Chapter 38: Miss Han, give me some face

At this moment, Niu Dingtian, who had turned his back, also fell into deep thought.

The saying that the Shaolin Temple's sweeping monk once mentioned, that forcibly cultivating the seventy-two supreme techniques would produce a 'martial arts hindrance,' is largely correct.

Martial arts are fundamentally for killing; practicing them inevitably gives rise to vicious energy.

And each of the Shaolin Temple's seventy-two supreme techniques targets vital points to take lives, fierce and ruthless; cultivating such martial arts will not produce less vicious energy.

He also once said it could be resolved with Buddhist methods—nothing more than paying respect to the Buddha, turning toward goodness, cultivating the mind and body.

But if one lets go of strife and killing, why practice this martial art at all? That also contradicts one's original intention.

Since the root of the hidden danger lies in the vicious energy in the heart and in the injured body, will the Nine Yang True Scripture be effective?

Cultivating the Nine Yang True Scripture, on one hand allows inner power to arise spontaneously at astonishing speed; on the other hand, it can defend against rebound attacks from external forces.

Moreover, more importantly, it is also a holy scripture for healing wounds, enabling one to be free from all diseases and impervious to myriad poisons.

Furthermore, the speed at which cultivators recover from injuries and their capacity to withstand harm are both tremendously fearsome.

Like the Heaven-Reliant Sword as a lethal weapon, Zhang Wuji was pierced front and back; regardless of whether Zhou Zhiruo struck a vital point, at least he was run through completely.

Such an injury could actually be swiftly healed by the Nine Yang Divine Skill, leaving no trace of influence afterward.

How terrifying is the restorative power of this Nine Yang True Scripture?

Could it not possibly solve the problem of the 'martial arts hindrance'?

Perhaps one could use Nine Yang True Qi to drive the Shaolin seventy-two supreme techniques?

"Master of the manor! We have decided!"

Niu Dingtian was suddenly interrupted from his reverie; it was Niu Ben and the others who had already reached a conclusion.

"Have you finished considering?"

Niu Dingtian turned around and asked softly.

"Master of the manor! The brothers have decided! We will cultivate the seventy-two supreme techniques!"

Niu Ben clasped his hands, his expression solemn, his tone firm, unwavering.

In fact, they had not actually discussed it; merely after exchanging glances, they pondered a moment and all nodded in agreement.

Niu Ben, Niu Qing, and the others also understood in their hearts what sort of martial arts suited them; otherwise, their manor lord would not have taken such a great risk to retrieve these things.

What the manor lord wants, they can roughly understand; let alone cultivating such supreme techniques, even if the manor lord said a word, they would not hesitate to stab themselves in the chest on the spot.

If such a supreme technique were thrown into the jianghu, who would not be fought over until heads were broken and blood flowed?

Moreover, these people of ours are all competitive and eager to excel; thereafter we will live a life of licking blood from blades, and whether we can survive to that point is uncertain!

"Hmm, if that is the case, I will transmit the internal cultivation heart method to you over the next two days; this discipline will also be the future sect-suppressing art, any disciple must not leak it outward! Otherwise, severe punishment will not be pardoned!"

Seeing this, Niu Dingtian felt his heart ease somewhat; this was indeed the result he most desired, and these people had certainly not disappointed him.

But he also specifically instructed that the first two volumes of the Nine Yang True Scripture are not something any cat or dog can learn; if anyone betrays from within, he does not mind dealing a harsh blow, and in the end his face turned icy and his tone severe.

"Subordinate obeys orders!"

Seeing this, the crowd all received the orders.

Niu Dingtian rarely used such a severe tone when instructing them; they naturally understood the meaning of this tone now, and naturally dared not be careless.

Afterward, Niu Dingtian's tone also eased slightly, and he continued:

"As for the Shaolin supreme techniques, each person should select three to cultivate; more would be harmful and of no benefit. Regarding the hidden dangers of Shaolin martial arts, there is no need to overly worry; from now on, everyone just needs to earnestly cultivate our sect's internal cultivation heart method."

"Transmission of skills this afternoon, everyone may disperse."

"Yes!"

After the crowd dispersed, Niu Dingtian came to the door of Miss Han Xiao Ying's room.

Since that day when he returned from the Shaolin Temple and went straight into closed-door cultivation, it had already been four days since he last saw her.

By now, Lady Han the heroine should also be able to get out of bed, right?

"Thump thump thump"

Niu Dingtian raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Creak"

The door opened, a lovely maiden stood before it, only her complexion still somewhat pale.

"Miss Han, won't you invite me in to sit?"

Seeing Miss Han Xiao Ying, Niu Dingtian was in high spirits and could not help but smile, half-joking as he asked.

Miss Han Xiao Ying had not seen this person for several days; she began to ask about Niu Ben, saying he was in closed-door cultivation, and thereafter had not seen him emerge, not knowing what had happened, and involuntarily she felt a little longing.

Just now, hearing someone knock at the door inside the room, she originally thought it was someone bringing soup and medicine, and did not think much of it; but upon opening the door, she unexpectedly saw the person she most desired to see from the bottom of her heart.

In the sudden joy, her face involuntarily broke into a smile.

At this moment, hearing this person's joking words, the expression in her eyes instantly became somewhat reserved; she immediately stepped aside, reached out, and said in a clear voice:

"Young Master Niu, please come in quickly."

Niu Dingtian lifted his foot and stepped into the room; there was a hint of medicine mixed with some fragrance.

"How does Miss Han feel physically?"

Sitting beside the table, after receiving the tea offered by Miss Han Xiao Ying and taking a sip, Niu Dingtian smiled and asked.

"Thank you, Young Master Niu, for your care these past days; my body has improved greatly, and in another two days the medicinal soup should also be stopped."

Upon hearing this, Miss Han Xiao Ying pursed her lips, her eyes becoming more sincere, looking at Niu Dingtian she expressed her thanks solemnly.

After saying that, it seemed she thought of something, her face again became somewhat reserved, and she continued:

"There is... still another matter that I must trouble Young Master Niu with."

"Miss Han, between us there's no need to be so polite; just speak up!"

Upon hearing this, Niu Dingtian's eyes flickered slightly; he had no hesitation and directly agreed.

"Because I was injured these past days and delayed my return, the few brothers in the desert, unable to wait for me, are probably anxious; so I wish to first send a letter, and ask Young Master Niu to arrange someone to deliver it, so as to report safety."

Seeing Niu Dingtian agree without a second thought, Han Xiao Ying felt a warm flicker inside, stopped being polite, and softly stated her purpose.

"Miss Han, don't worry, I'll have someone take care of it shortly. I was negligent; I should have thought of this earlier."

Upon hearing that this was the matter, Niu Dingtian silently chided himself for his carelessness; after returning, he went straight into seclusion and overlooked it, and would have forgotten it entirely if Han Xiao Ying hadn't brought it up.

"Then, thank you, Young Master Niu."

Han Xiao Ying thanked him again to his face.

"Miss Han, you're being polite."

Niu Dingtian waved his hand, indicating it was no big deal.

Just like that, the two sat at the table and suddenly fell silent.

The atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment.

After a while, Niu Dingtian seemed to suddenly think of something, his eyes lighting up as he broke the silence and asked:

"That Miss Han, do you still remember my offer to teach you the Lightning Wave Micro Steps?"

Having said that, Niu Dingtian looked over.

Upon hearing this, Han Xiao Ying forgot the earlier awkwardness, hastily waved her hands and repeatedly refused:

"Young Master Niu, no, no!"

"That technique is too important; how could I casually pass it on to others?"

"Furthermore."

Just as she was about to continue speaking, she suddenly felt something was off.

She lifted her gaze and saw the person beside her already leaning in close, staring at her with intense eyes, and whispered:

"No matter how important, it's not as important as Miss Han!"

"Miss Han, give me some face!"

Sorry for the typos and garbled sentences, thanks for the reminder.

(End of chapter)