by Aixia Deyu
What was going on? Could it be that he didn't know that only Sixth Layer Body Tempering disciples could enter?
The Martial Skill Pavilion had a total of three floors. From its appearance, it looked simple and solemn. This kind of important place was naturally guarded by the elders of the Mystical Peak.
"I can finally enter." Han Chen took a deep breath, under the confused gazes of many people, he walked towards the Martial Skill Pavilion.
Just as he was about to step into the doorway, an unfriendly figure stopped him, "Yo, Great Genius Han, why are you here too?"
The person who stopped Han Chen was a young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks and a smug face. Han Chen recognized this person. This person's name was Wu Qi and his strength was at the Sixth Layer of Body Tempering. He used to be unlucky enough to come looking for Han Chen with Huo Gang and the others.
Han Chen glanced at him, but did not bother with him anymore, and started to walk towards his side. However, Wu Qi also followed suit and blocked his path again.
"Hehe, Great Genius Han, you still haven't answered me?"
"Scram." Han Chen spat out two words clearly.
"What did you say?" Wu Qi's expression immediately darkened as he glared fiercely at the other party. "Cold trash, if you have the ability, can you say those two words again? Didn't you get beaten up enough by me a few days ago? "
The conflict between the two had already attracted quite a bit of attention. A few busybodies came to watch.
Han Chen wasn't scared, he looked straight at his opponent, his throat moving up and down as he said a simple word, "Scram!"
Hiss! Quite a number of people let out a soft hiss. Just what was going on? The trash that was normally a bystander had become so sharp today? Some of the disciples, who were eager to stir up trouble, started to laugh and fan the flames.
"Haha, Wu Qi, you can't do it!" Even the cold trash dares to talk to you like that. "
"Yeah, you are too embarrassing. You might as well just listen to him! "
"Hurry up and get out of the way! "Haha."
"All of you." Wu Qi's face became uglier and uglier. Feeling that his face had been swept away, he glared at Han Chen and bellowed, "Trash, I'm afraid your bones are itchy. If you can take three of my moves, I'll immediately get out of your way. "
"If you can take one of my blows, I'll turn around and leave."
Crash! * Han Chen's words caused an uproar in the entire audience. All of their faces revealed looks of contempt and disdain, and the mockery on their faces became even more intense.
"Haha, I didn't hear wrong, right? These are the words that the cold trash said. "
"Wu Qi, give him some color."
"Hur hur." Wu Qi also laughed from his extreme anger. With a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes, he raised his fist and punched towards Han Chen's face. I would like to see how a trash like you will make me scram! Just lie down! "
Wu Qi's punch was extremely fast and carried a sharp wind. Many people in the crowd nodded in agreement. With this punch, he could probably knock a tiger down to the ground.
When everyone thought that Han Chen was going to suffer the pain again, they only saw him clenching his fists calmly, with the martial spirit in his body gathering at his fist point.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Their fists struck each other with a loud sound.
Ka-cha! * The crisp sound of bones breaking pierced everyone's eardrums. Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, Wu Qi's body flew backward without any warning. His expression changed from vicious to pained to incredulous.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" My hand, my hand is broken. "
Bang! Wu Qi fell heavily at the entrance of the Martial Skill Pavilion, almost crashing through the windows. As for his left hand, it was holding onto his right hand. It was trembling uncontrollably and protruding outwards, appearing as if it was fractured.
"My hand, quickly take me to see Ninth Elder, my hand."
Hearing Wu Qi's pig-slaughtering howl, everyone slowly came to their senses. The scene before their eyes was too unbelievable. Wu Qi, who was at the sixth level of Body Tempering, truly could not withstand a single move from Han Chen. If that was the case, then wouldn't the former be even more useless?
The surrounding atmosphere fell into silence.
Han Chen turned around, and his eyes coldly stared at a young man with ordinary features. Was it you who called "Frost Trash" just now? "
"Me?" The man's expression changed. When he saw that cold gaze, he could not help but shiver.
"If I'm a trash, then who are you?" After Han Chen finished speaking calmly, he did not bother with Wu Qi and the others anymore and walked into the Martial Skill Pavilion.
The crowd standing at the door looked at each other in dismay. Their gazes shifted between the ordinary-looking man and Wu Qi, who was sitting on the ground. At this moment, they also experienced the feeling of humiliation.
Those who kill will always be killed! Those who disgrace others will be disgraced!
Entering the Martial Arts Pavilion, Han Chen threw the sounds of discussions outside to the back of his mind. He was only here to look for a martial skill, he did not want to cause any trouble.
The Martial Skill Pavilion took uuge amount of space. On one counter after another, there were all sorts of Martial Skill Scrolls. The scattered disciples all picked their own techniques. Han Chen, who was here for the first time, was actually at a loss as to where to start.
He knew the rules of the Martial Skill Pavilion. In the third floor of the pavilion, outer disciples could only stay on the first floor and the second floor. As for the third floor, it walace where the Elders who looked after the pavilion trained in it and normal people were not allowed to enter.
All martial skills were not allowed to be taken out. Only copies can be copied. Even though there was no one around the Martial Skill Pavilion, the elder that guarded it was hiding in the dark. Whoever dared to violate the rules of this place, if they were caught, the consequences would be dire.
Instead of stopping, Han Chen started to look for a suitable martial skill for himself. Looking at the names one by one, the names of the various cultivation techniques dazzled his eyes.
"Raging Lion's Rampage!" Han Chen shook his head, power was the main factor, it felt that it was not suitable.
"Thousand Transformation Ghost Hand?"
Han Chen took the martial skill scroll and roughly read the introduction. This Thousand Transformation Ghost Hands was neither an offensive martial skill nor a defensive cultivation technique. On the contrary, it was likechnique used to perform in the martial arts world.
This kind of cultivation technique was simply useless, it couldn't even be called a martial skill! Most people would just pick it up and flip through a few times before putting it back. However, Han Chen seemed to have a soft spot for the "Thousand Transformation Ghost Hands".
"Since it is placed here, it must have its value."
Han Chen nodded his head, and then took out the brush and ink he had prepared earlier and the blank paper. He copied out the secrets of the Thousand Transformation Ghost Hand cultivation technique.
After reading it, Han Chen began to look for an offensive martial skill. It was hard to tell if it was because of his high standards, or because of some sort of situation. From the first floor to the second floor, Zhang Xuan walked past several bookshelves, but he wasn't able to find a single bookshelf that he liked.
"If there's no more, I guess I can only choose Raging Lion's Gale."
Han Chen rubbed his eyes that were a little sore, and when he reached the last shelf, he caught a glimpse of a black cover book from the corner of his eyes.
"This is?" Han Chen raised his eyelids, and the black book lay quietly in the most remote corner. It was covered in a thick layer of dust, indicating that no one had moved it in a long time. Han Chen gently picked it up and blew at it. Immediately, dust f
lew everywhere and a line of indistinct words appeared.
"Boundless Phantom!"
"What a sharp name!" Han Chen's interest was piqued. Flipping it open, he realized that it was a sword art. His eyes immediately lit up and he had the urge to cultivate.
"You have your eyes on this battle technique?"
The indifferent voice had a hint of hoarseness to it that had experienced many years. Han Chen raised his head to look, and saw a wrinkled old man with turbid eyes looking at him in surprise.
Chapter 6 - Boundless Phantom
"Disciple Han Chen greets Elder Song He!"
Seeing the old man who suddenly appeared, Han Chen was shocked, he immediately cupped his fists and bowed. Although he had never met the other party, he knew that there was only one elder named Song He who cultivated in the Martial Skill Pavilion.
"No need to be so polite." Song He waved his hand slightly, some surprise gushed out of his cloudy eyes. "You're Han Chen?"
"Yes, disciple is Han Chen!"
"Body Tempering Seventh Layer huh?" It doesn't seem to be the same as the rumors. " Song He softly muttered.
Han Chen lowered his head slightly, and did not say much. How could he consecutively leap three levels in such a short period of time? That was a secret related to his life.
Song He was merely a little shocked. He pointed at the small black book in the other party's hand and said, "You want to learn this sword skill?"
"Yes." Han Chen answered honestly, "Clan Elder, do you have any problems with this Limitless Phantom?"
"Problem?" It should be! This sword skill was rather special. It emphasized on doing as one pleased and not acting according to common sense. "Training is extremely difficult."
Han Chen frowned, and asked: "Has anyone practiced it before?"
"I think there are more than 100 people who have practiced it!" I can't remember exactly. There are only a few people who succeeded in their training, but the might of their training is inferior to Raging Lion's. "
"So that's how it is." Han Chen suddenly realised, no wonder there was suchick layer of dust on top of it. The difficulty of training and the lack of power were such that not many people would choose to cultivate it.
But at the same time, Han Chen was puzzled, if this sword skill was not cultivated, then why was it placed here? Fill number? Of course not. The Mystical Peak was huge, with tens of thousands of powerful martial skills, one more, one less, it did not matter.
Seemingly seeing through Han Chen's confusion, Song He said, "The reason this Phantom Shadow was placed here, was because it was created by Elder Mo Hen back then."
"Elder Mo Hen? the youngest elder of Mystical Peak? " Han Chen blurted out.
Speaking of Mo Hen, he was truly a legendary figure in the Mystical Peak. After entering the Mystical Peak at the age of ten, he stood out from the countless outer sect disciples at the age of fifteen and became the youngest inner sect disciple.
This did not stop him from advancing into the legendary realm. Mo Hen swiftly grew up, relying on his outstanding aptitude and diligence. He had revealed his strength and became the leader of the inner sect disciples. In the end, he continued to contribute to his sect, and finally broke the record of the youngest Elder.
However, the envy of the heavens against talented people, was when Mo Hen was in high spirits and when he was young. During a mission down the mountain, he accidentally died. The entire Mystical Peak was grieving for him, but he etched his glorious deeds into everyone's hearts.
"That's right!" He sighed lightly and continued, "This Phantom Shadow was created by Mo Hen, so no matter what problems the sword skill itself has, it is impossible to throw it away."
Han Chen held the black booklet with both hands and pursed his lips. Then, with a determined look in his eyes, he said, "I'm just going to practice it."
"Oh? You really want to choose Limitless Phantom Shadow? "
"En!" Han Chen nodded his head, and then took out a brush and ink, as well as a blank piece of paper, and started to read the cultivation technique manuals seriously.
Pine Crane's wrinkled face trembled slightly. He had noticed Han Chen since the moment he had entered the Martial Skill Pavilion. The two cultivation techniques he had chosen, "Thousand Transformation Ghost Hands" and "Everlasting Phantom", were things that ordinary people did not wish to learn. The disciple that people called "trash" in front of him was truly a little hard to figure out.
However, from Song He's perspective, Han Chen would come back to change his cultivation technique sooner or later.
Several days passed and Han Chen's residence was in a remote courtyard.
Under the moonlight, the half-naked youth was dripping with sweat. He held an ordinary iron sword in his hand and was dancing with a strange sword technique. The reason why swordplay was called strange was because of that. The reason for that was because the coherence of his moves were too poor.
The previous move was obviously to attack the opponent's lower body. However, the next move was turned into the upper half of the body. One second it was clearly slanted to the left, and the next it was to the right. Even a seven or eight year old child would think that this sword art did not match words.
In the quiet night, only Han Chen's "Hehehe" sound could be heard, but slowly, even he himself felt that something was wrong.
"Phantom Sword Slash into the Sky!"
Han Chen held the long sword in his hand, and slashed horizontally at a metal plate in front of him. The sharp blade made a whistling sound in the air. "Chi!" An ear-piercing sound rang out. The long sword was about half an inch into the metal plate.
"Why is this lousy sword technique only this powerful?" Han Chen looked at his performance in the past few days with a worried expression. It was simply too unbearable, even an ordinary attack would be better than this.
Elder Song He had not deceived him. This sword skill truly did have a great problem.
Han Chen laid on the ground gloomily, not caring if the ground was dirty or not, with both of his hands behind his head, he looked up at the sky filled with stars. The Milky Way was bright and dazzling. Han Chen felt like a lonely star that had been forgotten, dim and lifeless.
These few days of intense training had tired him out physically and mentally. Unknowingly, a drowsy feeling overcame him and he closed his eyes.
Dreams, especially real dreams!
Han Chen realized that he was standing on a golden picture scroll. The diagram depicted humans, beasts, and all sorts of monsters. A winged man, a lion-headed eagle, and so on.
"Isn't that the The Supreme Divine Diagram?" Han Chen looked at the Divine Diagram beneath his feet in astonishment. Right now, he was like an ant crawling on the carpet.
Then, Han Chen suddenly realised something, and saw a black shadow standing not far away from him. It was impossible to see his appearance and appearance, but from the contours of it, he looked somewhat similar to himself.
"Who are you?" Han Chen asked.
The black shadow did not reply, and a sword-like shadow appeared in his hand. Then, it started to dance in front of Han Chen.
"This is?" Han Chen was obviously stunned, what exactly was going on? What shocked him even more was that the sword technique his opponent had used was' Boundless Phantom '.
In the past few days, Han Chen had been tormented by this sword technique, he was unable to practice it no matter how hard he tried. However, the black figure in front of him had unleashed a sword move that caused Han Chen to open his eyes wide in shock.
The moves were orderly and unbroken, likorrential river, sword strike after sword, one strike after another. It did not look as stiff as what Han Chen said.
"I understand. So that's how it is." Han Chen's face was overflowing with excitement. He finally understood what it meant to be as casual as he liked. It turned out that this Phantom martial skill did not have any specific methods.
The more he trained, the faster the black shadow moved. Han Chen stared in
tently, not even willing to blink once. He could even feel the air around him start to tremble.
"I understand it all, haha."
Han Chen jumped up excitedly, his body suddenly shivered, and his eyelids suddenly opened. Only then did he realize that he was lying in the courtyard. The sun had already risen outside. Han Chen immediately recalled the contents that he had comprehended from the dream. What made him happy was that all of them were memorized by his mind.
"It must be the The Supreme Divine Diagram's credit again!"
To think that the The Supreme Divine Diagram he had stumbled upon would give him so many surprises in succession, Han Chen was extremely happy. At the same time, he was even more determined to not leak this information to anyone.
Following that, Han Chen ran to the foot of the mountain to take a bath aemote lake. Then he began his training again. After what had happened to him during this period of time, he understood that only strength could explain everything.
In the lush and verdant forest, a nimble figure was moving back and forth between the trees.
Hiss! A cold light flashed, and a poisonous snake that was coiled around a tree was hacked into two. Then, like a broken rubber band, it fell onto the ground made of fallen leaves.
Swoosh! Then, a figure holding an iron sword steadily landed on the ground. Looking at the two segments of the snake torso on the ground, Han Chen's mouth formed a faint smile.
"I'm sorry, it was you who ambushed me first."
He raised his head and looked around, he was already at the edge of the mountain behind the Mystical Peak. In this vast back mountain, there were many types of poisonous creatures and ferocious beasts. In the inner regions, there were even magical beasts.
The monster cores in a magical beast's body was a good thing. The Magic Core contained the purest source of power for magical beasts. Although humans couldn't absorb it directly. However, it could be embedded into a weapon to increase its lethality. It could also be used as a material for refining pills, etc. Its role is very broad.
Aesult, many disciples liked to come to the back of the mountain in groups to hunt for magical beasts and obtain their crystal cores.
