Chapter 31

This sonic technique clearly had the shadow of the Jade Sea Tide-Rising Tune, but its power and mystery seemed to be different, more direct and more domineering!

Finally, when Huang Huang Yaoshi performed one of his most proud secret techniques—the Flicking Finger Divine Skill, and the finger wind shot toward Ning Chuan like a storm.

A cold light flashed in Ning Chuan's eyes!

"Heavenly Snake Fang!"

He suddenly shook his head, and several venomous fangs flickering with cold light, like arrows leaving the string, met Huang Huang Yaoshi's finger wind with a sharp breaking sound, with extreme precision!

"Chi chi chi!"

The venomous fangs transformed by true qi collided fiercely with Huang Huang Yaoshi's finger wind in the air, actually making a sound like metal clashing!

One of the fangs even grazed Huang Huang Yaoshi's sleeve, bringing up a piece of cloth!

If Huang Huang Yaoshi hadn't exploded his protective true qi with all his strength at the last moment and retreated rapidly, he would have really been injured by this weird "venomous fang"!

At this moment, Huang Huang Yaoshi was completely stunned!

He stared blankly at Ning Chuan, his eyes full of unbelievable shock and confusion.

How could he not see that the martial arts Ning Chuan just performed, whether it was movement, sonic technique, or that weird "venomous fang" attack.

The core principles and the prototype of the moves were clearly borrowed from his Taohuadao martial arts!

However, these martial arts "improved" by Ning Chuan, without exception, all became more powerful, more exquisite, and more suitable for Ning Chuan's own characteristics!

It can be said that they all reached the realm of being better than the original!

And they were not just a little bit stronger!

"This... in this world, how can there be such a monstrous existence?!"

Huang Huang Yaoshi felt that the martial arts cognition he had built up for decades had collapsed a little at this moment.

On the martial arts arena, there was dead silence.

It was as if even the rustling sound of the sea breeze blowing through the peach leaves had vanished.

Only the heavy, stifled breathing of the crowd remained.

Qu Qu Lingfeng and the other three were, at this moment, already stunned like wooden chickens.

As if they had been struck by the legendary immobilization spell.

They stared blankly at the majestic black giant snake in the center of the arena, which was radiating a terrifying aura.

Their minds were buzzing, a complete blank.

They were almost unable to think.

They had also mastered a few of the secret martial arts of Peach Blossom Island to some extent.

Whether it was the elegance of the Falling Blossom Divine Sword Palm or the ferocity of the Whirlwind Sweeping Leaf Leg.

Or perhaps the exquisiteness of the Jade Flute Sword Technique and the sharpness of the Flicking Finger Divine Skill.

They had all put in hard work and prided themselves on being among the best of the younger generation.

Sufficient to make a name for themselves in the Wu Lin.

However, compared to the few moves Ning Chuan had just displayed.

Which seemed to be derived from Peach Blossom Island’s martial arts, yet were completely different.

With power several times greater and a far more profound artistic conception, these "improved" ultimate techniques.

What they had learned was simply crude and unrefined, like the scribbles of a toddler.

One was in the heavens, the other on the earth!

There was absolutely no comparison!

That profound understanding of the essence of martial arts.

That creativity that turned decay into magic with a casual flick.

That composure and self-confidence as if he had grasped the origin of the Martial Dao.

Made them only able to look up in awe, unable to even conceive the thought of catching up.

Their hearts were filled with a sense of powerlessness and deep shock.

So, this is what a true martial arts genius looks like!

So, Wu Gong can be practiced like this! And used like this!

The martial arts worldview they had built over decades was, at this moment, receiving an unprecedented impact.

The Eastern Heretic Huang Huang Yaoshi stood frozen in place, silent for a long time.

Within those eyes of his, which were always deep and sharp, as if they could see through everything in the world.

At this moment, they were filled with complex and inexplicable emotions.

There was shock, bewilderment, frustration, and even a trace of... indescribable relief.

As if some heavy shackle in his heart had quietly loosened at this moment.

In just over a month, this mysterious black snake Ning Chuan before him.

Had not only evolved from an ordinary snake to one capable of speaking human language.

Cultivating human internal energy and stepping into that profound Xiantian realm.

But had even "improved," or rather, "sublimated," the many proud ultimate techniques he had spent decades of heart's blood creating for Peach Blossom Island!

[Note: The source text repeats the concept of improvement/sublimation here.]

Transforming them into terrifying killing moves that were more suited to himself and far superior in power!

Every move and every stance seemed to contain even deeper martial arts principles.

This level of comprehension, this creativity, had completely exceeded the limits of his imagination!

He even suspected that even those legendary grandmasters who founded sects.

Might not necessarily match this black snake before him in terms of comprehension!

His mind had received an unprecedentedly huge impact!

Like a calm lake surface into which a giant boulder had been thrown, setting off monstrous waves!

At this moment, he even fell into a trace of confusion.

The Martial Dao heart he had always held firm and taken pride in.

Showed faint signs of shattering.

Like a sturdy dam developing fine cracks.

All along, he had been hailed by the world as an unparalleled martial arts genius.

Skilled in zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, divination, astrology, and the Eight Trigrams; there was nothing he did not master, nothing he did not know.

His martial arts talent was the best in the world, with few able to match it.

He had always taken pride in this, conceited that few in the world could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with him in talent.

His heart held the aloofness and arrogance belonging to the "Eastern Heretic."

But now, compared to this black snake Ning Chuan before him.

That bit of so-called "genius," that bit of comprehension he took pride in.

Was simply... simply like a firefly competing with the bright moon, worth nothing at all!

This intense contrast made him feel waves of powerlessness and frustration.

He had been bitterly searching for the Nine Yin Manual, even stooping to entangle himself endlessly with that old urchin Zhou Zhou Botong.

Just because he felt that only by obtaining such a peerless divine skill containing the ultimate principles of martial arts.

Could he take his martial arts cultivation to the next level and break through to that legendary grandmaster realm.

And even peer into deeper mysteries of the Martial Dao.

However, after being impacted by Ning Chuan's near-"monstrous" performance.

He suddenly awakened.

Martial arts manuals, no matter how exquisite or powerful they are.

Are ultimately just external objects, just the crystallization of the wisdom of predecessors.

The most fundamental thing is still one's own comprehension and accumulation.

It is that Martial Dao heart that constantly seeks and constantly breaks through.

If one's own comprehension is sufficient, even ordinary martial arts can lead to the ultimate principles of the Dao, turning decay into magic.

If one's own comprehension is insufficient, even if divine manuals are placed before one, reading them day and night, one might not grasp the true meaning and might instead go astray.

Is Ning Chuan not the best example?