113: Chapter 112: What, your disciple?
That’s my disciple!
(Request) 113: Chapter 112: What, your disciple?
That’s my disciple!
(Request) Zhang San imdiately executed the Ghost Summoning thod to suppress Xu.
However, Zhang San discovered that, although he had an effect on the wronged souls within Xu, the result was far less effective than before.
Because Xu didn’t fall down as he used to under the suppression, but could instead grit his teeth and stand up, even walking towards him.
“Young man…
thank you for bringing back the secret technique, which allowed Xu to refine away those wronged souls with guilt deliberately segnted outside, now I have beco even stronger due to the reduced guilt!
Can you still handle now?”
Before the words were finished, Xu threw a punch with his hand.
Zhang San sensed trouble and imdiately wrapped himself in a whirlwind using the Wind Technique.
Whoosh—
Bang!
Zhang San was sent flying out from the kitchen door, crashing heavily into the neighboring courtyard, even nearly shattering the sound barrier erected by Ma using woodcraft making.
Ma and Pharaoh quickly helped Zhang San, who was lying on the ground vomiting blood, back to his feet.
Zhang San waved his hand, indicating he was alright.
Pharaoh looked up and saw that the person opposite him had lost control again.
Zhang San was right beside him, giving him an opportunity to demonstrate his abilities.
“Subdue!”
As soon as Pharaoh uttered the word, unseen powers followed, and Xu, who hadn’t even seen Pharaoh, was pressed to kneel on one knee by an invisible force.
The wronged souls within Xu also dispersed with this word.
At this mont, Zhang San, having suppressed his internal injuries, imdiately expressed his gratitude to Pharaoh.
“Think nothing of it, it was rely a trifling effort.”
Pharaoh, seeing the very polite Zhang San, liked him even more.
“We are fated, if you have ti, we can continue discussing techniques.
I am very interested in your understanding of techniques.”
Zhang San was a bit confused.
He clearly rembered that last night, this old man had turned away in anger, seemingly eager to find a nearby County Magistrate to report him imdiately.
Yet today, his attitude had beco so amiable.
Do all these old n have so kind of issue?
Zhang San didn’t understand, but he was greatly shocked.
That night, Zhang San dread of an old man with a faint scent of ink on his body, who taught him the Wood Seal Technique.
Upon waking up, Zhang San suddenly realized that the Wood Seal Technique contained not only the concept of woodcraft making and the mysteries of the Wood Series Spell but also involved the utilization of the Power of Wood Movent.
Probably, the reason why the Wooden Seal is categorized separately from the magical treasures is that all Wooden Seals have the Power of Wood Movent at their core.
This also greatly deepened Zhang San’s understanding of the Power of Wood Movent.
Previously, while Zhang San was in the Ghost Domain, he began cultivating the Power of Yin Wood.
After coming out, he practiced the Power of Yang Wood.
He didn’t fully understand how to control these two powers yet.
But through learning the Wooden Seal Technique, it had deepened his understanding of both Yin and Yang aspects of the Power of Wood Movent.
Thus, Zhang San quickly washed up and ran up to the rooftop, facing the rising sun, he began to gather his Power of the Five Elents.
Although the Tyrant Body Three Pills Technique would operate automatically, it always followed a set pattern.
But now, under his guidance, the Qi originally used to enrich and strengthen the True Core had gradually transford into the Power of Yang Wood and the Power of Yin Wood.
Next door, Ma and Pharaoh ca out of the house and saw Zhang San, who had been diligently cultivating since early morning.
At this mont, although Zhang San could not see anything special around himself, in Ma’s eyes, the morning glow around Zhang San was shimring.
Clearly, he was using the Power of the Sun to aid his cultivation of the Power of Yang Wood.
At the sa ti, it was not just the Power of Yang Wood that was being cultivated; Ma discovered that Zhang San was also cultivating the Power of Yin Wood simultaneously.
Yin and Yang, flowing into Zhang San’s body in an extrely harmonious manner, gathered around the True Core, forming a mysterious cycle.
Continuously thriving.
“Pharaoh, you see it too; this kid is cultivating both the Power of Yang Wood and the Power of Yin Wood in the True Core Realm.”
Pharaoh was quite shocked.
“As far as I know, almost all cultivators in the True Core Realm first cultivate the Power of Yang Wood, aiming to reach the perfect state of the Five Emperors’ Proper Position as soon as possible.
Only when they reach the Spiritual Platform Realm, before the True Core blossoms, do they slowly make up for the Power of the Yin Five Elents.”
“So even give up the Power of the Yin Five Elents entirely, relying solely on the Power of the Yang Five Elents to continue.”
“How could he start with such a solid foundation!
This doesn’t seem like sothing an Apprentice Warrior from the Town Martial Office could accomplish!”
As Pharaoh spoke, there was even a hint of joy in his tone.
Ma knew that Pharaoh must have instructed soone to investigate Zhang San’s information.
Damn it, that old coot has beaten to it again.
“However, nowadays, cultivators are impetuous, prioritizing practicality.
After all, once the realm is elevated, it can intimidate quite a few people; as for the foundation, it can be slowly made up later.”
Ma explained to Pharaoh.
But he was t with a sigh from Pharaoh.
“Every realm holds its mysteries.
Without perfecting oneself to the known limits in the current realm, how can one excel in the future’s grand paths and compete with the best?”
Saying this, Pharaoh’s gaze towards Zhang San in the morning light softened a great deal.
“Emphasizing the foundation, solidifying the roots.
Indeed, he is a child who values the grassroots.”
“Having such talent is a great fortune for the country!”
Hearing Pharaoh’s praise, Ma frowned and looked disdainfully at Pharaoh, thinking to himself: Is this man mad?
The kid is just solidifying his foundation through cultivation, and what are you talking about?
“Pharaoh, I think you should give it up, this kid is destined to be my disciple.”
“Stop joking, your disciple?
He hasn’t even formally beco a disciple yet.
He’s going to be my disciple!”
“What ‘your disciple’?
Earlier you were accusing him of spouting nonsense, and now he’s suddenly beco your disciple?
When did you join the Demon Sect, and why don’t I know about it?”
After a round of verbal sparring between the two old n, seeing Zhang San finishing his cultivation on the rooftop, they both shut up and even showed amiable smiles on their faces.
Zhang San stood up on the rooftop, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and felt two forces of Wood Movent continuously swirling near his True Core, not only preventing any deviation in his True Core but even compressing it to so extent.
Zhang San knew, what is condensed is the essence.
He estimated that once he had cultivated all the Powers of the Five Elents, his True Core would surely undergo transformative changes.
Just then, Zhang San noticed that the two old n in the neighboring courtyard were watching him, their faces showing smiles that should not be directed towards soone of his gender.
Zhang San bowed respectfully to the two elders.
“Zhang San, co here, your teacher has sothing to tell you.”
Although Zhang San felt sowhat inexplicably nervous, he still smiled and jumped into the neighboring courtyard.
It’s broad daylight; there should be no problem.
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