Although he didn’t quite understand the principle, as the content from the Divine-grade Martial Arts filled into the incomplete parts of the "Step Heaven Song," the quality of the Cultivation Technique jumped from "Miracle Technique" to the level of "Secret Transmission."
According to the classification in the world this book originated from, a Miracle Technique was Sixth Grade, just entering the realm of Middle Martial, while a Secret Transmission was considered Fifth Grade rchandise.
The problem was, the ga "Taiwu Scroll" didn’t have a setting for Skill Promotion, did it?!
"Is it because the version of Taiwu I played has just entered the official release, and this Secret Manual cos from an era after several updates? Or is it that there’s a discrepancy between the illusion and the original design?" Feng Xue, thinking about his Suffocation Blade which only worked on living beings, didn’t dwell on this for too long.
After all, compared to the weakening of the Suffocation Blade, this kind of grade increase was undoubtedly an enhancent.
As he read more and more Divine Skill Secret Books, the quality of Step Heaven Song would also be upgraded. With the addition of those top-level Cultivation Techniques’ concepts, who knows, maybe one day in the future, he could upgrade it to a Divine-grade level?
Although this might take a considerable amount of ti for Feng Xue, who couldn’t even understand the top-grade Secret Manuals, dreams are sothing everyone should have.
Flipping casually to the next page, he looked up at the road; his next destination was still the supermarket, but this ti he was shopping for tracing paper, that is, the semi-transparent kind of paper.
The purpose of buying this was simple—he planned to copy down every Secret Manual that he ca across.
If it were just text, that would be simple enough, but these high-end Secret Manuals often contained many diagrams and ciphers, and with Feng Xue’s poor drawing skills, he could only resort to making rubbings for recording.
However, just as he looked up, a figure was already in front of him. Feng Xue had been aware of this person for a while, but since he was out to create trouble anyway, he didn’t avoid it and simply brushed shoulders with the other person.
And then...
"Hey, bro! Think you’re pretty cool, huh?"
Even though it was filled with various local Columbia slang, the power of the translation tool allowed Feng Xue to easily understand what the other was saying. He brushed off the hand that had landed on his shoulder and frowned:
"Is there sothing you need?"
"Heh heh, nothing much, just that my buddies and I are a bit strapped for cash and wanted to borrow so from you to spend."
The leader in the black outfit displayed a look that had beco all too familiar to Feng Xue these past few days, but this ti, as he spoke, five or six brawny n also ca over and surrounded them.
The differences in physique between races was quite evident. Feng Xue, standing at 1.85 ters tall, was unexpectedly the shortest among these Money Printers in black getups!
"Alright then, how much do you need?" Feng Xue saw business coming his way, casually placed a bookmark in the book, rolled up the scroll of Supre Martial Arts, and asked with his acting skills on point.
"How much? Of course, as much as you have!"
The Money Printer, seemingly unaware of the recent legends of the Ambulance Demon, took a bold step forward and bumped Feng Xue back half a step with his robust pectoral muscles.
"Be thankful my Feminization Filter isn’t handy right now," Feng Xue rolled his eyes and launched a kick that sent the towering Money Printer in black sprawling, then using the mont when the others hadn’t yet reacted, he sidestepped and supported his palms under the chins of two n, sending them into an instant state of concussion.
After swiftly dealing with three opponents in just a second, Feng Xue’s ensuing combat beca much easier. Just as he was finishing up with the group of Money Printers and was about to pull out his phone to call an ambulance, a sense of danger surged through him.
"Tsk..."
Even though he temporarily couldn’t use his assassin label, Feng Xue still chose to trust his instincts. His hands shot back and pulled out a tattered cape from the shadows that seed as deep as the night sky. As the cape wrapped around Feng Xue, his presence beca virtually undetectable.
As he activated this ability, Feng Xue felt as if he had entered another world. His vision turned dim and pale, like a colorless monochro painting. Yet, this power wasn’t about slipping into so exaggerated Shadow Plane, but a simple rging with the shadows.
A large net, launched by soone or sothing, covered the area where Feng Xue had previously been standing, only ensnaring the earlier black-coated Money Printers. By this ti, even with his slow reaction, Feng Xue understood he had been baited into a law enforcent sting, but correspondingly, he also realized that his opportunity had co.
Although the tales of the Ambulance Demon had granted him quite a bit of "Identity," it still wasn’t sufficient for Feng Xue’s daily expenses, especially since he had to return to that particular door to summon back the Sealed Golden Chest.
Given that things had reached the point of baiting for law enforcent, it indicated that those trying to capture him, this Money Printer, realized he did not intend to return imdiately, which conversely might provide him with an opportunity.
With his decision made, Feng Xue moved rapidly through Saint Luotan City. Still, he didn’t forget to buy a whole pack of tracing paper first, then, with a large capacity hiking pack filled with a big "supply" on his back, he followed the directions to the street where he had first arrived due to the crossover.
In reality, since he had been attacked the mont he stepped out previously, he wasn’t familiar with this area and could only vaguely understand his destination through an inexplicable guidance in his mind—that the door he was looking for lay ahead.
This was a street far from busy, where signs of battles could be seen here and there. Even the ground was chewed up with gaping holes—no need to think too hard, those escaped convicts must have already returned here. As for exactly how many ran and how many were still hidden in this city, that remained unknown.
"It’s so quiet around here, not a soul in sight."
Feng Xue knit his brows and slowly erged from the shadows. It wasn’t that he was unwilling to maintain the "Ghost Form," but because the function of the suit was to appear and disappear like a ghost rather than stealth or invisibility or instant movent. He could wrap the cape around his body and disappear or appear like a ghost, but this had to be an active process. It felt a bit like the Substitution Technique in Naruto—allowing one to quickly flee the battlefield or evade attacks, but it was not a long-distance mobility power in itself.
However, this didn’t really matter; as long as he wished, as long as he completed the action of dragging the cape over himself, in less than a second, he could re-enter Ghost Mode.
More than these details, what he was really concerned about was the risk hidden within this short stretch of a few dozen ters.
After all, he wasn’t all-knowing; on a street ant for business, yet completely devoid of people, with every shop shuttered, it’d be strange if there weren’t any ambushes, wouldn’t it?
Reviews
All reviews (0)