desire isn't pure, you don't really want to make love with me."

"You're only doing it for revenge."

"I don't like this desire that mixes in things other than love."

"It can be pure desire, or pure love, and it can also be an intertwining of love and desire."

"But it cannot be like this."

Wang Wu's gaze burned intensely.

"So, if there's nothing else, please go back."

Yu Qingwan didn't know how she left; she only knew the gate behind her closed, and when she appeared in the courtyard, her clothes were already on.

Zhao Xingyue's maid, her face flushed, came to see her off; hearing the faint laughter and low humming from behind the door, Yu Qingwan stood rigidly in place, and after a long while, two streams of tears fell.

In the afternoon, the refreshed Wang Wu and the equally refreshed Zhao Xingyue strolled around the Upper Profound Sect with Zi Yuan, accompanying Zhao Xingyue to the player area to listen to her arrange tactics for her teammates, and accompanying the two women to the commercial street for shopping.

Of course, he also taught Zhao Xingyue a technique that had been revised by the strong cultivators on Assassin Brother's side.

Wang Wu had many of these "low-level techniques"; of course, Zhao Xingyue's version was naturally different, more high-level, because it could be cultivated up to near Third Rank, with a maximum speed of 700 Mach.

As for higher ones, it's not that he's unwilling to give them; it's that there's no need to give them, as the rice still has to be eaten bite by bite.

These techniques are the foundation possessed by the Extreme Heaven Divine Palace behind Wang Wu.

And this foundation is merely some leftover material of the Extreme Heaven Divine Palace, but for mortals like them, it is already sufficient.

As a secret organization surpassing any nation in this world, it is most likely even an extraterrestrial.

The Extreme Heaven Divine Palace certainly intends to interact with the human forces of this world; since it wants to craft a grand image for the organization, these techniques are definitely necessary.

Although these are only techniques of the Heavenly Communication Realm, meaning they have not yet surpassed the original power system's limit of this world, for the True Dao system, this technique naturally has its advantages.

The side effect of Demonic Cultivation is transformation into a demon, and although the True Dao is safer and more potential than Demonic Cultivation, it does not mean it is without flaws.

And the so‑called "anomalies" are a problem that True Dao cultivators have to face.

What is "truth"?

"Breaking delusion to seek truth" is what True Dao cultivators pursue. But what is that so‑called "truth"?

In the process of breaking delusion to seek truth, cultivators naturally keep pursuing that so‑called "truth"; they will break one wall after another, but no one knows what lies behind those walls.

Thus, anomalies appeared like this.

In the era where Zi Yuan lives, the world does not have such a thing as "anomalies"; she is very unfamiliar with this thing. She had already mentioned it before.

Clearly, this is a "product" that only appeared after the emergence of the True Dao.

It's like those demons.

However, the number of anomalies is few and they follow certain rules, so their threat to human society is not that great.

This is why humanity continues down this path, for even if it's bad, it won't be worse than the demonic path.

Moreover, the True Dao has limitless potential; although its current limit still cannot match Demonic Cultivation, the future is certainly promising.

"Wu Lang, this technique… I can't take it now." Zhao Xingyue refused Wang Wu's kindness, shaking her head.

"Why?" Wang Wu asked, a little puzzled.

"It's not the right time yet, it's inappropriate. Besides, Wu Lang, aren't you going to use other techniques to trade with the great powers? I'll just cultivate those later."

"You say those are harder, then I can also…" At this point, Zhao Xingyue rested her head on Wang Wu's shoulder, "I can use this as an excuse to come to you every day."

"Now that you have the ring, you can come to me," Wang Wu said with a smile, kissing her.

"Wu Lang, I'm hungry, serve me quickly." At this moment, Zi Yuan broke the two's 'alone time', saying very brazenly.

"Yes, yes, Your Highness," Wang Wu cheerfully took a pastry from his spatial ring and fed it to the nearby Zi Yuan.

"Your Highness" is, of course, a term used in Wang Wu's hometown; it hasn't reached here yet.

"Little Wu, I also want to eat, hurry and serve me, miss," Zhao Xingyue, watching Wang Wu's attentive care of Zi Yuan, suddenly became interested, and said.

"Also, this lady's feet are a bit sore; later, could you massage my toes for me?"

"Yes, miss."

Wang Wu bowed humbly toward Zhao Xingyue.

After all, both women are noble ladies, while he is merely an ordinary civilian from the 21st century.

As night fell, after escorting Zhao Xingyue to the arena, Wang Wu also arrived at the audience seats. He found his spot and sat down, but discovered that the person beside him was not the one from daytime.

It was a man he was quite familiar with, though not truly familiar—just having met a few times.

Si Tu Yuan.

"Really, just when I was drowsy I was given a pillow; I was just about to negotiate with the human great powers of this world, and the other side just appeared in front of me on its own."

"By the way, Lord Si Tu, are there also people from your clan cultivating in the Upper Profound Sect?"

Sitting beside Si Tu Yuan, Wang Wu asked with a smile.

"Hmm?"

Hearing that incredibly familiar voice, Si Tu Yuan immediately turned around, and upon seeing Wang Wu's face, was momentarily stunned.

"Sir…"

He hesitated for a moment before speaking:

"Sir, you truly are elusive."

(End of chapter)