"No need."
Just as Shen Wuming was thinking of a solution, Shen Lang spoke.
"Father, since he is my subordinate, let me deal with him. If you can't even deal with a subordinate, how can you achieve great things in the future?"
"This is a Black Level Peak Martial Technique. Take it."
Shen Lang took out a secret manual from his bosom and sent it into Shen Wuhui's hands with his inner energy.
"What? Did I hear wrongly? It's a Black Level Martial Technique. "
The surrounding crowd instantly exploded and looked at the secret manual in Shen Wuhui's hands.
If not for the fact that this was the Shen Family's mansion, there would have been chaos. After all, if anyone obtained this secret manual, they would definitely soar to the sky. It was even possible to establish a Shen Family.
"Lang 'er, don't." Shen Wuming's expression changed as he stopped him.
Shen Lang didn't say anything and left with the Xuan Ming Elders and Shen Qing.
Shen Wuhui lowered his head and looked at the secret manual. Even with his shrewdness, he couldn't help but become excited.
It was a Black Level Peak Martial Technique, infinitely close to the Earth Level. As for whether Shen Lang was lying to him, he didn't believe it at all. Just like how he answered Shen Lang about the assassin, he disdained to lie.
"Eight Notes of the Heavenly Dragon."
There were four big words engraved on the cover of the secret manual. The strokes were like dragons and snakes, and a psychedelic feeling rushed towards him.
Shen Wuhui circulated his internal energy and suppressed this psychedelic feeling.
"Good, good, good. It is indeed a Black Level Martial Technique. It is indeed extraordinary."
Since things had come to this, Shen Wuming didn't say anything else. He looked deeply at Shen Wuhui and turned to leave.
Shen Wuming was now more and more curious about his son. Not only did his skills suddenly soar, but now there was even an expert submitting to him. What shocked him even more was that he could casually take out a Black Level Martial Technique.
On the way back, Shen Qing was in a daze. If Shen Lang hadn't stopped her, she would have knocked into the wall several times.
"Young Master, that is a Black Level Martial Technique. Why did you give it to him just like that?"
Shen Qing came to her senses and said with heartache.
Shenlang laughed and flicked Shen Qing's little head. Then, he laughed and left.
"What the hell! Why are you being so mysterious? "
Shen Qing rubbed her little head and muttered unhappily. Then, she seemed to have thought of something and happily chased after Shenlang.
…
"Young Master, we two brothers swear to serve you with our lives. If we betray you, may we be struck by lightning!"
As soon as they returned to their room, Elder Xuan and Elder Ming knelt on the ground and swore to Shenlang.
Ding!
"Congratulations to host for completing the 'Loyal and Affectionate' title mission. The reward is 50 kill points."
"Eh? That works too. It's really a case of someone giving you a pillow when you're sleepy. "
"Alright, I can see that the two of you are quite injured. Go and rest." Shenlang waved his hand. He was in a hurry to draw the lottery, so he didn't have time to waste with the Xuan Ming Elders.
"Yes." The two of them respectfully left the room. Shen Qing had already arranged a room for the two of them outside.
With a thought, Shenlang entered the system space.
"How many kill points do I have now?" Shenlang asked excitedly. He couldn't help but be excited. He only needed 20 kill points to get the Xuan Ming Elders. Now, he had about 60 kill points. Who knew what kind of heaven-defying item he would get.
On the outside, he was the cold and heartless young master of the Shen Family. But in the system, he was just a child looking forward to a new toy.
The system said, "You have a total of 59 kill points."
"59 points." Shenlang thought for a while. "That should be enough."
"Let's start the lottery."
As Shenlang's voice landed, the roulette wheel in front of him started to spin slowly.
"Ding! Congratulations to host for drawing three points of Origin Restoration Energy."
"What, what? Three points of Origin Restoration Energy? "
"Damn, are you for real?" Shenlang almost jumped up.
"Host, do you want to learn three points of Origin Restoration Energy?" The system asked mechanically.
"Yes, of course."
Shenlang said without hesitation.
Three points of Origin Restoration Energy was a Heaven Level Beginner Skill. It contained the Sky Frost Fist, Cloud Pushing Palm, and Wind God's Kick. It was the famous skill of Xiong Ba in the World of Wind and Cloud Dominators.
"Oh my god, a Heaven Ranked Cultivation Technique. If others knew that I have a Heaven Ranked Cultivation Technique, I'm afraid that even Emptiness Realm experts would come and snatch it from me." Shen Lang was speechless.
Three points of Origin Restoration Energy was known for its strong inner strength. Three elements, frost, wind, and cloud. The inner strength of the three elements was endless. It circulated endlessly. It was a piece of cake to fight those who were of a higher level.
The realms in the Zhenwu Continent were divided into Houtian, Xiantian, Emptiness Realm, Immortal, and Fragmentation Realm.
Houtian cultivates the essence, Xiantian cultivates the qi, and Emptiness Realm cultivates the spirit.
With three points of Origin Restoration Energy, it was not a problem to reach the Emptiness Realm.
Sitting in the room, Shenlang started to cultivate. Through the system, he directly reached the Perfection Realm. Shenlang didn't need to spend any effort to comprehend the Three points of Origin Restoration Energy. He could just cultivate it step by step.
The Origin Qi of heaven and earth constantly poured into Shenlang's body.
The bottleneck that was originally a little loose was instantly broken because of the influx of Origin Qi.
Boom! A muffled sound came from within his body. Shenlang slowly opened his eyes. A glimmer of light flashed and the whole room seemed to light up.
Houtian eighth stage, the corners of Shen Lang's mouth curved. Although he had only broken through one stage, but because of the special property of the Heaven class power technique, Shen Lang felt that even if he was at the peak of the Houtian realm, he would still be able to defeat him.
… …
The next morning.
Shenlang opened the window and took a deep breath.
Although this world was a world where the strong preyed on the weak, the air was very good and the Origin Qi was abundant. Even a person who didn't practice martial arts would have a much longer lifespan than the people on Earth.
While he was reminiscing, Qing 'er's voice came from outside the room. "Young master, the head of the family invites you to the hall!"
"En! Got it. " Shenlang faintly replied. He casually freshened up, opened the door and followed Qing 'er to the reception hall.
The Shen Family's reception hall was very imposing. From time to time, there were people talking and laughing in the hall, mixed with the voices of women.
He expressionlessly pushed open the door and walked in.
The hall was very spacious. There were not many people, three men and one woman. Shen Wuming sat at the head of the table. On his right side sat two men and a woman. One was middle-aged, one was young, and the other was young.
Shenlang just faintly glanced at the three people. Then he looked straight at Shen Wuming and saluted. "Father."
"Haha, Lang 'er came. Sit down." Seeing Shenlang come, Shen Wuming nodded and said with a smile.
Shenlang turned and walked to the left side of Shen Wuming and sat down quietly.
Looking at Shenlang's indifferent appearance, Shen Wuming shook his head and smiled.
He really couldn't adapt to Shenlang's sudden change in personality. Although Shenlang wasn't cheerful in the past, he would at least act like a spoiled child when he saw him. But now, he couldn't see his smile at all.
Shen Wuming shook his head to interrupt his thoughts. He stretched out his hand and said, "Come! Lang 'er, let me introduce you to these people. "
Shenlang carefully looked at the three people. The middle-aged man among the three was wearing a blue robe with a rusty white cloud pattern. He had a square face and was majestic without being angry. The young man beside the middle-aged man was about 21 or 22 years old. He was wearing a white robe. He had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. He had an elegant temperament and was very charming. At first glance, he must be a young master from a big family.
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