Chapter 11: Black Water Profound Snake Art!

After Ning Chuan wrote that line, he looked at Huang Rong with a hint of anticipation.

His goal was to walk a path of demonic cultivation that no one had ever walked before.

And the internal energy cultivation methods in human Wu Gong were undoubtedly an important reference for him to take the first step.

He needed to draw on the methods of human internal energy cultivation, combine them with the characteristics of his own snake body, and first allow this massive body of his to also give birth to that magical internal energy.

Once he possessed internal energy, his strength would surely undergo a qualitative leap.

Seeing the words on the stone slab, Huang Rong showed a look of surprise again.

Big Black Snake... no, what should she call it now?

It actually wanted to read Wu Gong manuals?

Was this snake trying to defy the heavens?

However, thinking of the various wonders Ning Chuan had shown before, and his terrifying speed in learning writing, Huang Rong felt that perhaps it was not impossible for it to understand Wu Gong manuals.

She tilted her little head and thought for a while, then nodded and said: "Reading Wu Gong manuals is not impossible..."

She paused and continued somewhat embarrassedly: "However, Father has rules. The Wu Gong of our Taohuadao sect, such as the Falling Blossom Divine Sword Palm, Jade Flute Sword Art, and Flicking Finger Divine Skill, are all secret transmissions; they absolutely cannot be passed on without apprenticeship."

"So, I’m afraid I can’t let you see Father’s top-tier Wu Gong manuals."

She secretly glanced at Ning Chuan, and seeing that he didn't seem displeased, she breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "However, Father and several Senior Brothers have also collected many other Wu Gong manuals from the Jianghu—some were gifts from friends, some were... well, captured after defeating enemies. Although these martial arts are not as good as our Taohuadao’s unique skills, they are varied and include many second or third-rate techniques; perhaps you can take a look."

Hearing this, Ning Chuan didn't mind at all.

Taohuadao’s Wu Gong was indeed exquisite, but with his heaven-defying comprehension, as long as he was given a foundation, he was confident he could quickly draw inferences and create even more powerful and suitable techniques than the so-called Taohuadao martial arts.

What he needed most now was a lead, a stepping stone to understand the principles of internal energy cultivation.

Those second or third-rate martial arts, although perhaps not deep enough, contained basic principles that were enough for him.

He nodded at Huang Rong, indicating that he didn't care about the grade of the martial arts.

Seeing this, Huang Rong finally felt relieved, smiled sweetly, and said: "Okay! I’ll take you to our Taohuadao’s 'Martial Tower' to see!"

The so-called "Martial Tower" was actually a small building on Taohuadao specifically used to store those external Wu Gong manuals.

Huang Rong took Ning Chuan to the front of the Martial Tower, familiar with the road.

Just as she was about to push the door open, Huang Rong suddenly stopped, turned her head, looked at Ning Chuan slyly, and asked with a smile:

"By the way, Big Black Snake, last time I called you 'Little Black,' you didn't seem very happy. I can't keep calling you 'Big Black Snake,' right? Now that you can write, can you tell me what your name is?"

Her pair of lively big eyes blinked, full of curiosity.

Hearing this, Ning Chuan pondered slightly.

The name "Ning Chuan" was his name from his previous life, and it was also his only identity mark now.

He used his snake tail to write the two characters "Ning Chuan" clearly on the ground, stroke by stroke.

Huang Rong looked at the words on the ground and read them out one by one: "Ning... Chuan... 'Ning' for tranquility, 'Chuan' for mountains and rivers?"

She looked up at Ning Chuan, a hint of joy flashing in her eyes: "Ning Chuan, this name sounds really good! Much better than Big Black Snake!"

She thought for a moment, then affectionately patted Ning Chuan’s snake head and said: "Then I’ll call you... Brother Ning Chuan from now on, okay?"

In her view, although Ning Chuan was massive, his intelligence had only recently been awakened, like an ignorant child.

Hearing this, Ning Chuan tapped the ground lightly with his snake tail and wrote: "I am older than you; I have already lived for twenty years."

Of course, this was a lie to Huang Rong; he had only just transmigrated not long ago.

Huang Rong looked at the words on the ground, covered her little mouth in surprise, and then nodded as if she suddenly realized: "Oh... so you are already that old! Alright, alright, then I’ll call you... Brother Chuan!"

She said it smoothly and naturally, with a sweet smile on her face.

Ning Chuan was noncommittal, effectively defaulting to this form of address.

Pushing open the wooden door of the Martial Tower, a faint scent of ink and the smell of old paper rushed toward them.

The light inside the building was slightly dim, and rows of bookshelves were neatly arranged, filled with various thread-bound books.

These were the Jianghu martial arts collected by Taohuadao.

Huang Rong took Ning Chuan to the internal energy cultivation area, familiar with the way.

"Brother Chuan, look, these are internal energy manuals." Huang Rong said, pointing to the books on the shelf.

Ning Chuan’s gaze swept over, seeing external fist and foot techniques like Black Tiger Fist and Eagle Claw Skill on the shelves, as well as internal energy manuals like Long Spring Heart Method, Pure Origin Skill, and fragments of Clear Heart Skill.

Although most of these techniques seemed relatively shallow, and some were even just fragments, they involved various basic principles of internal energy cultivation, such as how to sense qi, how to circulate the small heavenly cycle, how to open meridians, and so on.

This was enough!

An indescribable joy surged in Ning Chuan’s heart.

"Rong'er, please help me flip through these internal energy manuals to look at them." Ning Chuan wrote on the ground with his snake tail.