The Sun was like blood, shedding down rays of light.
Inside the yard, Ling Xian faintly grinned, "Are you disgusted by me?"
"I don't like weak scholars," the red-clothed woman said calmly. She was full of heroic spirit.
"Very well. If that's the case, then please let me go." Ling Xian smiled warmly.
"Don't even think about it. If I let you go, there will be a second, and a third."
"Instead of letting my father catch more people, why don't I let you stay and ease his mind."
"At the very least, you have to be pleasing to the eye."
The lady in red glared at Ling Xian, "Tomorrow, we will get married."
"Lady, getting married is a big event in one's life. It is a little inappropriate to do it so hastily." Ling Xian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He didn't want to get married to a woman he didn't know.
"It is a fake marriage."
The lady in red spoke softly, "As compensation, I will allow you to make one request."
"Is this a betrothal gift?" Ling Xian shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"You can think of it that way." The lady in red revealed a smile. Her smile was bright and beautiful.
"I want the Art of Creation." Ling Xian softly sighed. He finally understood that only violence could solve this problem.
Therefore, he wanted to cultivate the Art of Creation that could lead him to the breakthrough of the void.
"Another poor person who believes in rumors and overestimates himself." The lady in red glared at Ling Xian, "Instead of wasting your time on rumors, why don't you do something practical?"
"I want to try." Ling Xian faintly grinned. Even Luo Xin Jie said the Art of Creation could lead him to the breakthrough of the void. It was obvious that it was not a rumor.
However, the difficulty was for sure. Even he may not be able to reach the highest realm.
"Do what you want. Someone, go get the Art of Creation."
The lady in red spoke softly. A young girl who was dressed like a servant responded and left.
After some time, she walked into the yard and handed over a yellowed book to Ling Xian.
"Thank you." Ling Xian accepted the Art of Creation, his eyes flashed with anticipation.
"You can stay in the West Room. Remember, don't have any evil thoughts. If you do, I will kill you." The lady in red spoke softly and walked into the East Room, leaving behind only one sentence.
"My name is Lin Ying Mei."
"Miss Lin, don't worry. I won't have any evil thoughts."
Ling Xian softly grinned. Ignoring the fact that he wasn't that kind of person, even if he was, he needed to have the ability.
Lin Ying Mei may not be considered a powerhouse, but she definitely knew martial arts. To the current Ling Xian, she was an undefeatable existence.
Ling Xian limped into the West Room and took out the Art of Cosmic Evolution.
There were no words on it, only nine strange pictures, all of which were little people in strange poses. He was confused and couldn't understand them at all.
"Looks like even the entry level is very difficult." Ling Xian mumbled to himself. He didn't know how to train. All he could do was follow the first diagram and strike the corresponding pose.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain from his Baihui acupoint, which made his head heavy and his feet light. He almost fainted.
At once, Ling Xian returned to normal and the dizziness he felt faded.
"Death acupoint …"
Ling Xian squinted his eyes. He knew that the other eight diagrams also corresponded to the Death Acupuncture Points. In other words, the Art of Creation was to cultivate the Death Acupuncture Points.
If he could achieve great success, he would naturally be able to break through the limits of the human body, but this was almost impossible.
Ling Xian was merely a mortal right now. Even if he was a grandmaster, he would die without a doubt.
"No wonder nobody can reach the highest realm of the Art of Creation." Ling Xian softly sighed and decided to switch to another technique.
He came here to break through to the ninth level, not to create a legend. Of course, his life was the most important.
But right at this moment, something unbelievable happened.
Ling Xian's left wrist lit up. The mysterious symbol materialized and merged with the first four diagrams.
Immediately, the four diagrams became even more mysterious. Compared to the three diagrams Ling Xian encountered on the Planet of the Demons, these four diagrams did not pale in comparison.
"Could it be that the Art of Creation is one of those heavenly techniques?" Ling Xian's eyes brightened. The mysterious symbol once revealed its shocking defensive abilities and helped Soft Mei Yan get rid of the strange force inside her.
To know that the strange force inside Soft Mei Yan's body came from a heavenly technique. Even the Primitive Technique and the Technique of Divine Light could not get rid of it.
Yet the mysterious symbol could. This was enough to prove that it originated from a heavenly technique!
Now that the mysterious symbol and the Art of Creation were merging, Ling Xian began to connect the dots.
Thus, he calmed himself down and once again made the pose shown in the first diagram.
Instantly, his Bai Hui Acupuncture Point lit up, making his head heavy and his legs light.
However, it was bearable.
"My guess was correct." Ling Xian revealed a smile of ecstasy.
For one, he finally figured out where the mysterious symbol came from. For two, he could now cultivate the Art of Creation. At least, he could cultivate the first four diagrams.
"Based on what this world says, I have to cultivate all nine diagrams before I can break through the void."
"But that's an incomplete Art of Creation. After merging with the mysterious symbol, this technique becomes a heavenly technique. Maybe I can break through the void after I finish one."
Ling Xian had a faint smile on his lips. He felt lucky that he came to this world. Or else he wouldn't have been able to solve his doubts and acquire a heavenly technique.
At that moment, he held his breath and calmed his mind to cultivate.
Though he could endure the pain, it wasn't easy to cultivate. Even with Ling Xian's enlightenment abilities, he needed to spend a lot of time.
Ling Xian wasn't in a rush. No matter how long he stayed in this world, only a second passed in the outside world.
Three days later, rays of black energy poured out of his body and dispersed like smoke.
This was a cleansing of his meridians and building a solid foundation.
If the Ling Xian before was an ordinary person, then right now, he had pushed open the door to martial arts. Though he didn't cultivate his spiritual energy, his future was limitless.
"The road ahead is clear." Ling Xian softly grinned. The Art of Creation was aimed at breaking through the void. As long as he continues to cultivate, becoming a powerhouse of the ninth level is just around the corner!
Just then, a crisp voice arose from outside the door.
"Young Master, the Young Lady has invited you over for a chat."
Hearing this, Ling Xian softly sighed, knowing that they were most likely discussing their marriage.
Lin Yingmei said they would be getting married the next day. Now that three days had passed, it was time for them to get married.
"I hope I can convince her to give up on this idea." Ling Xian rubbed his temples and followed the servant into the East Room.
"You seem different from before."
Lin Yingmei's eyes were deep and she felt like Ling Xian had an additional charm that she couldn't explain.
"A scholar who has been away for three days must be looked at in a different light." Ling Xian softly grinned. Though he hasn't cultivated his spiritual energy yet, once he finishes the first painting, he will at least become a powerhouse!
When that happens, he can defeat Lin Yingmei with the flip of his hand.
"You haven't reached the stage where I look at you in a different light." Lin Yingmei glared at Ling Xian, not believing that he would become a powerhouse.
Compared to those who started training at a young age, Ling Xian started too late and it was hard for him to achieve anything.
"Let's wait and see." Ling Xian softly grinned, "Miss Lin, did you call me here to discuss your marriage?"
"Two days ago, I was busy dealing with Minister Wang. I only had time today."
"We might as well get married today and fulfill one of my father's wishes." Lin Yingmei's eyes were dim and she appeared tired.
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