Chapter 69: Destroying Shaolin

"I know you brat are curious about my identity; I am merely a cripple with an incomplete body, and there is no need for you to know more."

"Today, I shall pass on to you the Shaolin Seventy-Two Ultimate Techniques, along with the cultivation power I have accumulated over these decades!"

Zhu Gaoxu did not feel much joy upon hearing this.

Deep down, he did indeed yearn to wield a sword and roam the pugilistic world.

After all, having read so many martial arts novels, who wouldn't want to experience leaping onto roofs and vaulting over walls?

But the strange person before him was just too unreliable.

If it had been anyone even remotely normal, he might have truly been tempted.

Zhu Gaoxu did not doubt that the other party was an expert; at the very least, the move of closing the door with a wave of a hand was something he could only look up to but never reach.

But he reckoned that the reason this person had become so inhuman and ghostly was likely because they had suffered a cultivation deviation.

If the strange person were to pass on his own little things to him, he feared he would end up just like the strange person.

Yet, although he was ten thousand times unwilling in his heart, Zhu Gaoxu still appeared very delighted on the surface.

The strange person did not suspect this, as it was the only thing he had left to offer.

From this, it could also be seen that the strange person was very confident in his Martial Arts and cultivation power; in his mind, he did not believe anyone could refuse such a great temptation.

Unfortunately, Zhu Gaoxu was a novice; he had no concept of these things in the pugilistic world.

The strange person was clearly in a hurry; seeing that Zhu Gaoxu did not object, he immediately kicked off the ground with his left foot and leaped behind Zhu Gaoxu.

Before Zhu Gaoxu could react, the strange person left behind a single sentence: "Don't move."

He then extended both hands and slammed them onto Zhu Gaoxu's back.

When Zhu Gaoxu made contact with the strange person's hands, he first thought the other party had changed their mind and wanted to kill him, but there was no pain as he had imagined; instead, he felt a surge of heat pouring from the strange person's hands into his own body.

So this was how the transmission of power began?

Faced with this sudden transmission of power from the strange person, Zhu Gaoxu was greatly alarmed.

He had just been thinking that the other party's cultivation power might be "poisonous."

Who knew that the very next second, the other party would already have started inputting it into him.

But even if Zhu Gaoxu was unwilling in his heart, he dared not act rashly.

Firstly, he was afraid the strange person would lose control and, in a fit of anger, land a palm on his crown.

Secondly, he was also afraid that suddenly interrupting the transmission would cause him some harm.

After all, in Zhu Gaoxu's mind, this stuff was still quite eerie.

Although he had read plenty of martial arts novels before, Zhu Gaoxu could be said to be completely ignorant about things like internal energy.

Just like that, time slowly slipped away while both men harbored their own thoughts.

Unknowingly, the sky had already begun to brighten.

During this time, Zhu Gaoxu had initially felt some worry in his heart.

But as time passed, Zhu Gaoxu felt increasingly comfortable.

Thinking that he couldn't change it anyway, Zhu Gaoxu immediately relaxed his entire body and mind, and that comfortable feeling swept through his whole body in an instant.

When the strange person, drenched in sweat and looking as if he had collapsed from exhaustion, finally stopped, Zhu Gaoxu still felt a bit unsatisfied.

Looking at the blissful-looking Zhu Gaoxu, the strange person caught his breath and said nothing.

His whole body seemed to have gone limp, leaning against the wall.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Gaoxu did not choose to take this opportunity to run away.

At this moment, he had a feeling that the strange person could no longer pose a threat to him.

The facts were indeed as Zhu Gaoxu had expected.

The strange person was slumped against the wall, already in a state where he was breathing out more than he was breathing in.

It was unknown what the reason was.

Perhaps because he was too tired, after finishing the power transmission, the strange person was actually less anxious.

Leaning against the wall with his head lowered, panting heavily, he finally calmed down after a long while and looked up at Zhu Gaoxu.

During this time, Zhu Gaoxu had been standing in place, staring at the strange person.

As their eyes met, the strange person had long since lost his former vigor.

He managed a faint smile, then extended a finger to point at a corner of the room and said, "In the northwest corner, under the second brick, are the Shaolin Seventy-Two Ultimate Techniques I hid before; you may take them in a moment."

Having said this, the arm he had just raised dropped down powerlessly again.

Zhu Gaoxu frowned as he looked at the strange person's appearance.

Even a fool could see that someone who had been full of life just a moment ago was now so weak, which must be due to the power transmission just now.

To use a phrase to describe the strange person at this moment, it was that his lamp was out of oil.

Whether he could survive the day was a question.

And the other party was using his life as the price to ask him for two favors.

There was no need to mention whether these favors were troublesome.

As if knowing what was in Zhu Gaoxu's mind, the strange person chuckled, then forced himself to hold his breath and said, "Now that I have fulfilled what I promised you, let me also speak of the two things I need your help with."

"The first thing: find an opportunity to destroy the entire Shaolin Temple!"

As expected!

Just hearing the first favor, Zhu Gaoxu knew it was trouble.

Even people in later generations who knew nothing about the Shaolin Temple knew this.

What kind of status that Shaolin Temple held in the pugilistic world.

There is a saying that goes well.

All Martial Arts under heaven originate from Shaolin!

That strange man came up and demanded he destroy the Shaolin Temple; what kind of joke was that?

Even if Lao Zhu wanted to destroy Shaolin, he could not do it.

With the endless chatter of the world, how many commoners believe in Buddhism?

Wanting to wipe out Shaolin could be called a fantasy.

It seemed the strange man also knew his own request was somewhat difficult to realize.

So the strange man thought for a moment and added another sentence.

"If there is no opportunity, at least kill all the monks of Huiwu's two generations."