Chapter 173: Hurry Up and Put It On for Me to See

Chen Shu had audited a few classes titled "Cultivation System Detailed Explanation."

The instructor briefly introduced them to some of the world's lesser-known mechanisms, among which were the World Will and World Memory.

This world possesses a mechanism that records everything born and everything that happens within it exactly as it is. This includes every person, every event, and the reactions of every tiny particle of matter or Spirit Power. Its extreme detail transcends the concept of "historical archives"; theoretically, if you were to extract any fragment from the World Memory and possessed boundless power, you could perfectly replicate the entire world as it existed at that very moment.

It is said that the World Will and World Memory still hold many mysteries, and the Daoist sect has developed quite a few mysterious and wonderful uses based on them.

But the instructor did not mention these; perhaps he did not know them either.

The Summoning God Technique is one such application.

The specific principles are not well understood by outsiders.

That instructor speculated that it likely involves finding a complete record of a historical figure at a specific moment within the World Memory, obtaining their historical projection, and then using a Secret Technique to briefly connect oneself with this projection and merge them together. However, there are mechanisms and limitations difficult for outsiders to fathom, which allow Daoist disciples not only to obtain the memories of this historical figure but also to gain other abilities the figure possessed, making it as if the historical figure has been reborn within the practitioner; even the practitioner's Spirit Power and Spirit Sea will briefly change. Yet, once the technique ends, the practitioner cannot retain the historical figure's memories, experience, or other abilities, and their Spirit Sea and Spirit Power will both revert, leaving them only with the memory of their own actions during the process.

When a Daoist disciple uses the Summoning God Technique, they are neither themselves nor the summoned historical figure; they are both themselves and the summoned historical figure.

There are limitations, too—

One cannot summon those who are still alive; the reason is unknown.

One's own Spirit Sea level will not change; this point is the same as the Imperial Sect's Spirit Contract Secret Technique.

The practitioner must have sufficient understanding of the historical figure; the deeper the understanding, the higher the probability of success.

At the same time, the moment the practitioner finds the complete record of this historical figure and completes the connection, the historical figure reaches a state similar to regaining consciousness through the practitioner's brain. Therefore, if a practitioner uses the Summoning God Technique to commit murder or arson, it will not work; the task must be a righteous one, and the historical figure should be as easy to talk to as possible, because at that moment, there is a possibility that the practitioner will be rejected by the summoned subject.

However, the Summoning God Technique possesses a certain mechanism to prevent the summoned subject's memories from having a negative impact on the practitioner, such as turning the practitioner into another person, or the summoned subject refusing to leave after regaining consciousness.

The specific principle is unknown.

But one still cannot always summon the same person, as one would be affected to some degree.

Therefore, Daoist disciples are quite knowledgeable about history.

At least they are familiar with certain people in history.

The final limitation: the summoned subject must be a figure from after the birth of the Daoist sect and the Summoning God Technique; it is almost impossible to succeed with those from before the birth of the Summoning God Technique.

The reason has already been stated above: at the moment of connection, the historical figure enters a state similar to "regaining consciousness." Big shots from after the birth of the Daoist sect and the Summoning God Technique naturally know that this is a later Daoist disciple asking for their help, whereas those born before would find it inexplicable.

The Summoning God Technique is also constantly changing, modified and perfected generation after generation; over thousands of years, it has now become a very complex and vast Spell.

"Clang!"

The sound of a gong rang out.

The Green Lamp Ancient Buddha, dressed in monk's robes, opened his eyes, yet his hands remained pressed together, and he did not attack immediately.

Merely two seconds later.

The gaze of the Gate of All Wonders, dressed in light blue Daoist robes, tightened and became sharp. He performed a sword flourish with the Long Sword in his hand, and his entire being—from his temperament and expression to the Spirit Power field around him—changed, causing the hair of those outside the arena to stand on end.

"Amitabha."

The Green Lamp Ancient Buddha chanted a Buddhist name, pressed his palms together, and even bowed, asking very politely: "This junior, Tongdeng, dares to ask for the senior's honorable name?"

"Chu Xiaoran!"

There was an uproar outside the Martial Arts Arena.

Chu Xiaoran, the Sword Master from two generations ago of the Sword Sect.

Gifted with extraordinary talent and peerless grace, his peak coincided with a great change in the world. As eras shifted and the world was in chaos, he once traveled alone with a single Sword to overseas lands, where he beheaded a long-renowned Ninth Stage expert in the heart of a foreign country, shaking the world. When he was sword-riding back to his country, he felt an itch in his hands and incidentally wiped out an enemy fleet.

Finally, he Transformed into Dao over a hundred years ago.

Everyone could not help but look toward the direction of Ling'an Academy, where the teachers, elders, deacons, and disciples of the Sword Sect were, wanting to see what expressions they had.

Oh, they looked as usual.

The Sword Sect, this miraculous sect, never understood respecting teachers and the Dao; when everyone is happy, they are all buddies, and when they are unhappy, they are all jerks.

Furthermore, the Sword Sect is also a deep-cooperation partner in the Daoist sect's Summoning God Technique project; the powerful figures of past generations almost always respond to requests and come when summoned—if it were big shots from other sects, they might agree to things like resisting foreign invasion or punishing evil and promoting good, but if it were just for an Arena match, they might not necessarily pay you any mind.

The big shots of the Sword Sect are different; as long as the preparatory work does not go wrong, the final step will never fail.

No matter who they are fighting, they come.

Even if they are fighting descendants of the Sword Sect, they come.

And once a Sword Sect big shot successfully descends, they can immediately enter the role and begin the battle.

Except for one minor flaw, Sword Sect big shots are almost perfect subjects for the Summoning God Technique, which is why every Daoist disciple loves to seek out Sword Sect big shots.

Just like this one before them—

"You are fighting me!?"

"Yes." The Green Lamp Ancient Buddha remained bowing, "Senior, please forgive me."

"So much nonsense!" The Gate of All Wonders loosened his muscles and bones, "So weak, this is only Fifth Grade, right? Sigh... hurry up, hurry up and grow out all your extra hands, feet, and heads; I'll chop them off one by one!"

"I shall respectfully obey."

"So pedantic! Hurry up, hurry up! Let me see if the quality of your Buddhist Sect's descendants has shrunk!"

"Amitabha..."

Ten thousand rays of golden light suddenly erupted from the Arena.

The Green Lamp Ancient Buddha's already tall and strong body grew again, becoming like a giant, and he grew two extra heads and two pairs of arms—those two heads both had his own face, yet one was baring its teeth in fury, while the other was calm and transcendent; both pairs of arms were bulging with muscle and shimmering with golden light.

Three-Headed Six-Armed Demon-Subduing Golden Body.

A major move right from the start.

"Pah!"

The Gate of All Wonders turned his head and spat to the side, not caring about his image at all.

Immediately after, he actually abandoned the various sword techniques that the traditional Sword Sect excelled at, and carrying this Standard Longsword, he walked toward the monk opposite him.

His steps were like shooting stars, so dashing.

"..."

The expressions of the several Daoists watching from outside the arena were blank; they were likely those who had been tricked by Sword Sect seniors in the same way.

Not far from them, the old and young of the Sword Sect felt nothing amiss at all.

Come on—

I'm already dead! Can't I be allowed to have some fun?

Is there no sense of reason left?

This is super cool, isn't it?

Looking back at the Martial Arts Arena, the ground was already shaking.

Although that three-headed, six-armed figure was massive, its movements were extremely fast; two hands reached toward the Daoist, two hands balled into fists and struck from different angles, and two more hands blocked the Daoist's Long Sword, while the head in the middle focused entirely on controlling the body, the head on the left spewed raging fire, and the head on the right shot out golden light.

As the palm, like a cattail fan, swept past, the wind wailed.

When the fist struck the ground, a large pit appeared instantly.

The flames scorched the yellow earth until it turned bright red.

The golden light didn't look particularly strange; it hit the ground like an ordinary beam of light because what it damaged was the Spirit Soul of a living being.

The Daoist, however, was exceptionally agile, as if he knew everything around him like the back of his hand.

Two hands couldn't grab him, two hands couldn't hit him; he bent his waist to avoid the incoming golden light and shifted sideways to dodge the spewing fire, even finding time to make mocking "eh-eh-eh" sounds from his mouth—in the eyes of the other Sword Sect descendants, it was truly cool as hell.

Look—

A person over three hundred years old, at the Ninth Stage of cultivation, a Sect Master of a top-tier sect, and he's been dead for over a hundred years to boot, yet he's still this happy—isn't that cool?

Alright, the Sword Master that this Daoist found might not necessarily be the one from when he was three hundred, but he must be at least one or two hundred years old, right?

To still be this playful at one or two hundred years old, isn't that cool??

Ten minutes later.

The three-headed, six-armed Demon-Subduing Golden Body of Qingdeng Gufu was already covered in wounds, and even two of the illusory arms had been hacked off; fortunately, he had intentionally protected them, so the two real arms were not injured, but the golden light on his body had dimmed significantly, and his clothes were in tatters.

After such high-intensity, all-out combat, his Spirit Power was also nearly exhausted.

The only things that remained unchanged were those three heads.

The one on the left was still baring its teeth and glaring, the one on the right was still calm and transcendent, and the one in the middle still had a determined expression; he did not believe himself to be inferior to anyone.

Zhong Miao Zhimen, however, had only sustained some minor injuries.

At the same time, because this Sword Master was not used to these Daoist robes, he had accidentally let Qingdeng Gufu grab his clothes earlier, which not only tore the robe off but also burned away a portion of the cartoon t-shirt he was wearing underneath with golden flames, making him look somewhat disheveled.

But this caused Chen Shu to notice something.

Earlier, when Qingdeng Gufu's clothes were slashed by the Long Sword, a palm-sized golden pattern was revealed on his back; the lines were simple and contained a bit of Buddhist charm. At the time, Chen Shu didn't think much of it, assuming it was a coincidence, but now that Zhong Miao Zhimen's clothes were also torn, there was actually a pattern of similar size but different style and color on his left ribcage.

This was clearly not a Martial Artist Rune.

Both were Cultivators; there was no need to engrave Martial Artist Runes, and it looked nothing like a Martial Artist Rune at all.

It was more like a simple mark.

What was this for?

It couldn't just be a simple tattoo, could it?

Chen Shu blinked, took out his Mobile Phone, zoomed in and zoomed in again, and took two photos when he found the chance.

Just then, Zhong Miao Zhimen suddenly retreated, opening up the distance until he reached the edge of the Arena, and turned to look at the Sword Sect Disciple below:

"Greet your master!"

The people of the Sword Sect looked at each other, and in the end, they honestly said:

"Greetings, Old Sword Master."

"Sensible."

After Zhong Miao Zhimen finished speaking, he glanced at Zhang Suannai, his expression rarely calm, the corner of his mouth curling up slightly as he added:

"Not bad."

Then he glanced to the side and scoffed:

"Trash from the Royal Court!"

The people of the Royal Court had cold expressions but did not respond.

"Boom!"

Zhong Miao Zhimen seemed to have his strength drained all at once, half-kneeling on the ground; when he raised his head again, his expression and temperament had returned to that of the young Daoist.

As for his Spirit Power?

It had been completely spent on having fun.

In the distance, Qingdeng Gufu stood quietly in place, his expression unchanged, as if he had known this would happen all along.

The outcome was decided.

"Clang!"

The referee announced loudly: "The winner, Rongsheng Six Brightness Buddhist Academy, Tongdeng."

Chen Shu had just finished the last drop of his soda.

"Hiccup~"

He glanced at Zhang Suannai.

This person was currently very excited.

She was probably wanting to quickly defeat this opponent—whom even the Sword Master from two generations ago couldn't defeat in person—just to prove that she was more awesome than the Sword Master, right?

"Let's go."

Chen Shu stood up and walked two steps, handing the empty soda can to Qingqing beside him: "Hold this for me."

Qingqing looked at him without saying a word—

This person was already so old, yet he still used such tricks to trick her into holding his trash; she was truly speechless.

"Forget it if you won't take it."

Chen Shu withdrew his hand and walked forward, then turned his head to say to Qingqing, "Remember to wear black silk stockings for me to see when we go back tonight."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You promised!"

"I didn't."

"Then you didn't refuse either!"

"I didn't."

"That means you tacitly agreed!"

"I didn't do that either."

"Hmm?"

"Your sister-in-law lied to you."

"???"

Chen Shu turned his head to look at Qingqing, then looked at the little girl.

The little girl tilted her head, earnestly admiring the scenery in the distance.

Qingqing pursed her lips and said indifferently, "It might be hard for you to accept, but that is the fact. She didn't tell me, didn't discuss it with me, and I neither refused nor tacitly agreed; I never heard of this matter at all."

"?"

"..."

The little girl was still admiring the scenery.

The sun at the end of April was too intense, and she felt a bit hot; she reached out to wipe the sweat from her face, shook the soda can in her hand, which looked like it had one sip left, and then tilted her head back to drink that last sip as well. As for what her sister and brother-in-law were saying, as everyone knows, she was completely unable to hear it.

Chen Shu was silent for a few seconds: "I don't care!"

"Then don't care."

"I don't care!!"

"Whether you care or not is up to you, I don't care either."

"I want to see black silk stockings!"

"I'll go online and find you a few pictures."

"I want to see you wear them!"

"Sure, in your dreams."

"I don't care, I don't care!"

"If you don't care, then don't care, and don't talk either."

"..." Chen Shu was silent for a moment, changed his strategy, and tried to persuade her, "Just wear them! They would definitely look great! Your legs are so long, straight, and have such a nice shape; they would definitely be beautiful on you! It's too much of a waste not to wear them!"

"I don't want to."

"Why? Those aren't something indecent, they aren't revealing, it's a very normal outfit, okay?"

"It doesn't fit my style."

"Oh, Qingqing..."

"Ineffective acting cute."

"..."

The two of them walked out of the Martial Arts Arena while talking, passing by Zhang Suannai, who was looking at them blankly with her head tilted, but they didn't notice her.

The little girl followed silently behind them, from time to time turning her head to examine the trees by the road, the Teaching Building, and the Military Academy students walking in neat formations in their uniforms.

How novel!