"This, this..."
Among the crowd, the young man in hunting attire stood dazed and dumbfounded, his mind blank.
From his perspective:
Three Grandmasters joined forces to attack, but in re seconds, they were all defeated, utterly humiliated.
"How could this be?"
In the young man’s heart, it felt as if a massive mountain had collapsed.
During his short two-month incredible journey, Martial Arts Grandmasters were practically omnipotent, their martial arts reaching heights he could only dream of.
But now:
The three Qin Province Grandmasters joined forces, yet were defeated so decisively, so effortlessly, overturning all his previous understanding of Martial Dao!
Are there people like this in the world? Is there such martial arts?!
He turned his head blankly, seeking answers from others, but found that those nearby were as dumbstruck as he was, staring at the scene.
In the spacious main hall, only a dead silence remained, as if even the drop of a needle could be heard.
"...Thank you, senior, for your rcy!"
The three Grandmasters got up awkwardly, wiped the blood from their mouths, and hurriedly bowed respectfully.
They could all tell that this Silver faced Old Monster had shown rcy.
Otherwise, with the terrifying power of a Three-foot Qi Wall, a single thought could have killed them instantly, leaving them no chance to resist.
Such terrifying martial arts had already surpassed their imagination.
"You should feel fortunate."
Zhang Yao removed his hat, revealing a silver tal mask covering his face, his voice calm and emotionless:
"Compared to decades ago, my temper is much better, or else, for daring to attack , you’d be leaving your lives here today."
"Yes, yes, yes, thank you, senior..."
The three Grandmasters replied ekly, not daring to say more.
Zhang Yao ignored them, continuing to leaf through the golden foil jade scroll, occasionally showing a thoughtful expression.
The people in the main hall did not dare disturb him. After lighting nearby whale oil lamps with torches, they backed away far, not daring to breathe loudly.
Without Zhang Yao’s permission, they dared not leave, helplessly waiting, as if sitting on pins and needles.
"..."
The three Grandmasters dared not whisper, only exchanged glances, seeing the bitterness in each other’s eyes.
Had they known their actions would collide with such a terrifying old monster, they wouldn’t have co for anything.
This feeling of one’s life hanging in soone else’s hands hadn’t been felt in years, hoping the Silver faced Old Monster wouldn’t start a massacre later.
After a quarter of an hour, Zhang Yao finished the golden foil jade scroll and frowned, feeling a bit regretful.
"What a pity."
"Had I obtained this secret record twenty years ago, it might have been of so help."
"But now, it only holds reference value, akin to tasteless chicken ribs."
This golden foil jade scroll, nad "Eternal Night Secret Record," not only recorded Night Emperor’s martial arts but also his autobiography.
Night Emperor ca from a noble family in Qin Province, a once-in-a-century martial dao prodigy, reaching the pinnacle at twenty-four and becoming a Grandmaster at thirty-three, his talent unmatched.
Only such a figure could leave martial arts and insights that Zhang Yao might regard highly.
In Night Emperor’s account:
His peak was around sixty years old, with True Qi extending one foot and reaching the spiritual power level, similar to Zhang Yao back then.
But alas, after sixty, his power began declining and he never truly reached a higher realm.
Compared to Zhang Yao now, they were worlds apart.
"In this ’Eternal Night Secret Record,’ the techniques for utilizing spiritual power are only sowhat ingenious ’Eye Witness,’ ’Divine Strike,’ and such."
"Compared to Chang Chunzi’s ’Nourishing Spirit and Will,’ each has its strengths; but compared to Fengdu King’s ’Soul Shifting Technique,’ it’s slightly inferior."
Zhang Yao quietly compared and evaluated, increasingly finding the scroll to be chicken ribs.
For twenty years, he secretly carried out his plans, traveling across various provinces, gathering historically famous profound martial arts to perfect his martial dao.
Given his skills and thods, as long as the cultivation technique still existed, he could almost always obtain it.
For twenty full years:
He constantly explored, cultivated diligently, empowered by two talents, his strength surpassing invincible Grandmasters of past, truly entering a mysterious realm.
His ultimate skill for cultivating and using spiritual power was nad "Soul Capturing and Thought Extraction Technique," far above the "Night Emperor’s Secret Record."
"Boom."
The golden foil jade scroll was casually tossed back to its place by Zhang Yao, who turned around with a flat tone:
"I’ve finished reading; I’ll leave it to you."
Hearing his words, everyone sighed in relief, instinctively stepping aside.
As Zhang Yao prepared to leave, he noticed the accessories of Palace Master Qingchen and suddenly spoke:
"Are you the current Qingchen Palace Master? What is Qingyangzi to you?"
Palace Master Qingchen shuddered at the question, quickly replying:
"Reporting to senior, Qingyangzi is my master."
"Oh?"
Zhang Yao’s tone showed a hint of interest:
"Then show the ’Qingyang Fist’."
"...Yes."
Palace Master Qingchen dared not say more, obediently executing Qingyang Fist.
This fist technique, a secret of Qing Chen Palace, required coordinated breathing techniques and thus wasn’t worried about others learning it.
"Still diocre."
After watching, Zhang Yao shook his head:
"Twenty years ago, Qingyangzi was defeated by one of my moves and could only obediently serve tea, offering the palace’s true teachings."
"At the ti, embarrassed, he swore to perfect the Magic Skill, letting later generations surpass the past."
"But seeing this ’Qingyang Fist’ now, I know he wasted twenty years with little progress."
Palace Master Qingchen looked embarrassed at this, inwardly resenting.
His master died a few years ago, yet hadn’t told him about crossing paths with the Silver faced Old Monster.
Even if lacking face, discrete hints would’ve been better, but what kind of master sets up his disciple this way?
As for improving the ’Qingyang Fist,’ that’s even more nonsense. Though Qing Chen Palace is only a century old, this cultivation technique has been passed down for a thousand years, continually improved by countless Grandmasters, leaving little space for further developnt.
Besides, even more improvent wouldn’t elevate it to Silver faced Old Monster’s terrifying realm!
Who knows how this old monster cultivated to such a level.
"You take care yourselves."
Zhang Yao lost interest, donned his hat again, and left the main hall on his own.
Everyone watched him depart, seeing his figure disappear into the dark corridor, exchanging glances in silence.
Today’s encounter would likely beco the most unforgettable mory of their lives...
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