Chapter 45: Obtaining Northern Dark True Qi

Zhang Jie waved his sleeves to brush away the dust and walked inside along the secret path in the cliff.

After walking more than ten meters, with the help of the faint light, he found that the end in front was a secret room.

"This world with martial arts is truly magical."

Zhang Jie clicked his tongue in wonder in his heart.

That is to say, Su Xinghe and the others possessed extraordinary martial arts, otherwise,

just relying on the dozen or so of them to excavate such a large tunnel and secret room within a few years would be impossible.

The size of this tunnel was almost comparable to the tombs of the princes of the Han Dynasty discovered in the 21st century.

Among tomb robbers like the Gold-Touching Captain, the Hill-Moving Daoist, etc.,

there was such a formula circulating, used for finding dragons and exploring caves,

"Spring and Autumn and Warring States period tombs are buried on the top of the mountain, Qin and Han grand tombs are buried on the mountain ridges;

Eastern Han and Southern Dynasties choose the mountainside, Sui, Tang, and Song corpses lie on the slopes."

But the tomb chambers of the princes of the Han Dynasty were built by thousands of craftsmen, taking more than ten years or even decades.

Even so, there were quite a few unfinished tombs.

Zhang Jie sighed while walking into the secret room.

As soon as he entered the secret room, he saw an old man "floating" in the air.

The old man had a three-foot-long beard, every strand of which was already gray, his face was like jade, without a single wrinkle,

his age was obviously not young, but he was still high-spirited, with a leisurely and elegant demeanor.

"Wuyazi is at an old age, but his demeanor is no less than it was back then,

no wonder Mount Tian Shan Tonglao and Li Qiushui were both infatuated with him."

Zhang Jie, who knew that the person in the air was Wuyazi, praised that this Wuyazi really had a good appearance.

Zhang Jie sighed in his heart, but his face showed a real and unmistakable look of shock:

"Could it be an immortal descending to the world?"

In the eyes of people in the Heavenly Dragon world, if you can fly, what else could you be but an immortal?

"Haha, Young Friend is joking.

This old man is just a person lingering on his last breath, how could I be an immortal?"

Wuyazi, who was "floating" in the air, said heartily.

It turned out that there was a rope tied behind Wuyazi, hanging him several meters off the ground.

And because there was only a hole the size of a sea bowl in the secret room for ventilation and light,

even though the sunlight outside was bright, the secret room was still dim.

In the dim light, the dark rope was naturally not easy to detect, so it was easy for someone who had just entered the secret room,

and had not yet fully adapted to the dim vision, to think that Wuyazi was floating in the air.

"Junior Zhang Jie, may I ask who the senior is?"

Zhang Jie put away the shock on his face at the right time and asked politely.

"Hmm."

The more Wuyazi looked at Zhang Jie, the more satisfied he became.

Zhang Jie's appearance and figure alone were no less than his own when he was young,

and what made him even more satisfied was the indescribable charm that Zhang Jie exuded in every gesture.

Such a talent should enter his Carefree Sect and worship under his, Wuyazi's, tutelage.

With this person here, he would surely be able to help him take revenge and restore the prestige of the Xiaoyao Sect.

"This old man is Wuyazi, and the Soul-Stirring Chess Game outside was set up by me."

Wuyazi smiled.

"I didn't expect the Soul-Stirring Chess Game to come from the senior's hands.

The wonder of the Soul-Stirring Chess Game is unparalleled in the world, and I admire your superb chess skills, senior."

Zhang Jie began to flatter Wuyazi.

The so-called "flattery will get you everywhere."

He once read a small fable:

An official in the capital was going to serve abroad and went to bid farewell to his teacher.

The teacher said: "It is not easy to be an official abroad, you should be careful."

The person said: "I have prepared one hundred high hats, and I will give one to everyone I meet, so I should not have any conflicts."

The teacher was angry and said: "We serve people with upright ways, why do we need to do this!"

The person replied: "How many people in the world dislike wearing high hats like you, teacher?"

The teacher nodded and said: "What you said is not without insight."

The person went out and told others: "I had one hundred high hats, and now only ninety-nine are left!"

Of course, if you flatter someone and hit their leg, you can only wish yourself good luck.

"Haha, Young Friend is too kind."

Although Wuyazi's tone was humble, the smile on his face could not be stopped.

In his life, what he was most proud of was that he knew everything from zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, earth, flowers, and drama, and was proficient in everything.

Now that he was praised by the talent he had taken a fancy to, how could he not be happy?

And being able to break the Soul-Stirring Chess Game, Zhang Jie must also be a chess lover with superb chess skills, and he is truly a like-minded person.

"May I ask why the senior set up the Soul-Stirring Chess Game?"

Zhang Jie asked knowingly.

Wuyazi's smile faded upon hearing this:

"This old man is the second sect leader of the Xiaoyao Sect..."

Wuyazi told the story of how, after he succeeded as the sect leader of the Carefree Sect,

he once lived in seclusion with his junior sister Li Qiushui in the "Langhuan Blessed Land" on Wuliang Mountain in the Dali Kingdom.

After that, he was plotted against by his disciple Ding Chunqiu and pushed off a cliff, but luckily he did not die.

So he set up the Soul-Stirring Chess Game to wait for a fated person to take revenge for him.

"Are you willing to inherit my mantle and take revenge for me?"

After Wuyazi finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Jie with hopeful eyes.

"This~ I am extremely sympathetic to your encounter, senior,

but I have only been practicing martial arts for a short time, and I am afraid I am no match for that Ding Chunqiu."

Zhang Jie said with hesitation and difficulty.

Facing Zhang Jie's hesitation, Wuyazi was not surprised but happy:

If Zhang Jie had agreed immediately, he would have had doubts.

Those who promise lightly are also likely to break their promises.

Zhang Jie's action just happened to show that he had seriously considered killing Ding Chunqiu to take revenge for him.

"Haha, this old man has long been prepared. Our sect has the supreme art "Northern Dark Divine Art"..."

Wuyazi told Zhang Jie that he could pass his internal energy to Zhang Jie using the "Northern Dark Divine Art."

"Zhuangzi's "Xiaoyao You" says: "In the north of the poor hair, there is a dark sea, which is the Heavenly Pool.

There is a fish there, its width is thousands of miles, and no one knows its length."

It also says: "And if the accumulation of water is not thick, it will have no power to carry a large boat.

Pour a cup of water into the depression of the hall, then a mustard seed will be its boat; place a cup there, then it will stick, the water is shallow and the boat is large."

Therefore, the martial arts of our sect take the accumulation of internal energy as the first priority.

Once the internal energy is thick, all martial arts in the world can be used by me, just like the Northern Dark,

big boats and small boats can all be carried, big fish and small fish can all be contained."

Wuyazi continued to explain the philosophy and wonder of the Northern Dark Divine Art to Zhang Jie.

"Master is above, please accept this disciple's bow."

The foreplay was already sufficient, and Zhang Jie, knowing the time had come, immediately pushed the golden mountain,

and knelt down in front of Wuyazi like a falling jade pillar.

"Good, good, good."

Wuyazi called out good repeatedly.

With such a good disciple, why worry that the great revenge will not be taken?

"Good disciple, come to the teacher's side, and the teacher will pass the internal energy to you."

Wuyazi said impatiently, and he also used the mechanism to fall from the air.

Zhang Jie heard this and came to sit cross-legged in front of Wuyazi, and he reached out his hands to face Wuyazi's palms.

Wuyazi operated the Northern Dark Divine Art and began to absorb Zhang Jie's Nine Yang Divine Art internal energy.

Feeling the Nine Yang Divine Art internal energy in his body slowly flowing away, Zhang Jie was not in a hurry:

Wuyazi had already told him just now that the operation method of the Northern Dark Divine Art was different from other martial arts.

The principle of the Northern Dark Divine Art's absorption of internal energy lies in its unique way of reversing internal energy,

which is the exact opposite of the conventional internal energy cultivation path.

It seems to use the principle of mutual attraction between the positive and negative poles of a magnet, and by reversing the internal energy,

the practitioner can generate a force similar to the negative pole of a magnet attracting the positive pole.

This force connects through the meridians to the enemy's acupoints,

and then naturally attracts the enemy's internal energy.

However, this way of reversing internal energy also brings extremely high cultivation risks.

During the cultivation process of the Northern Dark Divine Art, two major difficulties must be overcome.

First, the practitioner must have zero foundation or have already abolished the foundation of other sects' martial arts,

and must keep in mind the sect's way of practicing, to avoid mistakes when running the meridians,

leading to the inability to absorb the enemy's internal energy, and even potentially endangering life.

Secondly, the absorption function of the Northern Dark Divine Art has conditional limitations,

it can only absorb opponents whose internal energy is weaker than its own.

If the enemy's internal energy is deep, its power is like seawater pouring into a river,

the practitioner's meridians will not be able to bear it, which may lead to the destruction of all meridians in the body.

Wuyazi was currently dissolving Zhang Jie's original Nine Yang Divine Art internal energy.

With the decrease of internal energy, since entering the shared space,

the feeling of weakness that had not been there for a long time appeared on Zhang Jie's body.

But knowing that this was a necessary process for cultivating the Northern Dark Divine Art, Zhang Jie closed his eyes and endured it silently.

"What pure internal energy!"

Wuyazi, who was absorbing Zhang Jie's internal energy, was also shocked by the internal energy of the Nine Yang Divine Art.

Such pure, extremely yang and extremely rigid internal energy was the only one he had ever seen in his life.

"It seems that this disciple of mine is a person of great fortune,

who has obtained the inheritance lost by predecessors in history."

Wuyazi, who had never heard of the Nine Yang Divine Art, attributed the origin of the Nine Yang Divine Art to the inheritance of predecessors.

"Disciple, guard the dantian!"

Wuyazi reminded Zhang Jie.

Zhang Jie, knowing that Wuyazi was about to pass on his energy, immediately concentrated his attention.

The next second, the vast internal energy surged out from Wuyazi's body,

and passed through the Shaoshang acupoint on Zhang Jie's palm into Zhang Jie's body. ===== CHAPTER 46 =====