Chapter 12: Technique Without the Dao

“This guy is mysterious—I’ve only felt his qi twice. The last time was when Itachi were tricked away by the Quanxing people!!” Feng Baobao said flatly.

Feng Shayan frowned and said, “Even the Tianxia Hui doesn’t have any records on this guy. In fact, until today, we didn’t even know he existed!!”

In the greenery-lined woods, several people were arguing endlessly over Luo Fu’s identity.

Nankai University.

In a quiet corner.

Luo Fu’s figure descended from the sky.

The instant his feet touched the ground, the jet-black wings behind him burst open with a crash, scattering into a storm of black feathers that vanished.

He casually pulled off the ridiculous mask on his head.

He rubbed his slightly stifled chest. Just now, Zhang Lingyu’s Yin Wu Lei Palm Thunder had shattered the starlight barrier of Star Breathing: Fifth Form—Yuheng Lianzhen.

But it had landed squarely on his chest.

Even now, Luo Fu could still feel the tingling numbness left by Yin Wu Lei Palm Thunder.

Though it appeared that his sparring match with Zhang Lingyu had ended in a draw.

In truth, Luo Fu knew that in raw power, he was no longer inferior to Zhang Lingyu—but in realm and combat experience, the gap between them remained vast.

Whether the Uchiha Luo Fu of the Ninja World or the Demon Slayer Luo Fu, both were merely skilled in techniques without the Dao. They had no true realm whatsoever. Even the enhancement of spiritual power mostly stemmed from the Uchiha Luo Fu’s Sharingan—there was no real realm to speak of.

But in the world of the Yiren, lacking a realm meant lagging in xinggong—this was extremely deadly.

His power resembled someone who had suddenly learned techniques akin to the Eight Marvelous Skills—he had grown immensely strong, but his inner state could not fully control this power.

Against opponents like Zhang Lingyu, it was manageable. But if he encountered the Four Madmen of Quanxing, he would suffer a crushing defeat in a single exchange.

Of course, with the Seven Sins Eye, it would just be mutual damage—neither side would gain the upper hand.

But what Luo Fu desired was comprehensive strength—both xinggong and mingong must be balanced; he could not afford high offense and low defense!!

Improving xinggong cannot be achieved overnight.

Nor can combat experience be easily gained.

After just sharing power, Luo Fu had never considered getting involved in any plot’s drama.

But the result of his clash with Zhang Lingyu changed his mind.

He needed a sufficient number of diverse opponents to sharpen his combat experience. At the same time, such clashes also served as a way to validate his own learning—helping not only his mingong but greatly aiding his xinggong as well.

Look at any orthodox sect—they often spar and test one another. This is how they validate their own Dao.

A self-taught hermit, even if he achieves some success, will have serious flaws—not necessarily in technique, but like Luo Fu, in lack of experience.

In this modern society, where Yiren hide themselves and dare not reveal themselves publicly, Luo Fu—even as a former ordinary man—had no one to spar with.

Zhang Chulan is the protagonist, burdened with too much karmic entanglement. Associating with him means exposing himself to the Jingdu Tong. That goes against Luo Fu’s intentions.

He needed a way to encounter more Yiren, to enhance his combat ability and hone his xinggong.

The Luotian Da Jiao at Longhu Mountain would be an opportunity soon—but it was a rare, lavish feast. Before then, Luo Fu could not afford to slack off.

Zhang Chulan has Feng Baobao and the company’s help—he can make explosive progress in combat experience within a month. Luo Fu needed to find his own shortcut.

Under the night sky, standing in the corner of Nankai University, Luo Fu pondered for a long time. He soon made his decision.

On the Yiren-exclusive online forum.

Zang Long, the information broker, suddenly received a strange private message.

The message bluntly asked if he was interested in a secret about Lu Linglong, and left a phone number below.

Upon first seeing this message, Zang Long was overjoyed.

After all, Lu Linglong was Zang Long’s goddess.

After first seeing Lu Linglong, Zang Long had immediately wiped his hard drive clean, to express his unwavering devotion to her.

With such devotion, he was intensely curious about everything concerning Lu Linglong.

But soon, Zang Long grew cautious, wondering if this mysterious message was a trap.

How could this unknown person know more about Lu Linglong than he did?

This suspicion didn’t last long, because Zang Long was startled to discover that the sender’s account had no concealment at all.

Zang Long quickly confirmed the sender’s identity.

After reviewing the account’s history, he found it odd: this was merely an ordinary person with a strong fascination and curiosity for the Yiren world.

Previously, he had collected plenty of information on Yiren and various cultivation methods.

But afterward, it seemed he had failed to master his qi for many years.

From this, Zang Long judged the sender posed little threat, yet might genuinely possess some little-known secret about Lu Linglong.

He wrestled with doubt all night. Only near noon the next day did Zang Long finally give in and dial the phone number left in the message.

Nankai University.

After his roommates had left for class, Luo Fu unusually skipped class, staying in his dormitory to wait for Zang Long’s call.

Yes!!

The path Luo Fu had chosen for himself was to seek allegiance to the Lu family.

Though his current power was no longer inferior to Zhang Lingyu, the last disciple of the Old Celestial Master, his foundation was entirely that of a self-taught outsider.

The chakra system he inherited from the Ninja World Uchiha Luo Fu, and the Breathing Techniques and Blood Demon Arts from the Demon Slayer world—even after being adapted into the Yiren world—remained unstructured.

He needed an orthodox sect’s lineage to organize his abilities and forge a systematic framework of his own.

Whether the Ninja World’s chakra system or the Blood Demon Breathing Techniques, at their core, were merely techniques.

As a Xiantianyiren born of half-baked origins, it was unrealistic for him to become a disciple of an orthodox sect and receive systematic transmission.

Even Buddhist or Daoist sects might refuse him.

Among the Four Great Families, Wang Ai was unkind, Lu Ci was unmerciful, and the Gao family offered no path for him to seek allegiance.

Loose Yiren factions like the Tianxia Hui might grant him financial gains, but they had nothing to do with his ambitions.

Aside from the Lu family, he had no better choice.

(End of Chapter)