In the outskirts of the Royal Capital of Chu, there was a tranquil bamboo forest. This bamboo forest was situated right next to a mountain peak in the Dark Forest, and was exceptionally tranquil.
Qin Wentian and Lu Feng arrived at this place. They stared at the verdant bamboo forest ahead, filled with an exuberant aura of life.
"We've arrived, but I'm unable to accompany you in." Lu Feng bitterly smiled. "No one would dare to barge into this bamboo forest without permission."
Qin Wentian nodded his head lightly. Carrying Little Rascal in his arms, he took a step forward as he called out, "Junior Qin Wentian pays his respects to Senior Gemyang."
"Come in." From within the bamboo forest, an ethereal voice drifted out. Qin Wentian only saw that the bamboo forest ahead of him actually began to move. Amidst the swaying green bamboo, there was actually a small pathway.
"I'll take my leave first." Lu Feng smiled at Qin Wentian.
"Many thanks." Qin Wentian nodded his head, sending Lu Feng off with his gaze. After which, he himself followed the small pathway and entered the bamboo forest.
This pathway was extremely deep. After walking for some time, Qin Wentian finally saw a simple hut in front of him. It was quiet and peaceful, as though it was isolated from the rest of the world.
"What a wondrous place." Qin Wentian sighed in his heart. After arriving at the hut, he saw Gemyang Hong sitting there, as though he was drawing something. In front of him, there were several scrolls of paintings. The inscriptions on them were extremely peculiar, as though they were all Divine Inscriptions.
"Senior Gemyang." Qin Wentian bowed to show his respect.
"Little brat, you came so quickly. Come over and take a look at this painting." Gemyang Hong spoke to Qin Wentian.
Qin Wentian nodded his head as he sat down on the stool. After which, Gùng Hong retrieved a painting scroll and passed it to him, causing Qin Wentian's countenance to stiffen. The painting scroll that Gùng Hong passed to him was actually in the form of a human.
"Senior, this is?" Qin Wentian asked.
"Naturally, it's a Divine Inscription painting. How long do you need to comprehend it?" Gemyang Hong asked to Qin Wentian.
Qin Wentian furrowed his brows when he heard the other party's words as he stared at the painting.
There seemed to be the figure of a beautiful woman in the painting. The figure pointed her finger forward, and there seemed to be an endless aura gushing out.
"Buzz!" Qin Wentian's mind trembled violently. He put down the scroll, his heart pounding.
"I'm afraid that this painting has already reached the level of a fourth-ranked Divine Inscription. It's impossible for me to comprehend it within a short period of time." Qin Wentian stared at Gŭng Hong as he asked, "Was this inscribed by Senior?"
"I don't have that level of comprehension." Gong Hong shook his head and didn't say anything else.
"How did you inscribe your Divine Inscription paintings?" Gùng Hong asked Qin Wentian.
"In a special state of comprehension, I wanted to infuse my own energy into the Divine Inscription painting, and under a stroke of luck, I was able to inscribe that painting," replied Qin Wentian.
"Infuse your own energy into the painting?" Gŭng Hong stared at Qin Wentian, as a strange light flickered in his calm eyes.
"Yes. Sometimes, I wonder if Divine Inscriptions are a type of innate techniques, and if there are any similarities between the two." Qin Wentian nodded his head. However, his casual words caused Gŭng Hong's body to tremble violently, as great waves rocked his heart. For a moment, he stood there in a daze.
"Divine Inscriptions, innate techniques?"
Gŭng Hong's body started to tremble. Comprehending the painting?
"Innate techniques, innate techniques …" Gŭng Hong seemed to have grasped something, as his eyes stared fixedly at the painting in front of Qin Wentian.
"If this is an innate technique, what kind of innate technique would it be?" Gŭng Hong murmured in a low voice. His entire person seemed to have changed. He who had been quiet all this while, had turned into a daze as he stared at the painting.
Fourth-ranked Divine Inscriptions were countless times more complicated compared to third-ranked Divine Inscriptions. Even Qin Wentian had no way to unravel them. In fact, as long as he immersed his consciousness into the Divine Inscription, he would feel a tyrannical aura gushing towards him.
Only to see Qin Wentian sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. Circulating the Dreamcast Art within his body, he stepped into the dreamscape, and instantly, he appeared on the sandy beach once again.
In front of Qin Wentian, there was still the human-shaped painting he had seen earlier.
"In my dreamscape, let's transform." Qin Wentian's intent fluctuated, as the human-shaped Divine Inscription painting transformed into a humanoid figure that attacked forward.
Currently, Qin Wentian had no way to deduce an innate technique from this painting. However, he could use Dreamcast to cause the Divine Inscription painting to undergo various transformations. After that, he could deduce which of these transformations would be more compatible with the essence of the painting.
After testing out hundreds and thousands of transformations, Qin Wentian discovered that if he treated this Divine Inscription painting as an innate technique, it would contain an endless amount of energy, as though it would never be extinguished. A single attack would have an endless amount of energy.
After exiting the dreamscape, Qin Wentian saw that Gŭng Hong was still in that dazed state. Abruptly, Gŭng Hong seemed to have awoken as he stared at Qin Wentian. "Use the energy you sensed from this Divine Inscription to attack me. Quick."
Gŭng Hong's state caused Qin Wentian to be taken aback. This Divine Inscription painting must be extremely important to him.
As he thought of this, he stood up and stabbed out with his finger. The air trembled as his finger landed on Gŭng Hong's body.
However, Qin Wentian felt as though he had struck an impenetrable wall. There was no way for him to move Gŭng Hong.
"Finger technique, stacking layers of attacks? There's no such innate technique, there's no such thing. "Gŭng Hong's eyes flashed with a hint of struggle.
"Senior, this must be a finger technique. What I've comprehended is only the tip of the iceberg. Maybe it's a spear technique or a sword technique, but within it, there's definitely an endless cycle of growth and multiplication." Qin Wentian spoke.
"Spear technique? Sword technique? Endless amount of energy? " Gŭng Hong sank into deep contemplation. After a long time, he abruptly stepped to the side as he stabbed out with his sword. In front of him, a howl of rage could be heard, capable of destroying everything. The hurricane formed by the sword tore through the air, transforming into a terrifying whirlwind. Swishing sounds rang out as the green bamboos in front of him were directly torn apart.
"Is it this kind of sword technique?" Gŭng Hong stared at Qin Wentian.
"It's highly possible." Qin Wentian felt his heart trembling as he sensed the Sword Intent. Gŭng Hong's strength was truly terrifying.
"Nine Swords of Breath, this is the Nine Swords of Breath." Gŭng Hong was extremely agitated as he glanced at Qin Wentian. After which, Gŭng Hong dashed into his hut.
A moment later, Qin Wentian saw Gŭng Hong taking out another three Divine Inscriptions paintings as he passed them to Qin Wentian. "Quick, help me take a look. Tell me the intent contained within them."
Gŭng Hong himself was an extremely powerful weaponsmith. His attainments in the Dao of Divine Inscriptions were naturally extremely high. However, at this moment, he had completely lost his composure. What kind of painting would cause Gŭng Hong to fall into such a state of frenzy?
"Okay." Qin Wentian nodded his head as he took the second painting.
This painting was still that of a silhouette waving his hand. There was nothing special about it, yet it seemed as though a terrifying energy was contained within it.
Qin Wentian once again entered the dreamscape, trying to find out the various variations of the painting. After which, he tried to converse with Gŭng Hong. However, Gŭng Hong was still unable to find a corresponding innate technique.
"Senior, maybe this innate technique is something you have never cultivated before." Qin Wentian looked at Gŭng Hong as he spoke.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. If it's really as you said, and there's an innate technique hidden within the Divine Inscriptions, I would definitely know about it. I've never cultivated the Nine Swords of Breath before." Gŭng Hong resolutely replied. He followed Qin Wentian's instructions and continuously unleashed over a hundred different innate techniques, destroying a large portion of the bamboo forest in front of him.
"Senior Gŭng knows too many innate techniques. Even if he hasn't cultivated them before, he's still able to imitate the intent contained within. How terrifying."
Qin Wentian's heart trembled. However at this moment, he glanced at the painting again as he mumbled in a low voice, "Maybe, this painting itself is a type of innate technique that contains many variations?"
"What did you say?" Gŭng Hong seemed to have grasped something when he heard Qin Wentian's words.
"Senior, maybe, this innate technique itself contains variations?" Qin Wentian spoke again. Gŭng Hong drew in a deep breath as he took a step forward and stretched out his palms. This time around, he didn't do anything, but the feeling he gave Qin Wentian was that he would be able to unleash all sorts of variations.
"Yes, Senior, I'm very close. This is the feeling I have." Qin Wentian's eyes brightened.
"Formless Innate Technique," Gŭng Hong murmured. He then turned to Qin Wentian, "Let's take a look at the next painting."
Qin Wentian nodded his head. The third painting actually had an extremely beautiful posture, it didn't seem like an innate technique at all. The two of them discussed for a long time as the sky gradually darkened. Yet, there was still no conclusion.
The two of them didn't sleep for the entire night, they were still discussing. Finally, Gŭng Hong used an extremely compatible movement. Although it didn't have any charm to it, and was even extremely awkward, it still caused Qin Wentian's eyes to brighten.
"There's a high possibility that this is it."
"This is the starting stance of a movement technique, it's named the Connecting Steps, and it contains many variations."
Gŭng Hong murmured as he continued, "There's only one more painting left."
Qin Wentian nodded his head as he started to comprehend the last painting. This painting had the silhouette of a man, and he was just standing there. Only his eyes were extraordinary.
Gŭng Hong only glanced at it a few times before he sighed, "I've only understood the first three innate techniques, but I've never cultivated them before. But for the fourth innate technique, I know what it is. It's the Eyes of Death."
As the sound of Gŭng Hong's voice faded, his eyes deepened, causing Qin Wentian's heart to tremble. However, an instant later, Gŭng Hong's eyes returned to normal.
"This is one of the innate techniques I'm most proficient in. As for the Nine Swords of Life, it was her favorite innate technique. As for the Formless Innate Technique and the Connecting Steps, I've also heard of them before. But why did I only understand today? The four paintings contained four types of innate techniques."
Gŭng Hong drew in a deep breath as he stared at the skies.
"Nine Swords of Life, Eyes of Death, Formless Innate Technique, Connecting Steps." Qin Wentian murmured, "Life, death, no, wait, no, it should be, Life, death, interdependent!"
Qin Wentian's words entered Gŭng Hong's ears, yet they were akin to a bolt of lightning, directly blasting into his mind, causing him to stiffen on the spot, as though he had stopped thinking.
At this moment, Qin Wentian felt an oppressive aura. This entire space was so quiet that it was terrifying.
"Interdependent, hahaha, interdependent. Gŭng Hong, you will die a horrible death." Abruptly, Gŭng Hong howled in rage as he coughed out a mouthful of fresh blood. His heart was overwhelmed with anger as he collapsed onto the ground.
His eyes were still wide open, and in those deep eyes of his, there was boundless regret and despair!
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