High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily Chapter 14 - 13: Past Events, Stories, and Cultivation Matte

No matter which of the two stories is true.

Chen Kuang knew that this Dragon’s Gums was indeed a sword!

The experts by Emperor Liang’s side weren’t shooting aimlessly; they genuinely sensed danger.

If Chen Kuang had intended, the mont the first sound of the zither rang, Emperor Liang’s neck would have been severed on the spot!

This wasn’t a sound kill.

This zither was a thorough and complete sword!

A conceptual sword that could kill with just a thought!

That’s why for thousands of years, no one has been able to play it, and no one is its confidant anymore.

But this matter, in this world, perhaps only Chen Kuang and the musician who bought him and taught him the zither know about it.

And Chen Kuang managed to exploit this "bug" to acquire a weapon that would never be discovered, under the identity of a prisoner.

This would be his greatest reliance from then on.

"But speaking of which... who on earth was that musician?"

A huge question arose in Chen Kuang’s mind.

After the musician bought him, he didn’t actually raise him, not even telling him his na, only letting him call him "teacher."

Because the musician himself was so poor that he could only wander everywhere, performing art on the streets, often not having enough to eat, and even relied on little Chen Kuang to pretend to beg for food.

About three years later, the musician sold him to an instructor at Taichang Temple as an apprentice, patted his own buttocks, and left.

But just those three years of teaching took Chen Kuang’s musical skills to an astonishing level.

However, after that incident, Chen Kuang settled down, only doing what was expected of him, never overstepping.

"Forget it, if a person like this wanted to be famous, they would have been famous already."

"After all these years, it’s not like I haven’t searched, but there’s still no news at all, which ans he intended to hide his existence, thinking more is useless."

Chen Kuang shook his head.

He closed his eyes, starting to attempt imprinting the Mud Golden Sculpting Technique into his mind.

This body refining cultivation technique is almost lacking in thresholds and requirents, but its content is extrely formidable.

The main exercise thod of the Mud Golden Sculpting Technique is ditating in a specific seated cross-legged posture, combined with breathing techniques, transporting the blood and qi throughout the body to temper it.

The postures are divided into eight phases of manifestation, which are —

"Descent of Tushita Heaven," "White Lotus Birth," "Two Dragons Bathing the Buddha," "Moon Robe," "Vajra Bodhi," "Supre Dao Fruit," "Sambhogakaya," "Nirvana Extinction."

Acquiring each phase represents a realm of the cultivation technique.

The first phase, nad "Descent of Tushita Heaven," appears very simple, basically a relaxed cross-legged sitting posture.

However, controlling the blood and qi flow and every inch of muscle requires exquisite precision, and without the experience taught by Huo Hengxuan, it would take at least three years to get started.

"Truly sorry for General Huo, perhaps my talent is indeed too lacking."

"Otherwise, why not try teaching that more sinister and powerful Grass Cutting Swordsmanship?"

Chen Kuang sowhat helplessly tugged at the corner of his mouth.

From the na to the content of this cultivation technique, Chen Kuang felt it ought to be an authentic thod of Buddhist Sect training.

However, for a legendary figure like Huo Hengxuan, his experiences must have been extraordinary, knowing a bit about Buddhism is also very normal.

This cultivation technique is indeed powerful too.

The eight images are derived from the Buddha’s enlightennt process, truly a secret not passed down by the Buddhist Sect!

But clearly, Huo Hengxuan as the God of Slaughter, General, was more proficient and more renowned for his swordsmanship.

He was originally prepared to risk everything and impart all his lifeti learning.

In the end, realizing Chen Kuang’s talent was lacking, he had to switch to sothing simpler.

It was almost like slamming the brakes in a sprint at the crucial mont.

Quite the test of technique.

Chen Kuang was also helpless, but at this point, he had no choice in the matter.

After all, these things are like mathematics; if you can’t, you just can’t.

Moreover, he’s a world-traveler.

Sotis this isn’t necessarily a good thing.

He tried hard to understand the principles, but his mind kept popping up with thoughts like "this isn’t scientific," "how can humans accomplish this," "are these spiritual qi perhaps controllable nanobots"...

Such strange ideas and thoughts.

Being distracted, Chen Kuang felt sothing was off everywhere and couldn’t calm down at all...

Besides him, Huo Hengxuan seed to sense sothing, turned his head to glance.

Seeing Chen Kuang in a completely wrong, crooked posture, his face, usually devoid of expression, was suddenly lined with a few black stripes.

Huo Hengxuan took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.

Like a sigh.

The old man turned his head away. Luckily, he didn’t intend to place all his hopes on this person.

With a sowhat hunched figure, Huo Hengxuan stuffed the last bit of stead bun into his mouth, slowly chewing and chewing.

"Crack."

A small sound seed to have originated from Huo Hengxuan’s mouth, between his teeth.

Without changing his expression, he moved his tongue, extracting a fine thread from the food residue and swallowing it down.

His face, always cynical, finally showed a hint of subtle smile.

This thread was not a silk thread, but a golden needle made by binding and intertwining thousands of fine golden fibers, flexible and firm.

Of course... most importantly, it could trace along the ridians into the dantian and then disperse, unlocking the restrictions on Huo Hengxuan.

But there was only one chance.

It must be foolproof.

Previously, Huo Hengxuan had remarked that the face he recognized had already appeared as a prison guard tonight.

That person was once his subordinate, also a planted spy.

Long ago, this spy had already been planted in Great Zhou.

And now, it was ti for him to take action.

If not for Chen Kuang, Huo Hengxuan would have also found ways to replace a batch of prison guards, allowing this person to be inserted in.

But he couldn’t do it like Chen Kuang, who had directly replaced everyone...

Honestly, Huo Hengxuan was a bit shocked.

If it had been a few years earlier and this person had undergone so training in the army, who knows...

Huo Hengxuan shook his head, never mind, this person had his own prospects.

Coming to the army might have ant an early death, bad luck instead.

Only a few seconds into his lancholy mood.

Huo Hengxuan saw Chen Kuang still sitting there, futilely pondering, and couldn’t help but speak up:

"If you want to defecate, just do it on the ground, no need to pretend with ’hng hng’ cow calls!"

Chen Kuang’s face turned dark:

"You old thing, why did you insult people?!"

Chen Kuang was greatly angered.

Is it my fault that my talent is lacking?

Can’t you, old man, teach a simpler cultivation technique?

Huo Hengxuan pointed to the little garbage bucket: "Even if I teach this little girl so math problems, it should be learned in three taels of ti!"

The little garbage bucket blinked innocently.

Chen Kuang fell silent.

Huo Hengxuan snorted, his eyes, however, could not hide the disappointnt.

Chen Kuang thought about trying again.

But while thinking, he suddenly saw a flash before his eyes.

[You received guidance from Huo Hengxuan, learned "Grass Cutting Song · Withering and Flourishing Edition," "Mud Golden Sculpting Technique," and gained the passive skill "Martial Arts Genius": You are a martial arts genius rarely seen in a thousand years, with unique bones and accessible ridians, mastering any martial arts at a touch.]

The status bar updated!

Chen Kuang only felt like a thunderous explosion in his mind, cleaving through all obstacles of confusion.

He suddenly felt that his previously sluggish blood and qi flowed like a flood suddenly, washing over every inch of muscle and bone, the textual experiences in his mind instantly digesting and integrating into his instincts.

Chen Kuang adjusted his body, and soon, every detail of the cultivation technique fit perfectly, a profound and mysterious feeling arose from his heart.

The blood and qi, guided by spiritual qi, began to roar, hamring and tempering his body.

At the sa ti, a tingling sensation, like soaking in a mother’s amniotic fluid, erged.

The first aspect, Descent of Tushita Heaven!

Chen Kuang raised an eyebrow.

Who said that if you can’t, you just can’t?

I’m not trying anymore.

Deep Blue...no, status bar, open the cheats for !

A few monts later, Huo Hengxuan also sensed sothing was off, turned his head abruptly, only to see Chen Kuang with closed eyes and lowered lashes, golden light seeming to flash within, bearing a sowhat solemn air, his eyes widened suddenly.

This boy, was he intentionally ssing with him just now?