Chapter 72: 72 Trouble Arises from Within

Night fell.

Song Cheng gently stroked Tong Niangzi, who was clinging to his side, closed his eyes, and with a single thought, his Soul left his body. Familiar with the path, he slipped out and soon arrived at a martial arts hall he had selected in advance—Fanlang Martial Arts Hall.

He and Ling'er had wandered around this martial arts hall before.

Listening to the discussions of those nearby, he roughly understood that the Jin of this hall was quite unique; it was a spiral Jin combined with a fierce pouncing force. In other words, this technique was very likely between "Flying Wheel Horizontal Jin" and "White Snake Jin".

Inside the martial arts hall, there were clearly many disciples fast asleep. Very few of these disciples had reached the Jin Realm, and it was evident that the conscription over the past few days had taken away some of the hall's people.

After all, Prefecture City martial arts halls often had connections with the Mountain River Martial Arts Hall.

For such a rare opportunity, there would naturally be those who would seize it.

The overall sense of anxiety in the martial arts hall was not high.

And through his prior scouting, Song Cheng knew that the strongest person here was merely an existence comparable in strength to Wang Da Xiansheng.

In the darkness, his Soul rummaged through boxes and cabinets, passing through cracks and gaps. After searching for about half an hour, he finally found a scroll of technique on the desk in the hall master's bedroom.

The cover bore three characters—"Fanlang Jin".

Clearly, the hall master was sleeping soundly with his woman.

Song Cheng looked at the technique, and his Soul suddenly attached itself to it.

"Object Manipulation."

The power he had tested many times did not encounter any accidents at this moment.

The scroll of technique, as if blown by the wind, flipped open a page shallowly.

Song Cheng looked closely.

He read it page by page.

Object Manipulation could not move heavy objects, but paper, leaves, and the like were still possible.

He finished reading the technique quickly. Relying on his understanding of the martial Dao and the display on his panel, even if he did not recognize some characters, it was no obstacle. He silently memorized the characters he did not recognize, then returned without a sound, restored everything to its original state, and then left quickly, returning his Soul to his body.

As a result, as soon as it entered his body, a new line of information appeared on the panel: 【Technique】

Fanlang Jin (Yellow Grade Grade C) (Not Yet Initiated (0/4)). This Jin technique did not show the words "conflicts with existing techniques".

The youth lay there just like that, while the power within his body began to mobilize. His seemingly calm body suddenly had a great deal of flesh and blood beginning to roll like waves.

With Gang Qi circulating, he could practice even while lying down.

The impact of the airflow and the flow of the Jin force made Song Cheng a "contradictory body" that looked extremely still but was actually exercising frantically.

The Jin force was contained but not released, like dragons in motion.

Silent and soundless, agile and flexible, continuous and unending.

One stick of incense, two sticks of incense... one hour... two hours... The window turned gray, the sky was about to turn white, and Tong Niangzi twisted her body, wanting to pull all the quilts off Song Cheng and wrap them around herself.

A few slight "popping bean" sounds suddenly came from Song Cheng's body.

He glanced at the panel: Fanlang Jin (Yellow Grade Grade C) (Completion)

"Hmph, hahaha..."

No matter how steady and composed the youth was, he could not help but chuckle softly.

This time, he did not Add Points.

At the Jin Realm, he no longer needed to Add Points.

Because he had already reached a rather powerful level in this realm.

Others obtained one method, walked one path, and sought one route.

But what he sought was for his entire body to be the method, such that even the dander on his skin could contain lethal power.

This laughter woke Tong Niangzi, who was at his side.

The Young Mistress grumbled, "Little Song, what kind of madness are you having so early in the morning?"

Song Cheng was happy in his heart; he hugged the Young Mistress and kissed her hard.

The Young Mistress kissed him back, then continued to sleep in a daze.

Song Cheng lay there, his mood slowly calming down.

He began to examine "Fanlang Jin".

This technique was relatively special, at least to him, because it seemed not only to have crossed over "Flying Wheel Horizontal Jin" and "White Snake Jin" but also seemed to connect to another Jin force system.

If the light and agile Jin force system was: White Snake Pouncing Force, Fuliu Jin Jin Jin, Jue Jin Jin Jin.

The defensive Jin force system was: Mysterious Turtle Hard Force, Flying Wheel Spiral Horizontal Jin, Splitting Force.

Then, while "Fanlang Jin" connected the two systems, it also extended small tentacles toward another Jin force system.

That system was the one Song Cheng had practiced before that would conflict with other techniques—the rigid and fierce system.

Early on, the "Tiger Roar Saber" he obtained from bandits in the Hou Shan of Tanghe Village, and later the "Savage Bear Force" obtained from Big Bear Martial Arts Hall, all belonged to this system.

And now... he glanced at the panel.

The words "conflicts with existing techniques" after "Tiger Roar Saber" and "Savage Bear Force" had suddenly disappeared.

And his strength data had moved up a little bit again, from "141~282" to "143~286".

This small fluctuation was just like a snail.

He was also like a snail, climbing up step by step. Even if he could not obtain profound techniques, he would still build a path to the heavens from the foundations.

Accumulating small steps can reach a thousand miles; the convergence of a hundred rivers can also form great rivers.

Now, he could be considered to have caught up with that person at White Camel Manor.

Morning.

Song Cheng came to the courtyard. The weather was getting hotter. He changed into clean Jin Clothing and began to try "Savage Bear Force".

If his estimation was correct, this was a new Jin force route that needed to be tempered. Sure enough, after practicing it for half an hour, he found it was indeed not that easy. But "the world is divided into three, and he had already obtained two," and coupled with Gang Qi, using it to practice this Jin technique in reverse was far faster than ordinary people.

Let alone ordinary people, even true geniuses could not compare to him.

After finishing the set, he rested for a moment, and suddenly, a commotion came from outside.

Song Cheng closed his eyes, his Soul directly left his body under the scorching sun and quickly traveled outward, while the shell he left in place remained in a state where Jin Realm power flowed wantonly.

This was a method he had honed himself after leaving his body for long periods.

In short, after his Soul left his body, he could keep his physical form in its strongest defensive state until his energy was exhausted.

And in this state, even if ten thousand arrows were fired at once, they wouldn't be able to leave even a white mark on the "shell left behind by his Soul."

If someone were to touch him lightly, they would find themselves feeling as if they were touching a very heavy, very hard boulder.

If someone were to slash at him fiercely with a blade, the internal energy would automatically counterattack from his skin along with his Jin Realm power; if that person's strength was insufficient, they would be shaken to death instantly.

Song Cheng's Soul drifted to the place of the commotion outside.

Upon looking, he saw it was visitors from another family.

The Ruyi Chamber of Commerce was not considered large in the Prefecture City, but that was only in comparison to behemoths like the Mountain River Martial Hall; in reality, among small factions, it was truly not small, and naturally, many families came and went.

Song Cheng did not recognize many of these families, but Young Miss An was familiar with all of them because she had to deal with them.

At this moment, four visitors had arrived.

The leader was a young master with a pale face and a folding fan, shaking it lightly; he was physically weak and powerless, with a combat power of "2~2" and a favorability of "10."

This left Song Cheng puzzled.

When had he provoked such an existence with a combat power of only 2?

This favorability was already far below his execution threshold.

Well... how about he just went and executed him in two days? Who knew when an accident might erupt.

However, before executing him, he was quite curious.

How had he offended this young master? In the hall, the Steward was directing a maid to serve tea and water, accompanying it with a smiling face as he looked at the pale-faced young master and laughed: "Young Master Chen, what wind blew you all here today?"

That Young Master Chen said: "What? In the past, wasn't I a frequent guest of your An Family? Now that An Zhangsheng is gone, I can't come anymore?"

The Steward hurriedly said: "How could that be, how could that be."

Young Master Chen impatiently waved his folding fan and said: "Go! Hurry! Go call Miss An out!"

Having said that, he flicked his folding fan and began to shake it with a dashing air.

Song Cheng remembered; he had heard Ling'er mention this matter.

Ling'er was a chatterbox; once she recognized a master, she would activate her "autonomous information gathering function" and then tell you everything happening outside, "regardless of whether it was happy or sad."

Young Master Chen was a close friend of An Zhangsheng and a playboy they used to hang out with; there were rumors before that after An Dafuren heard "An Chenyu had privately taken a husband, she planned to marry An Chenyu off, the marriage contract had even been agreed upon verbally, and the target was this Young Master Chen."

Thinking of this, Song Cheng suddenly understood in his heart.

'No wonder he hates me.'

Just as he was thinking, that Young Master Chen said slowly again: "Miss An isn't coming, is she? Then... is she not even concerned about the whereabouts of An Xu?"

An Xu was precisely An Chenyu's father, a playboy who could rival An Zhangsheng, and an existence of about the same caliber as An Kai.

He was so absurd that over the past half-month, even An Laotaiye had been buried, yet he hadn't appeared once; presumably, he might not even know about it.

An Chenyu was also too lazy to look for this father; anyway... if he ran out of money, he would definitely come home to get more.

At this moment, when Young Master Chen mentioned An Xu, the Steward became anxious and hurriedly said: "I ask Young Master Chen to inform us of the Old Master's whereabouts."

Young Master Chen actually didn't hide it and laughed: "Mountain River Martial Hall.

He drank too much and actually dared to lose his temper at the wife of a disciple of the Mountain River Martial Hall; he's been dragged off for that.

Take ten thousand taels over first to show an attitude and see if it works."

The Steward was shocked.

However, this was indeed something the Old Master would do.

Young Master Chen laughed boastfully: "My cousin is a martial arts genius; this time, responding to the government's call, he was scouted by the Mountain River Martial Hall and is being heavily cultivated.

You've heard of the name 'Frost Sword Guest' Chen Zhangying, right? That's my cousin, a Jin Realm genius.

It's because of him that I know this so clearly. Hurry and send someone to handle it; if you're slow... I'm afraid Uncle An will die."

The Steward was at a loss, and at this moment, An Chenyu walked out.

The Steward wanted to speak, but Young Miss An waved her hand and said: "I heard it all."

Young Master Chen looked obsessively at this ice-like, beautiful person and said in a cloying voice: "Chen Yu, how do you intend to thank me?"

An Chenyu said indifferently: "See the guests out."

Young Master Chen:???

Suddenly, he erupted with an excited voice: "Chen Yu, I know it; you actually don't want to marry a blind man at all! Who would like a blind man? Am I not hundreds or thousands of times better than him? I understand you; you just want to continue controlling the An Family. I can do that too, I..."

An Chenyu said coldly: "Ying'er."

The maid with a face like frost walked out, killing intent hidden in her eyes.

Young Master Chen and the other three were startled and hurriedly stood up.

Young Master Chen wanted to say more, but Ying'er said with full killing intent: "If you dare say one more word about the Young Master, I will kill you."

As she spoke, she stood tall and proud, pressed forward, and suddenly drew her blade; the blade light was chilling, and the pressure of a Jin Realm Martial Artist covered them, causing the four to flee in a panic.

An Chenyu didn't even look, but instead walked to a wooden chair with a cold air, sat down, leaned back slightly, crossed her long legs, lowered her brows and eyes, and rested her chin on her hand to think for a moment, then said: "Steward, bring An Kai here; I have something to ask him."

(End of this chapter)