Chapter 1005

Filled with indignation, Yun Xiantai cultivated bitterly through the night.

It wasn't some profound technique; its grade was merely middle-tier Profound Extreme. Given Yun Xiantai's cultivation and talent, he thought he should have barely entered the gate after one night.

But after a night passed, when morning came, in Yuàn zhōng, all that could be seen was a black-faced old man constantly swinging a large hook in his hand, gritting his teeth and shouting.

"Hook."

"I hook."

"I hook again."

"I hook, damn it............"

All that could be seen of Yun Xiantai's hook was that, no matter how he swung it, it always fell just short; after cultivating bitterly all night, damn it, he still hadn't entered the gate.

Not to mention entering the gate, he hadn't even grasped a bit of the basics.

Yun Xiantai was vexed; he was clearly cultivating according to the technique, so why couldn't he practice it?

The more this happened, the more Yun Xiantai refused to accept it, all the way until noon, even forgetting Fàn diǎn.

He, who has always been strong-willed, how could he possibly fail to learn this trifling Heaven Hook Technique?

Yun Xiantai was competing with himself; if he didn't learn this damn Heaven Hook Technique, damn it, he wouldn't eat.

In the midst of bitter cultivation, he even forgot the time, waiting until after lunch; Yu Mo found it strange that Yun Xiantai hadn't come to eat, so she came to his small cottage.

Before even entering the door, she heard waves of angry scolding.

"This damn hook is poisonous, right? You damn well get hold of the hook and mess with it!"

"Huh???"

Hearing that, Yu Mo furrowed her brows, "What hook? Hook what?" Suspiciously pushing the door open, she at once saw Yun Xiantai angrily scolding at a large hook.

"This........... Shī xiōng, what are you doing?"

"What do you say you can do? Just hook."

"The Heaven Hook Technique?" Yu Mo stepped forward with a strange expression, staring blankly at Yun Xiantai.

"So you're saying you didn't even catch lunch, and you've been practicing the hook here all this time?"

"What else?"

Yun Xiantai replied unhappily, then ignored Yu Mo and continued practicing on his own.

Meanwhile, Yu Mo watched as Yun Xiantai threw out two hooks, her brows involuntarily furrowing; this hook technique, well, it's not much better than a three-year-old's.

With Shī xiōng's talent, it shouldn't be like this, right? Isn't the Heaven Hook Technique easy to cultivate?

Yu Mo was somewhat at a loss, and just then Yun Xiantai suddenly turned his head, gritting his teeth and asked.

"Junior Brother, when you first cultivated the Heaven Hook Technique, how long did it take?"

Yu Mo's Heaven Hook Technique had already reached perfection; hearing that, she didn't hide anything and spoke truthfully.

"It takes about one Shíchén to enter the gate, one day for minor accomplishment, three days for major accomplishment, less than half a month to reach perfection—what's up, Shī xiōng?"

"Huh???"

Hearing that, Yun Xiantai stood there stunned—one Shíchén to enter the gate?

Then thinking that he had practically trained for a whole day, damn it, and still hadn't even grasped the basics, Yun Xiantai couldn't help but blush.

Meanwhile, Yu Mo didn't notice these things and went on speaking on her own.

"Actually, I'm considered slow; it's said that Hong Zun that kid reached perfection in five days, and now he's probably already entered the Transformation Realm."

"However, given Shī xiōng's talent, you shouldn't be far off either. By the way, Shī xiōng, how long have you been cultivating? A moment?"

"Get lost."

It was just an offhand question, but Yun Xiantai responded with an angry shout: "You've only cultivated for a moment, and damn it, your whole family has only cultivated for a moment."

"Get lost, get lost, get lost, scram, you bastard."

For no reason she was just driven out; Yu Mo had no idea what had happened—were they fine just a moment ago? How did he suddenly flare up?

"Strange."

She didn't think much of it, only assuming that Shī xiōng was upset because he missed Fàn diǎn; she shook her head and also drifted away.

But over the next two days, Yun Xiantai didn't leave the gate at all, not even eating.

Only then did Yu Mo, Shī xiōng, realize there was a problem.

"Yun Xiantai, usually at Fàn diǎn he's almost always the first to arrive, faster than a dog; not eating for several days straight is obviously a problem."

That noon, in Yun Xiantai's small cottage, Yu Mo, Wang Man, Yuan Cang, Qi Xiong, Hong Zun, and a crowd gathered; everyone looked at the dark-faced Yun Xiantai with complex expressions.

They exchanged glances, their eyes also full of oddness, especially Qi Xiong and Hong Zun and the other senior brothers; they opened their mouths, but wore a look of wanting to speak yet stopping, wanting to say something but not knowing how to begin.

In the end, it was Yu Mo who spoke up.

"Cough cough, that Shī xiōng, as the saying goes, each to their own ambition; if it really can't be done, let's just not practice."

"No way, I just don't believe it; a mere Profound-rank technique, I could fail to learn it?"

Three days have passed, Yun Xiantai has cultivated bitterly without rest or food for three days, yet the Heaven Hook Technique is still beyond even a hint of his grasp.

Even so, Yu Mo had specially invited Qing Shi, the creator himself, to give hands-on instruction, but it was still useless.

Yu Mo looked at Qing Shi again; seeing this, Qing Shi shook his head with a complex expression.

He can't be taught, really can't be taught; how to put it, the theoretical Steward, Yun Xiantai had already memorized it backwards and forwards, but as soon as he tried it hands-on, it was all for naught.

Colloquially, his mind gets it, but his hands don't, and he can't do anything about it.

Seeing everyone's look of wanting to speak but stopping, Yun Xiantai's face darkened, and he began driving people away again.

"What are you all looking at here? Go, go, go, all of you leave—I can manage on my own."

"This............."

Without further ado, he was driven out of the courtyard; over the next five days, Yun Xiantai still didn't come to eat, and the crowd would from time to time return worriedly to check on him.

But the result was the same—still not even a hint of it grasped.

At the same time, rumors began to spread throughout Dao Yi Shengdi, saying that the Old Ancestor's Xiūliàn of the Heaven Hook Technique had already been going on for nearly half a month, yet he still hadn't even gotten started.

Really, price? The Old Ancestor's cultivation level Xiūliàn a Xuan-level technique? Impossible, right?

"Yeah, it's been nearly half a month, right?"

"It's absolutely true, earlier the Second Ancestor specially invited Qing Shi Elder to personally teach, but it still didn't work."

"What are you saying, you bunch of little rabbit bastards?"

A group of disciples were discussing, unaware that behind them, Yun Xiantai stood with a face as dark as iron.

Hearing the sound and looking over, all the disciples' faces changed instantly, and they shouted tremblingly.

"Old...... Old Ancestor........"

"Get lost, all of you, scram!"

Without a doubt, that furious shout scared the disciples into a panicked flight.

As for Yun Xiantai, his face was black as the bottom of a pot, and his teeth were grinding so hard they made a click-clack sound.

Damn, I've become a piece of trash?

As the esteemed Old Ancestor of Dao Yi Shengdi, the strongest of the holy land, damn, now I've become the trash everyone talks about?

Can't even practice a middle-grade Xuan-level technique.

Just as I was fuming, Shi Qingfeng happened to walk over, and from afar saw Yun Xiantai, smiling as he asked.

"Brother Yun Xiantai, I heard you've recently been Xiūliàn the Heaven Hook Technique; how is it? With your talent, you've probably already mastered it, right?"

Hearing that, Yun Xiantai's old face turned red, and he opened his mouth to scold.

"Mastering my ass, get lost, don't bother me."

Having said that, he also ignored Shi Qingfeng and turned to leave.