Chapter 114: Retirement

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Rumble!!! A thunderous explosion erupted from the direction the Titan Giant Ape was moving, accompanied by a pillar of fire that reached the sky.

The earth shook, and a large number of spirit beasts began to flee into the distance.

Seeing this scene, the hearts of the Shrek group sank to the bottom.

Likewise, Meng Shu, standing to the side, had an unnatural expression. "The mysterious person you mentioned, could he be over there?"

Tang San nodded. "Senior, that Human-Faced..."

Before Tang San could finish his sentence, Meng Shu unleashed his full aura, took Chao Tianxiang and Meng Yiran, and vanished from the spot.

"……"

Tang San's expression stiffened.

A surge of resentment toward Meng Shu rose in his heart.

Who was the one wanting to settle accounts just a moment ago?! To be such a coward, and he calls himself Long Gong?

You're more like Tortoise Duke!!

"Xiao San, how did you provoke that person?" Yu Xiaogang asked.

This kind of power was likely even above Tang Hao's.

Tang San shook his head. "I don't know him at all. Just now, I had just finished off the Human-Faced Demon Spider, and he suddenly popped up."

"I made a trade with him: he helps me rescue Xiao Wu, and I give him some things."

"What things?" Yu Xiaogang asked, puzzled.

Did Tang San have something that could attract a powerhouse of that level?

"Just the techniques I practice," Tang San said, his mood extremely complicated.

The Xuantian Treasure Record had been handed to him personally by the Tang Sect's old patriarch, Tang Lan. Originally, he had hoped to carry forward the Tang Sect in this world, but he never expected to encounter such a situation.

If he didn't hand the things over, not only would he not be able to leave tonight, but Xiao Wu definitely wouldn't be able to either. But if he did hand them over...

Before long, the impacts in the distance stopped.

Tang San's mood grew tense again. With that person's speed, if he successfully rescued Xiao Wu, he would be back very soon.

Flender and Zhao Wuji were currently missing, so he couldn't count on them. Even Long Gong Meng Shu had been scared off. The other party's strength was likely that of a legendary Titled Douluo...

"Boy, are the things ready?"

The cold, demonic voice rang out again. Tang San turned his head abruptly to see the unconscious Xiao Wu being carried on the black-robed man's shoulder.

"Many thanks, Senior, for rescuing Xiao Wu," Tang San said with a respectful bow.

"Don't talk nonsense, just give me the things," Nan Feng said.

"Senior, please don't be in such a hurry. It's not that this junior is unwilling to give them to you, but rather, even if you obtained these techniques, you wouldn't be able to practice them," Tang San said.

"Why?" Nan Feng asked.

Tang San's expression turned serious. "Senior, you may not know this, but the techniques I practice are called the Xuantian Skill, obtained from a fragment of an ancient book. It records six types of martial arts: the internal cultivation method Xuantian Skill, the hand-training method Mysterious Jade Hand, the eye-training method Purple Demon Eye, the grappling method Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon, the movement method Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, and the hidden weapon usage method, Hidden Weapon Hundred Separation."

"Among them, the internal cultivation method Xuantian Skill is the foundation for the other five. Only by mastering the Xuantian Skill can one drive the other five."

"And the Xuantian Skill is a method for building a foundation, starting from nothing and growing endlessly. The higher the cultivation, the harder it is to enter the door."

"Senior, your cultivation is profound. If you want to practice this method, you must abolish your current cultivation and start from the beginning."

"Are you sure?" Nan Feng flashed closer.

Tang San's expression remained unchanged. "Senior's methods are heaven-defying; how would this junior dare to deceive you?"

"Moreover, with Senior's strength, these methods of mine are surely not worth much, are they?"

"……"

Nan Feng fell silent, as if he had truly been swayed by Tang San.

Seeing this, Tang San breathed a sigh of relief and was just about to continue when his vision went black, his body lost control, and he slammed heavily onto the ground.

Nan Feng casually grabbed a tree branch and thrust it with force, piercing Tang San's thigh.

The intense pain pulled Tang San's consciousness, which was on the verge of fainting, back.

"Xiao San!" Yu Xiaogang's eyes turned red. Just as he made a move, he was slapped away by Nan Feng and knocked unconscious on the ground.

"Teacher!" Tang San gritted his teeth.

"Senior, what is the meaning of this?" "Meaning?" Nan Feng raised his right foot and stepped onto Tang San's lower leg, applying sudden force that crushed his lower leg along with the bone.

"Ah!!"

Such intense pain made even Tang San unable to help but wail.

"I told you to give me the things, yet you're here babbling on for half a day. What, do you want me to give up?" Nan Feng crouched down.

"Little friend, don't be so clever, okay?"

"I told you to give me the things, so you just need to give me the things. As for how to use them, you should also attach detailed explanations; that is what you should be doing."

"Understand?"

Tang San endured the intense pain. "This junior! Understands!"

"Where are the things?" Nan Feng asked.

"They are all in this junior's head," Tang San gritted his teeth.

"Write them down." Nan Feng thoughtfully produced pen, ink, paper, and a small table board.

"Senior, the content of the Xuantian Treasure Record is vast; this junior cannot write it all out in an instant," Tang San said.

"Is that so?" Nan Feng placed the faking-unconscious Xiao Wu on the ground, casually picked up a tree branch, and produced a small knife.

Tang San's expression stiffened. "Senior!"

"Don't be nervous," Nan Feng smiled, patted Tang San's shoulder, and healed his injuries.

Before Tang San could thank him, Nan Feng thrust the sharpened branch back into Tang San's thigh.

"Ugh!!"

"Can you write it out now?" Nan Feng asked.

"If that's not enough..."

Nan Feng picked up a few more branches.

"Do you know how many legs a Human-Faced Demon Spider has?"

Tang San felt a chill in his heart. "Eight... eight."

"Then how many do you have?" Nan Feng asked curiously.

"Or rather, how many do you want?"

"……"

Time flew by. Even though Tang San had tried his best to write, the content of the Xuantian Treasure Record was too vast, and there were a large number of body acupuncture point diagrams. Even if he remembered every word, he couldn't fully reproduce everything in a short time.

Unknowingly, dawn was approaching.

Finally, at the moment the sun rose, Tang San stopped his pen.

"Senior, this is the Xuantian Treasure Record," Tang San said, his face pale as he handed the hand-copied version to Nan Feng.

Nan Feng flipped through it casually. "Young man, you do have a good hand for calligraphy."

"Many thanks for the compliment, Senior..."

"However," Nan Feng glanced sideways slightly.

"Is this thing authentic?"

Tang San's expression stiffened. "What do you mean, Senior?"

"Could it be that in some key places, you've reversed black and white, so that as soon as I try to practice it, I'll suffer from Qi deviation or something?" Nan Feng said with a chuckle.

Having had the precedent of Huang Rong, he really didn't dare to trust these things easily! It was written here that the Xuantian Skill had many levels, progressing step by step, and that reaching the highest realm could manifest the phenomenon of Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown. However, this was almost just a legend; no one had yet successfully practiced the Xuantian Skill to that level.

Although he could let someone experiment to see if there were problems with the earlier content, the later parts of the Xuantian Skill would take at least decades to verify.

If something went wrong then, it would be embarrassing.

Although it was common for Spirit Masters, the first level of the Xuantian Skill was enough, but creating a bunch of level-ten Spirit Masters was meaningless.

Ultimately, he still had to create a large number of high-level Spirit Masters so that Spirit Masters would no longer be high and mighty.

And for this, he still had to rely on the Xuantian Skill.

After all, if this thing could really allow people without spirit power to cultivate it out of thin air, then it wasn't impossible for Spirit Masters whose potential was exhausted to continue cultivating upward.

Thus, the deeper levels of the Xuantian Skill were still needed.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 115 =====