Chapter 3: then translation of title

"Dao brother, your Nightmare Victory Divine Technique is getting more and more proficient!" Wukong looked at the fallen Zhou Shuo, couldn't help but reveal a stiff smile.

"Little Dao, I can't compare to Senior Brother Wukong's Sun God contemplation, but today it's fortunate that we came together, otherwise we really couldn't take down this kid." Xuan Ye smiled slightly, looking at Zhou Shuo lying on the ground, changed the subject.

"This kid only has a good bone structure, nothing else, but we two need to think of a way to make him submit and hand over all the crystal liuli in his hands; if we can obtain that wealth, the two of us could render great service to the neutral side." Wukong restrained his stiff smile and spoke up to offer advice.

"That's true, but we have observed him for a while; this person's movements are unpredictable, sometimes he seems to suddenly disappear and then suddenly appear; we should first bring him back and then talk about it." Xuan Ye fell into some thought.

It turned out these two guys still hadn't discovered the translocation gate; Zhou Shuo had lost the ability to go and match his body, his whole being was like being trapped in a nightmare, but his hearing was still barely functioning, listening to the conversation between Xuan Ye and Wukong, his heart involuntarily relaxed, and then he began to struggle again with all his might—Damn it, these Daoist masters are too cheating, just a flick of the hand and they can make a person unable to move; I can't just surrender like that.

While struggling hard in his heart, Zhou Shuo suddenly heard two muffled thuds, then his consciousness went dark, he completely sank into unconsciousness; not knowing how long had passed, when he woke up, he caught a faint fragrance at the tip of his nose, and in the blink of an eye he saw a pair of bright, lively large eyes come into view.

"Who are you?" Zhou Shuo opened his eyes fully, first dazed, then he sat up abruptly, looking at the woman before the bed—she was an extremely beautiful woman; even though the internet is developed and he had seen many beautiful stars online, none of them could compare to this woman before him, dressed in plain white clothes, with almond eyes and peach cheeks, just like a fairy standing in the misty mountains.

"My name is Wusheng; are you willing to become my disciple and serve as my guardian?" On the expressionless face, the red lips opened and closed to utter a cold, clear sentence.

"What's in it for me?" Zhou Shuo looked around the room, feeling a slight sting in his tongue, couldn't help but reply, since she's called Wusheng, she must be from the Wusheng True Void Dao; this opening remark is really direct—one can tell at a glance she's a decisive person.

"As long as you are loyal to me, I will grant you wealth and honor, and ensure you at least achieve Martial Saint; becoming a Human Immortal is no difficulty either." Wusheng spoke softly and gently, her voice clear like water droplets striking stone, as if Martial Saint and Human Immortal were merely a small dish.

"You don't need me to kowtow to you, do you?" Zhou Shuo swallowed with difficulty, then kept smacking his lips, ignoring her promise, turning instead to some worry; in Daoist arts there is a kowtow method that can fully unfold one's soul and spirit, completely reveal one's memories to the other party, and have the other party implant a thought into the soul; when Hong Yi made his fortune, he used this trick to control many people.

"No need, you can betray, and I can also let you die."

"Older sister, from now on you'll cover me." These plain words made Zhou Shuo feel his hairs stand on end all over, and then he immediately submitted; as long as he doesn't get involved in that messy nonsense, he's now in this situation, so he might as well submit.

"From now on call me Holy Maiden; remember, you are mine." Wusheng looked at the directly submitting Zhou Shuo, satisfiedly nodded; this guy's body is full of vigor, although his strength is somewhat lacking, but he can be trained to make up for it.

"Then what about the Martial Saint fist technique you mentioned?" Zhou Shuo submitted quickly, not hesitating to ask for things; "Younger sister, from now on I am yours; my strength is so weak, you must give me some cultivation methods to train, train—without strength how can I be your guardian?"

"These are the Pine Crane Longevity Fist, the Flying Spirit Flexible Bone Technique, and the Hundred Birds Sword Art; I want you to achieve the Innate state within the next four months; if you cannot complete it, then you have no need to live." Wusheng stood up, and with a sweep of her hand tossed three scrolls from her wide sleeves onto the bed before him.

Zhou Shuo looked at the younger sister's readily produced items, overjoyed he stepped forward to pick up the scrolls, but he hadn't prepared to read them yet; hearing her words, he couldn't help but stare and lift his head, "Damn, I didn't hear wrong—achieving Innate within the next half year, training the kung fu to the internal organs—is this a joke?"

"I will have someone bring your meals each day." Wusheng didn't say much; her form suddenly turned into a wisp of white smoke, the smoke flew up into the sky and vanished, while Zhou Shuo instantly rose to his feet, lifted his head to look at the disappearing younger sister, opened his mouth not knowing what to do—Damn, what kind of person have I provoked!

Zhou Shuo picked up the three scrolls and stuffed them into his bosom, then walked to the front of the house and took a look, checked the doors and windows—seeing that both door and window had been sealed with metal, Damn, this treatment, treating him as an expert, but what's the use of it? I have the translocation gate; I can go wherever I want.

Faced with the prison sealed to the extreme, Zhou Shuo was not about to give up; he planned to immediately use the translocation gate to leave, but after thinking it over carefully, he still abandoned that idea, because the Ghost Immortal Way is truly too deceitful; the secret of his transmigration, unless absolutely necessary, must not be lightly exposed; it's better to stay temporarily for now.

After deciding to stay temporarily, Zhou Shuo took out the three scrolls he had kept in his bosom and examined them one by one; Wusheng's earlier promise was indeed not just idle talk—within these three martial arts, the text, context, and illustrations are clear: the Pine Crane Longevity Fist is an internal organ–training skill, the Flying Spirit Flexible Bone Technique is a bone–training body method, and the Hundred Birds Sword Art is purely a killing sword technique; all are quite good high-grade goods.

Not only were the secret manuals well matched, but the meals were also excellent; each day's three dishes and one soup contained many nourishing medicinal ingredients, fragrant and exquisite beyond compare; Zhou Shuo even began to suspect that the other side might have poisoned the food, so he boldly made a trip back to the modern world, sent a meal to the dog to eat, and only after confirming the dog was fine did he dare to eat it heartily; after finishing, he began to train diligently.

Under such excellent meals, Zhou Shuo's martial arts training also doubled in effort; the better Wusheng took care of him, the more it proved that her words counted—if he failed to cultivate to the Innate stage, he might really be killed by her; even if he could escape, he still had to make his way in the Yang God world; wanting to get by in this world, this loss is for now just something to endure, but actually suffering a loss is also a blessing; if he hadn't suffered a loss, where would he have gotten these secret manuals, and where would he have such good meal provisions? Within the set time, the things he ate and the manuals he obtained would be enough to make up for the loss.

Although he was not free, holding his breath and with the excellent meals, Zhou Shuo's martial arts progress was also extremely rapid; in less than a month he completed bone training, concentrating his whole body's strength at a point, a swing of the hand could leave a fist imprint on steel; after another two months he brought the Flying Spirit Flexible Bone Technique to perfection, his internal organs began to condense, and with a lifted breath and a leap he could fly along the walls inside the room, his form agile as a bird.

During the martial arts training period, Wusheng came to check twice, expressed satisfaction with his progress, and then gave him some pointers based on various aspects, teaching him how to fight and kill opponents; Zhou Shuo was not shy at all—he raised any problems, and also inquired about some Daoist law matters; as a transmigrant, not cultivating both martial arts and Dao would be no better than a salted fish!

Regarding Zhou Shuo's desire to learn Daoist arts, Wusheng did not obstruct him, pointing out a set of contemplation methods; but unfortunately, Zhou Shuo's physique was decent, his martial arts training showed some talent, yet when it came to cultivating Dao, although he could understand it, he remained stuck at the threshold, finding it extremely difficult to project his soul and spirit; he could only go as far as nourishing the mind with qi and blood, and enlarging his soul and spirit.

The cultivation deadline arrived quickly; Zhou Shuo barely managed to complete the task. Within four months he tidied his internal organs, condensed the five viscera and six bowels into one mass, causing his bodily functions to begin to thoroughly surpass humans—running, he could leap onto treetops, stretch out his hand to catch birds flying away with wings spread. After cultivating to the innate stage, Zhou Shuo began to ask Wusheng for the marrow-washing blood-exchange technique.

"Each marrow-washing technique is a fortune that can rival a state; if you want it, you must offer something in exchange!" Wusheng had a white cloth covering his face, standing in the courtyard looking at Zhou Shuo who was requesting the technique.

"What thing?" Zhou Shuo's eyes rolled.

"The head of Governor Hou Qingshen of Wu Yuan Province." Wusheng spat out a name.

"Which marrow-washing technique can he exchange for?" Zhou Shuo furrowed his nose; killing someone—this is something I've never done before; should I do it? The marrow-washing technique seems indeed quite precious.

"The Eight Divisions Divine King Scripture, a dual cultivation method of Dao and martial arts, is enough to wash your marrow and will not conflict with the martial arts you currently practice; as long as you can bring Hou Qingshen's head." Wusheng looked at Zhou Shuo, his words without the slightest fluctuation.

"Eight Divisions Divine King Scripture, must I bring Hou Qingshen's head, can't I just kill him outright? Moreover, if you go back on your word, what am I to do?" Zhou Shuo looked up at the sky, then lowered his head to look at Wusheng. The Eight Divisions Divine King Scripture—it seems mentioned in the plot, a secret manual of the Great Chan Temple, which fell into the hands of the Heqin Prince, but Wusheng's True Void Heresy is not the Crown Prince's people!

"As long as he's dead, you can obtain the scripture; as for my going back on my word—what then?" Wusheng's tone paused slightly.

"I mean, give me some hope, let me take a look at the Eight Divisions Divine King Scripture, okay?" Zhou Shuo, seeing Wusheng's tone pause, couldn't help but ask.

"That works; I'll give you some things, you strive on your own—once Hou Qingshen is dead, no matter how he dies, I'll give you the scripture." Wusheng looked at Zhou Shuo, his feet moving toward the interior, arriving at the desk where he picked up his brush and began to draw.

"This is…" Zhou Shuo stared at the pattern appearing under Wusheng's brush, his eyes widening involuntarily. It was a celestial deity, clad in golden armor, arms wrapped with golden bands, holding a vajra in a throwing posture; when one stared at it, it seemed as if its eyes would look back, its expression infused with infinite dignity; this deity seemed to have been brought to life by the painting, unforgettable at a glance.

"In Buddhism there are eight celestial deities guarding the law; each deity has a divine king, hence the Eight Divisions Divine King Scripture arises; this is the divine king of the heavenly host, Shakra. Starting today, within three months Hou Qingshen must die; come to me to collect the scripture." Wusheng added another demand.

"Why three months?" Zhou Shuo widened his eyes, damn, another time limit added.

"No reason!" Wusheng, expressionless.

"It's really not good for a young lady to be like this." Zhou Shuo felt a wave of testicular sorrow—what's a young lady doing being so resolute?

"If you can't kill Hou Qingshen, then after three months you must also return here, otherwise I will order people all over the world to hunt you down." Wusheng, expressionless, added another sentence, making Zhou Shuo feel even more testicular pain.