socalfunplaces Chapter 63 Divine Sense Shield, Thunder Pattern Iron, Golden Step
Chapter 63 Divine Sense Shield, Thunder Pattern Iron, Golden Step
Chapter 63 Divine Sense Shield, Thunder Pattern Iron, Golden Step
For a period of time afterward, Chen Yi diligently studied the secret techniques of the divine soul.
Because of the possibility of another large-scale mental attack,
He planned to focus his research on techniques for defending the soul.
The fact that the Refining God Technique does not record any related divine sense techniques does not mean that Chen Yi has no way to do so. He has the skill of applying divine sense needles, so he is not unfamiliar with the study of divine sense techniques.
Of course, he didn't intend to do the research on his own, as that would consume a lot of energy.
At midnight, the moonlight was like a gentle rain.
Chen Yi sat cross-legged in the center of the quiet room, a hint of solemnity between his brows.
He held a pill with a faint blue luster in his palm—a mid-grade second-tier Soul Protection Pill. This was a treasure that Qin Cheng had specially prepared to resist attacks from the divine sense. He had given one to Chen Yi beforehand so that Chen Yi could use it to protect his soul when practicing the Divine Refining Technique.
However, Chen Yi did not swallow it directly. Instead, he closed his eyes and concentrated, and his internal system quietly operated. Strands of invisible devouring power wrapped around the pill like tentacles, slowly peeling away its soul-protecting spiritual power characteristics.
The spiritual energy of the elixir gradually dissolved in the palm of the hand, transforming into a cool sensation that seeped into the meridians.
Chen Yi's divine sense spread out like a fine net, capturing the "defense rules" contained in every wisp of medicinal power.
He "saw" the power of the Soul-Protecting Pill forming a pale blue light screen in his sea of consciousness, its structure as fine as a spider web, yet as flexible as water.
The system disassembles and reassembles this characteristic, then feeds it back into the depths of his consciousness.
For seven consecutive days, Chen Yi repeatedly deduced and finally sketched out a phantom shield prototype in the Niwan Palace—this was the foundation of the [Soul Protection Technique].
As his understanding deepened, Chen Yi attempted to mobilize his divine sense and compress it to the ancestral aperture between his eyebrows, in order to autonomously condense that divine sense shield.
At first, the divine consciousness was like scattered sand, difficult to gather, and it would dissipate as soon as it took shape.
Drawing on his experience in controlling [Divine Consciousness Needle], he wove his mental energy like silk threads, layering it on top of each other.
Late on the tenth night, a faint light suddenly flashed in the quiet room.
A semi-transparent divine sense shield hovered in front of Chen Yi's brow. It was only a third the size of a palm, with fine ripples flowing across its surface. It was neither water nor wood.
"It's done."
Chen Yi opened his eyes, his heart calm and unperturbed.
He gently tapped the shield, and a sharp needle of divine sense suddenly materialized from his fingertip.
"Go!" The needle flashed like lightning, piercing fiercely towards the small shield.
"Pop—"
The first strike caused the shield to tremble violently, its ripples becoming disordered but not breaking.
The second strike pierced through with full force, and the shield cracked open with a "crack," then disintegrated into points of light.
Chen Yi analyzed carefully and took notes:
[First, a single-layered shield cannot withstand my full-force needle thrusts... If faced with a stronger spiritual attack, it would likely crumble in a single blow.]
He then tried to mobilize the divine power in his second divine aperture, the Niwan Palace, intending to add a second layer of shield.
However, as soon as the divine consciousness flowed to the second aperture, it was like a clay ox entering the sea—the divine consciousness power within the new aperture was as thin as mist and could not take shape at all.
Chen Yi's forehead was slightly sweaty, and he had no choice but to give up for the time being.
[Second, the linkage of the two acupoints requires a more profound foundation of spiritual consciousness; it can only be attempted after at least the first level of the "Refining Spirit Technique" has been mastered.]
At the very top of the two notebooks, Chen Yi wrote: Soul Path Defense Secret Technique—[Divine Sense Shield]
After successfully comprehending the [Divine Sense Shield], Chen Yi did not waste the Soul Protection Pill whose spirituality had been devoured by the system.
Although the core soul-protecting properties of the elixir have been extracted, the medicinal power that nourishes the soul still remains within it.
He sat cross-legged and swallowed the pill. The medicinal power seeped into his meridians like a trickle, eventually flowing into his ancestral aperture.
At first, the sea of consciousness was calm, but as the effects of the medicine continued, ripples gradually appeared on the calm surface.
Chen Yi closed his eyes and looked inward, feeling his divine sense slowly and steadily rise like the rising tide under the moonlight—the divine sense that originally covered a range of forty-five zhang was gradually expanding outward under the impetus of the medicine.
The divine consciousness within the ancestral aperture became increasingly solid, showing a tendency to condense and coalesce like mist.
The newly opened second divine aperture, Niwan Palace, was also subtly nourished, and the green sprout exuded new vitality, growing slightly larger.
After several hours of refining, the remaining medicinal power of the Soul-Protecting Pill was exhausted.
Chen Yi opened his eyes, a gleam of divine light flashing within them.
He sensed for a moment and found that the range of his divine sense had stabilized at forty-seven zhang, an increase of two zhang compared to before.
This improvement may not seem like much, but it is extremely rare for a Qi Refining cultivator.
Ordinary cultivators, without special opportunities, can only experience a significant increase in their spiritual power when their magical cultivation breaks through.
Chen Yi exhaled a long breath and gently touched his brow with his fingertips.
A small, pale blue shield reappeared, still thin, but slightly more solid than before.
"The defense is barely enough," he muttered to himself.
If it encounters the aftershocks of the divine consciousness array at the bottom of the lake again, this small shield can at least buffer the first wave of impact, buy time for the system to devour the alien divine consciousness, and prevent it from being in such a sorry state again.
Two weeks later, it was another full moon night.
The silver moon hung high, and the lake surface rippled with a deep blue light. The spiritual energy fluctuations of the third-order array arrived as expected.
Chen Yi sat cross-legged in the quiet room, and the [Divine Sense Shield] floating in front of his brow rippled with light.
An invisible ripple suddenly erupted from the cave at the bottom of the lake, and the Soul-Protecting Shield was struck as if by a heavy hammer, cracking open with spiderweb-like fine lines.
Chen Yi frowned slightly, but remained calm.
The system had already unleashed its devouring power the instant the shield shattered, twisting the alien divine consciousness that had penetrated into pure energy, which flowed into the ancestral aperture along the meridians.
As the sea of consciousness surged, it slowly grew like a tide, expanding from forty-seven zhang to forty-eight zhang in size. The green bud in the Niwan Palace, which symbolized the cultivation of the "Refining God Technique," trembled and actually sprouted a new leaf.
The previous attempt to separate the two divine sense needles was already the limit.
At this moment, after absorbing the attacks from several divine sense needles of the divine sense array,
Chen Yifu's understanding of the power of spiritual needles deepened, leading to a more profound comprehension of their application.
He repeatedly refined and solidified the divine sense needle—dispersing it until it became smaller and smaller, yet also more solid.
Like an iron blank that has been hammered and refined a thousand times, all impurities are removed.
A faint blue light gradually appeared at the tip of the needle, as if it could pierce through the barrier of the soul and draw fine ripples in the sea of consciousness.
Such a refined divine sense needle consumes less divine sense power.
The two divine sense needles between Chen Yi's brows condensed one by one.
Then the third needle began to appear. Although it was ethereal and about to dissipate, it gradually solidified and stabilized under the convergence of Chen Yi's divine sense.
After a while, Chen Yi rubbed his slightly stinging brow, a look of joy flashing in his eyes.
"The monthly spiritual tempering can accelerate my cultivation of the [Divine Refinement Technique], and it also significantly improves the condensation of spiritual needles."
He glanced at the distant lake outside the window and thought to himself, "If I could get closer to the core of the cave, I might be able to devour more divine consciousness."
But considering that Zhao Tieshan and other Foundation Establishment cultivators were seriously injured underwater, he suppressed his impulse and instead withdrew the three divine sense needles to nurture them.
"There's no rush. After some time, once my Niwan Palace has been partially opened and I can condense a double divine sense shield, perhaps I can make a preliminary attempt to touch the water."
The monthly spiritual attacks allowed Chen Yi's Refining Spirit Technique to improve at a steady pace.
His divine sense is now only one step away from being completely transformed into mist, and he is just one step away from entering the Foundation Establishment stage.
The Divine Sense Shield is also making steady but slight progress through daily cultivation.
The green bud in the Niwan Palace unfurled its new leaves, and the three divine sense needles, after repeated tempering, were now as easy to use as an extension of their own arms.
Chen Yi has now completely entered the realm of cultivating divine sense.
However, during these two months, because Qin Chengcheng's supply of second-tier demonic beasts had been basically cut off, Chen Yi's body refinement cultivation had almost stagnated.
He felt that he shouldn't forget the fundamental aspect of cultivation—body refinement—while focusing on cultivating his divine sense.
"Does this mean I should really open a restaurant and become the head chef?"
Chen Yi shook his head and muttered to himself.
This was Chen Yi's last choice, and of course he didn't want to.
Leaving aside the benefits he could get for free from the second-tier spiritual vein at the Myriad Sound Pavilion,
The fact that Miaoyin Pavilion could shield him from any danger was enough reason for him to stay there.
"I am not yet capable of facing risks on my own. Lao Hu and Hao Youren's cultivation levels are too low, and they can't withstand the pressure of the Foundation Establishment stage. So we're not considering opening a restaurant for the time being."
"However, improving body refinement doesn't necessarily require using second-tier demonic beasts. Ordinary late-stage first-tier demonic beasts are sufficient to replenish my qi and blood."
As for the progress of the Copper Bone technique, I can improve it by consuming magical artifacts and various spiritual metals from spirit ores.
I currently have over 2000 spirit stones, enough to buy maybe two or three finished high-grade magic artifacts.
But I can choose not to buy finished products; I can buy defective or semi-finished products, or even raw materials.
Actually, Chen Yi's act of directly absorbing Dong Chang'an's magical flying sword last time was somewhat extravagant.
However, firstly, this market area belongs to Dong Chang'an, so Chen Yi cannot easily sell dirty goods.
Secondly, absorbing the Frost Soul Flying Sword greatly enhanced his Frost Bones; a damaged flying sword might not have had the same effect.
However, considering daily cultivation needs, damaged magical artifacts or raw materials are sufficient, as long as the quality reaches at least Tier 1 superior grade. Any lower quality will not significantly affect Chen Yi's copper bone refining progress.
That morning, Chen Yi finally left Miaoyin Pavilion and wandered around the market.
Upon turning around, he was surprised to find that the market had unknowingly expanded several times in size.
On the bustling streets, the spiritual pressure of late-stage Qi Refining cultivators rose and fell.
In a single instant, three Foundation Establishment level pressures swept past simultaneously—the old man in brocade robes who emerged from the teahouse on the left, the masked female cultivator piloting a flying magical artifact on the right, and the sect steward inspecting goods in the distance.
This scene was a stark contrast to the deserted West Street before Chen Yi went into seclusion.
With Huo Sanniang gone, Chen Yi also lost his sources of information. He locked himself in a secret room to cultivate, so he didn't know much about the outside world.
Chen Yi casually strolled around the newly opened shops in the market and found that even the talismans and pills on the stalls were of a much higher quality than before.
After turning three streets and alleys, Hao Youren's private residence, with a wooden sign that reads "Pinmingxuan" (meaning "Tea Tasting Pavilion"), came into view.
"I was wondering why there were magpies calling this morning. Turns out, a rare guest has arrived!"
"Brother Chen, it's rare for you to leave your Women's Kingdom, come and have some tea!" Hao Youren greeted him with a smile.
Chen Yi exchanged polite greetings with clasped hands, and then inquired about the changes in the market.
Hao Youren began to slowly explain the situation.
"A cave dwelling of a Core Formation cultivator from a thousand years ago," "A third-order divine sense protective array," and "The extended spiritual veins are all second-order."
These announcements immediately caused an uproar in the nearby cultivation world.
Although the Jade Dragon Sect guarded the area around the underwater cave and prevented outsiders from entering, they couldn't protect the resources like the spirit veins at the bottom of the cave and the demonic beasts in the lake, nor could they stop cultivators from coming to explore or join the fun.
And so what if you block them from entering? It's not like you're the only one in the world with a Core Formation cultivator.
Which major power hasn't sent spies and elites to investigate?
Once the cave dwelling is truly opened one day, then I'm sorry, whether or not you can enter the cave dwelling will depend on your strength, luck, and opportunity, not on what your Jade Dragon Sect decides.
All of this was secretly orchestrated by Dong Changqing, the newly arrived manager of the market.
This has made the lakeside market more lively than ever before.
As for the large-scale spiritual attacks that occur once a month, those people are not only unafraid, but are even more excited.
The fact that it can launch such a large-scale spiritual attack means that there must be something good in the cave below!
As for the possibility of injury from attacks on the night of a full moon, they had already figured out the pattern.
On the night of the full moon, the cultivators in the market would retreat to the wilderness and forests thirty miles away, where they could almost avoid injury to their spiritual senses.
Hao Youren gave a general overview of the recent situation in the market.
Chen Yi suddenly realized why the market had suddenly become so lively.
With more cultivators arriving and their levels rising, naturally all walks of life prospered.
This is a good thing; murky waters make it easier to catch fish.
Next, Chen Yi asked Hao Youren if he knew anyone who dealt with secondhand, worn-out magical artifacts or spirit ores.
He had just browsed the shops and found that the prices of those selling magical artifacts were extremely high, making it too much of a loss to buy them directly.
As for spirit ores, they are rarely traded on the market. Those mined underwater are sold directly to sects for recycling.
Those that can be traded are a small number of people who do so privately, and only with trustworthy individuals; it has to be done very discreetly.
Hao Youren squinted and looked Chen Yi up and down, asking curiously, "What are you doing? Are you going to clean up the mess? Did Chef Chen bleed?"
Chen Yi shook his head: "Of course not, I'm going to buy some."
"Buy? Why are you buying an old one if you're not buying a new one?"
"I've had some free time lately, so I've been cooking less. I happened to find a book on basic array formations, and I'm thinking of learning a new skill: inscribing arrays on the embryonic form of a magical artifact."
"Why don't you think about collecting some old junk to practice your skills?"
"Brother Chen, have you gone mad?!"
You want to get involved in formations and weapon crafting? Why did you give up being a good cook and start studying weapon crafting?
Do you have no idea how expensive that thing is?
Even if you threw tens of thousands of spirit stones into it, you might not be able to reach the second level.
Even a cultivation family could only cultivate a handful of talents like this!
"Stop doing this! With this money, why don't you buy some pills to improve your cultivation?"
"Hey, I'm just testing the waters. I'm not going to study it in depth. If it works, great; if not, oh well."
I only have a few spirit stones.
"Fine, if you really want to do it, a friend of mine introduced me to some channels, one of which deals with materials for these magical artifacts. However, most of these people collect items of dubious origin, and some are not respectable."
I haven't had much contact with this, so if you go, be careful.
Chen Yi thanked him and indicated that he understood.
Hao Youren gave Chen Yi a bronze plaque with the character "Zhao" written on it.
"Brother Chen, take this token and go to a small workshop on the back street that processes ritual implements, and ask them."
Following Hao Youren's directions, Chen Yi turned left and right, eventually arriving at a small workshop on the back street. A wooden sign on the workshop simply read "Recycling and selling second-hand magical artifacts."
When they got close, Chen Yi changed into the appearance of an ordinary teenager in a secluded spot before entering.
The moment the mottled wooden door was pushed open, a wave of scorching spiritual fire rushed towards them.
A shirtless, burly man was swinging a black iron hammer at a red-hot sword blank. The muscles in his right arm writhed and twisted with each strike, while his left arm hung unnaturally, its blood and energy seemingly empty—it was clearly a prosthetic.
The man turned around.
After Chen Yi met his gaze, his pupils contracted.
This person was none other than Zhao Jingwu, the body cultivator traitor from the Jade Dragon Sect back then.
Isn't this guy causing trouble as a rogue cultivator in the Monster Beast Mountain Range? What's he doing here?
The opponent possessed basic disguise skills and used a breath-concealing technique to conceal their aura.
But that was the concealment technique from three versions before Chen Yi taught him, and it was useless in front of Chen Yi.
Based on the slight fluctuations in his qi and blood, Chen Yi could sense that Zhao Jingwu was powerful, at least at the Bronze Bone Realm, even stronger than himself.
He has a special advantage; he has devoured several second-tier demonic beasts over the years to reach his current level. He only has one arm, and even though he started body tempering earlier, he was still able to cultivate so quickly, which must be due to some great opportunity!
Chen Yi was thinking rapidly, but he didn't show it on his face.
Zhao Jingwu frowned as he looked at Chen Yi, feeling that he looked familiar. Chen Yi's transformed youthful appearance was about 50% similar to when he first met Zhao Jingwu.
He saw the bronze plaque Chen Yi was holding, and his expression became clear:
"Friend, what's up?"
"A friend recommended that I buy some broken or damaged magical artifact blanks or artifacts. I want to use them to practice inscribing arrays on magical artifacts."
"You know the rules, right?" Zhao Jingwu said in a low voice.
"Hmm," Chen Yi mumbled, though he didn't actually know.
"Come with me."
He led Chen Yi to the backyard, where Zhao Jingwu retrieved three storage bags and emptied out a large pile of things.
Chen Yi carefully examined each magical artifact, mainly relying on the system's perception to determine the value of the damaged artifacts.
Finally, three damaged magical artifacts were selected:
The broken spearhead, made primarily of cold iron with a small amount of ice crystals, is a high-grade, first-tier item.
The cracked bronze array plate was crafted from refined copper, containing traces of refined gold and fire crystal; it was also a top-tier first-grade item.
The last item was a broken crimson-patterned short blade, its blade covered in unknown scale patterns. Chen Yi immediately sensed the rich fire essence within it upon handling it.
This was actually crafted from Crimson Flame Iron and the life-bound scales of a rare second-tier demon beast, reaching the level of a top-grade first-tier beast.
These few broken magical artifacts are considered to be in relatively good condition among this pile; they still retain about 70-80% of their original material energy.
However, these magical artifacts were broken, seemingly due to being struck, so Zhao Jingwu probably couldn't easily take action. Recreating them would require a high level of skill in artifact crafting.
Chen Yi guessed that it was very likely that he had interrupted it himself.
The fact that Zhao Jingwu could break a top-grade magic weapon forced Chen Yi to reassess Zhao Jingwu's strength. He was at least at the Great Perfection of the Copper Bone Realm, and perhaps even had touched the edge of the Golden Bone Realm.
Is this guy really that lucky?
Chen Yi examined the fragments of the magical artifact while analyzing them.
The next moment, when he accidentally touched an unnamed black metal fragment, his heart skipped a beat.
In his mind, the system flashed a series of prompts:
[Lightning-patterned spiritual energy detected, currently being absorbed.]
[The host's current body cannot absorb it; absorption failed.]
"Lightning Pattern Spirituality!"
"Failed to devour!"
Could this unremarkable black metal be the legendary Thunder-Patterned Spirit Iron?!
Even after refining his body, Chen Yi still paid attention to some rare materials in the cultivation world.
Thunder-patterned spirit iron is one of them. It is an iron ore tempered by heavenly lightning, commonly found in places with frequent thunderstorms, and is suitable for refining lightning-type magic weapons.
Magic treasures are artifacts in the cultivation world that are a whole level higher than magical tools. Even the lowest level of magic treasures can only be used by those at the Core Formation stage.
Considering his current strength, which is almost at the edge of copper bone, the fact that he still failed to devour it means that this thing is most likely a third-tier lightning-patterned iron.
Chen Yi was shocked; the other party actually possessed such a valuable item, but he remained outwardly calm.
They gathered this piece of black iron together with a few inconspicuous scraps and scraps.
"Fellow Daoist, name your price for these items."
"600 spirit stones."
Zhao Jingwu's gaze was cold and stern. His rough fingers tapped the half-blade-shaped magical artifact that was glowing with fire.
"The blade of this top-grade magic weapon alone is worth a lot of money. If it were intact, it would be worth at least 2000 spirit stones."
Chen Yi shook his head and said, "300. Fellow Daoist, the origin of these broken artifacts is unknown. There are not many people in the market who dare to buy them."
He looked up at Zhao Jingwu and said calmly, "I'm afraid I'm the only one who can make an offer."
A cold glint flashed in Zhao Jingwu's eyes, and he suddenly sneered, "Hmph, at such a young age, who gave you the audacity to speak to me like that?"
Before he finished speaking, his right palm shot out like an iron clamp. There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy, only the power of his physical body. Although he did not use his full strength, the force of this palm was comparable to a casual strike from a body cultivator in the early stage of Foundation Establishment. If Chen Yi were really an ordinary Qi Refining mid-stage cultivator, this strike would be enough to shatter his arm.
"Bang!"
Chen Yi slightly raised his arm, his five fingers gripping Zhao Jingwu's wrist like an iron gate, and a muffled sound like metal clashing against stone erupted where their muscles pressed together.
Zhao Jingwu's pupils contracted as he felt the hardness of the refined iron emanating from the other's palm bone, and he suddenly grinned:
"The Vajra Skill, it really is you."
He withdrew his palm and stepped back, saying meaningfully, "I never thought that the ant who survived by relying on mortal martial arts back then would have actually achieved bone refinement... Well then, since we are like-minded, the 400 spirit stones are yours."
"400 spirit stones, okay."
Chen Yi didn't mind the other party's sudden attack. Since it was a shady deal, testing each other's strength was only natural. This was also why Hao Youren dared not associate with him—he wasn't strong enough.
Even if the other party recognizes him, it doesn't matter. Chen Yi is using a fake identity, and both of them are body cultivators who can't be exposed, so he's not afraid of being told.
Chen Yi lightly tapped the pile of black iron sheets and scraps with his fingertip, his tone indifferent, "Consider these scraps as a bonus."
Zhao Jingwu's gaze swept over the pile of miscellaneous items. The black iron sheets were rusted, and the scraps had little spiritual energy. He couldn't really tell what they were.
He rubbed his rough fingers against his chin and grinned, "Deal."
Chen Yi tossed out a bag of spirit stones, which jingled crisply.
He slowly and methodically put the black iron sheet and a few scraps into his storage bag. His movements seemed casual, but he paused almost imperceptibly when his fingertips touched the jet-black, patterned iron.
After the transaction was finalized, he flipped his hand to reveal the black iron piece, and asked casually, "Fellow Daoist, do you know the origin of this black iron piece?"
Zhao Jingwu stared at Chen Yi for a long time before sighing:
"After several years, I never imagined that the mortal martial artist who could withstand half a punch from me back then has grown to this level."
This thing must be a treasure, I couldn't even tell, and you managed to snag it.
However, the fact that someone managed to snag this bargain is simply due to their poor judgment, but they won't reveal its origin.
Chen Yi remained silent. The person from the other family listened, and it gave him a headache.
Zhao Jingwu, his face cold and handsome, asked, "When you taught me the Concealing Breath Technique, you held it back, didn't you? Why is it that now I can't see through your qi and blood cultivation at all, yet you can see through my secrets at a glance?"
Chen Yi met his gaze, his expression unchanged: "What I taught you back then was indeed everything, but I have recently made further progress in my understanding."
Chen Yi remained calm and unfazed by Zhao Jingwu's close-range burst of power. His strength was roughly equal to Zhao Jingwu's; in a real fight, they might be able to determine a winner, but not a life-or-death situation.
Within this marketplace, neither of them dared to unleash their true physical cultivation power, as that would be tantamount to handing themselves over to the Jade Dragon Sect.
He can even improve? Could it be that this concealment technique wasn't taught to him by someone else, but rather that he figured it out himself?
A glint flashed in Zhao Jingwu's eyes, and he was certain that Chen Yi was also someone with great opportunities.
After thinking about it,
He proposed a new deal:
"Young brother, you can ask about the origin of the black metal fragment, but you'll have to exchange it for the complete contents of your latest Concealing Breath Technique."
Chen Yi chuckled and shook his head.
"Brother Zhao, you're being far too greedy. This is a mid-grade second-tier concealment technique, quite valuable, far beyond what you can exchange for with just a piece of information. It might be more worthwhile if it were some other metal fragments."
"Let's add another physical skill to this family."
"Physical skills?"
"That's right. Cultivators have spells, and we who refine our bodies naturally have physical techniques. Since you also practice the Vajra Technique, which uses golden light to refine your skin, flesh, and bones, then you can also learn this physical technique."
Back then, someone stole half of the Vajra Kung Fu, only the practice methods, not the fighting methods.
Later, by a stroke of luck, the family returned once more and snatched one of the three chapters from the latter half of the Vajra Skill from a true disciple of the Jade Dragon Sect.
Those three chapters include the chapter on movement techniques, the chapter on fighting techniques, and the chapter on healing. The chapter on fighting techniques was the one that someone snatched back.
We can make another deal: you will pass on all your Breath Convergence Techniques to me, and I will pass on the Fighting Techniques to you.
Of course, the prerequisite is that you swear that the Breath Concealment Technique you pass on to me is the complete and accurate version.
Zhao Jingwu offered an explanation.
"it is good."
Chen Yi nodded in agreement, "But you have to swear that you only stole one of the fighting techniques, not all three."
Chen Yi said calmly.
Zhao Jingwu remained silent.
He stared at Chen Yi for a long time before finally sighing, "Fine, you don't have to swear, but if I find out you lied to me again later, I will not forgive you."
Finally, the chatter stopped, and Chen Yi's ears felt much better.
"Then I don't want the fighting style manual, I want the movement style manual."
"make a deal."
Zhao Jingwu handed Chen Yi a physical technique called "Golden Steps".
Chen Yi then transmitted to Zhao Jingwu the second upgraded version of the Breath Concealment Technique, but not the illusion simulation part of the third upgrade; he only transmitted the breath concealment part.
But Chen Yi wasn't exactly lying; all the Concealing Breath Technique he had comprehended so far consisted of these.
The third one has been renamed and is now called "Mimicry Breath Concealment Technique".
The new name that Chen Yi had just thought of in his mind.
He held back a little; it wasn't a complete scam.
If it really comes to a critical moment and he and Zhao Jingwu have to face the enemy at the same time, Chen Yi might have a slightly better chance of escaping.
After all, Zhao Jingwu also possesses fighting techniques and healing skills, so he should be more resilient than Chen Yi.
For example,
If Zhao Jingwu were to enter the lake someday and intend to attack the third-tier underwater cave,
Therefore, with his concealment technique, he might be able to evade the divine sense of human cultivators.
But if you resonate with that old turtle, you might be targeted.
Chen Yi, however, would not.
(End of this chapter)