Volume 1, Chapter 40: A Shaolin Lay Disciple, Cultivating the Yi Jin Jing

"Abbot Kong Wen of the Shaolin Temple, I pay my respects to the Retired Emperor!" Kong Wen said, bowing low.

"Master, please, dispense with the formalities. I was once a monk at Huangjue Temple myself before I joined the rebel army. You have all tested Doctor Xia; why have you not yet passed on the scriptures to him?" Zhu Yuanzhang pressed.

Faced with the interrogation, Kong Wen lowered his head in silence, unsure of how to reply. Xia Jingtian hurriedly stepped in to mediate, asking, "Might I ask, Abbot, what are the three conditions? Tell me. Perhaps I can fulfill them!"

Caught off guard, Kong Wen heard Xia Jingtian's question and hurriedly replied, "The 'Yijinjing' is a supreme Shaolin art, never to be taught to outsiders. Doctor Xia must add..."

"Speak for yourself," Mo Qiqi said, throwing a few Frost Talismans at the attackers. She then summoned a flying sword and, carrying Tang Ruhai and Yu Renjie, quickly retreated from the market town.

The more he pondered, the more horrified Tie Feng became. The system felt like it was shrouded in a mist—visible, yet impossible to see clearly.

If Xingbai knew that the old man was secretly hoping to take her as a concubine, she would surely be so enraged that she would draw her sword and take her own life on the spot.

Mo Qiqi rolled her eyes. She had originally intended to rob that unlucky cultivator and steal his invitation, but after being blocked by Bian Hongjun and finally reaching an agreement, the cultivators below had long since scattered. Where was she supposed to find that man now?

Just then, a strange passage suddenly appeared before her eyes, and Sima Yi's voice rang out once more.

"Time to wake up." Tie Feng reached out and gently pinched Anna’s soft, flushed cheek.

To the people, their Sect Master was nothing short of a myth—a living deity. With a single punch, he could shatter mountains and drain seas, toppling reinforced concrete towers. Every strike and step carried supreme power, like a true god of heaven.

Tie Feng looked up, his eyes bloodshot, staring into the depths of the sycamore forest, his gaze filled with killing intent.

***

It was merely an inadvertent expression on her part, yet the three judges present were all momentarily stunned as they faced her.

Mo Qiqi’s sense of propriety was inconsistent; currently, she had none. With no psychological burden, she reached into what looked like the opening of a tightly cinched bag, anchored herself, and hung there, swinging back and forth.

He was merely a guard and did not understand the broader situation. Deciding to act decisively, they retrieved a keycard from the soldier who had been bitten to death. Opening the various rooms was not difficult, as the card simply swiped past the code on the doorplates.

Unexpectedly, after Lin Ke finished speaking, Han Dongji’s expression became even more conflicted. He muttered to himself, "Why did it have to be this way? Why did it have to be me?" His eyes stared blankly toward the residence of the Second Prince.

In the past, I understood nothing. Everything I know now was earned with blood and tears. My past life, when I understood nothing, was truly desolate.

In reality, Zhang Fei had leaped up long ago and was now a hundred meters in the air. With a slight wave of his hand, the great sword "Wanxiang" flew back to him. Without a word, Zhang Fei raised the sword high and brought it down. Suddenly, he felt a vibration from the blade; at last, the ancient power had activated.

One man and two demons watched Lin Qingxuan expectantly. After a long moment of contemplation, he suddenly flicked his right hand, releasing a new flying sword that plunged rapidly toward the iceberg.

That person didn't even react, which surprised him; it seemed the fellow's temper had improved significantly.

The old man told me that someone was recommending some kind of health device to these doctors, costing twenty-eight hundred each. Selling just one pair earned a two-hundred-yuan commission, and everyone else had already taken theirs.

While lost in thought, a procession suddenly appeared ahead. Seeing that some of the porters in the group were carrying a royal palanquin, Han Dongji immediately pulled Lin Ke aside to clear the main path, bowing in respect to let them pass.

Yet, an incredible scene unfolded. Xia Lan remained suspended in the air. With the descent of a holy light, she slightly raised her left arm, opened her jade hand, and blocked Wu Baiwan's massive fist directly, her body remaining completely unmoved.

Things had reached this point; no matter how one looked at it, Heng Yanlin could not possibly give them his contact information.

These hundreds of thousands of mid-tier treasures were merely a fraction of what went into constructing the Star Pagoda, which showed just how powerful it truly was.

"I’m going to beat you to a pulp. Just watch, Son of Beauty, watch how your beloved man sprawls on the ring," Matsuda Junichiro said, glancing sideways at Gangcun Meizi in the audience.

After greeting the Monkey King, Qin Hao began wreaking havoc inside the Elephant King's trunk, causing the giant beast to roll around wildly.

Yuan Shuyi indeed showed an expectant look once more. As she hesitated, Yuan Xi had already reached out his hand toward her.

***

Having seized the final second to deliver one last heavy blow, the red mist on Zu Yao’s body dissipated, and the crimson blades on the Blue Velociraptor’s claws gradually dimmed until they vanished.

Upon this reunion, several researchers of similar age to Katta embraced him, their excitement overflowing. The Bureau Chief thanked Guda and Shimada for their help. He recognized Guda but tacitly chose not to make a scene.

She thanked Bena, then covered the cart with oilcloth and pushed it toward the village artisan’s workshop.

"...After all these years, I never thought I’d find a suitable successor! Thank goodness you’ve come now..." Kashu said at the end, feeling incredibly fortunate.

Although Shimada was slightly skeptical of his teacher’s final comment—it didn’t look like the most flexible choice by any means—the point was not the teacher’s slightly exaggerated rhetoric, but that the great sword was indeed a viable weapon for agile combat.

Immediately, several water dragons, like awakened beasts, surged forward, raining down thousands of sword strikes that carved fissures into the void.

To everyone's surprise, Gu Xuan broke this move even more effortlessly. It seemed that in the face of that purple light, moves lacking sufficient attack power were useless, regardless of their speed.

"I appreciate your concern, Sect Master Li. The doors of our Yuan family are always open to you," Yuan Ruyi said with a smile.

Su Mi arrived nearby, heard the unspeakable sounds, frowned slightly, and stepped back. She turned and gestured for Shen Lie to stay where he was.

But now, the Venerable one had no intention of wasting time. Being more meticulous than Qingchi, he naturally discovered the severely injured Cen Jiunian. Although Chen Si didn't know the girl's background, the "Fire of Heavenly Tribulation" that Qingchi had been obsessing over for so long was likely going to slip through his fingers.

"What about President Shao of the Jinrui Group? Has he arrived?" Su Yuyan had never liked Zhang Jiyong, so seeing that President Shao of the Jinrui Group was absent, she didn't even sit down and asked Zhang Jiyong directly.

Wang Changsheng stood on the black stone platform, looking out at the cultivators surrounding him, a sense of pride swelling in his heart.

Zhan Musi, strictly observing propriety, quickly pulled out his phone. Right, find Mao Mao—that way, he wouldn't let his thoughts wander.

Amidst a series of melodic, crisp sounds, the six ancestral artifacts seemed to be reborn, instantly erupting with five-colored divine light that illuminated the horizon before swirling back under the gaze of countless powerhouses.