"Another one died."
"Tsk tsk, he seems to be in Life and Death Realm. It's no wonder why he's so weak."
There was a small town at the foot of Mount Song near Guanlin Temple. There were very few people there. There were only a few people with pale faces sitting cross-legged and chatting with each other. When they noticed that a new person had appeared in Guanlin Temple, they looked surprised. Then, they looked away and lost interest.
Happy ignored the people outside Guanlin Temple. He ate a Small Reversion Pill and circulated his true qi on his own. While he suppressed and healed his internal injuries, he walked out of the town without stopping.
"Huh?"
The players who were revived in Guanlin Temple always had pale faces and were dispirited and angry. They would first sit cross-legged to recover their qi and qi before anything else. There were not many people like Happy who ate a Small Reversion Pill that was worth ten thousand taels of silver the moment he came out.
When he attacked, he gave off a domineering air that came crashing at them.
"He's a rich boy."
"Hey, friend, please wait," one of them called out to Happy.
Happy turned his head around and cast them a glance. He frowned slightly, but he did not feel any disgust, because the person who called out to him was clearly a Shaolin Temple disciple.
"Is something the matter?"
"Urk, no. Friend, when you came out just now, we wanted to ask you something. Did you also go to the back of the mountain just now? Were you killed by that lunatic called Lion's Roar? " The Moksha Realm elites sensed an invisible pressure from Happy. They sensed the presence of a sect elder from a Life and Death Realm player, and they felt as if they were looking down on them. Their joking mood instantly diminished.
"Lion's Roar? Lunatic? "
Happy had just been killed by Mad Monk, and he did not understand what was going on. But soon, a thought flashed in his mind, and delight instantly appeared on his face.
"Are you talking about Monk Zhi Heng and Master Xuan Kong at the top of Mount Song?!"
"…"
This time, it was the people in front of Happy who looked at each other at a loss.
"That's right."
They looked at Happy with a strange expression.
Mount Song's Shaolin Temple's eminent monk, Zhi Heng, and Master Xuan Kong were legends that practically everyone in the game knew, especially the exquisite Go game Master Xuan Kong created. It attracted many players to try and solve it every day, and it could not be considered a secret.
The boy's footsteps were steady, and his presence was pure and fierce. He should be a Shaolin Temple disciple, but why was his tone so strange?
"Thank you for telling me. Farewell!"
Happy was overjoyed, but he could not help but let out a long howl. He tapped against the ground and with a few jumps, he shot out of the town, causing the players behind him to be baffled.
"This kid is having a seizure."
"Could it be that he thinks he can solve the chess game?"
"Even domestic and foreign high-level Go players have lost to it. How can he do that?"
"…"
The group gradually returned to normal.
But they did not know that their unintentional question had revealed an astonishing piece of good news to Happy.
Monk Zhi Heng was still around, and Master Xuan Kong had not left. This meant that the exquisite Go puzzle had not been solved yet, and the Ten True Dragon Styles Master Xuan Kong had researched had not been obtained by anyone.
Ten True Dragon Styles was the first ultimate technique he obtained in the other world, and it was also an ultimate technique that allowed him to be invincible in close-quarters combat. If he could get it in this world, with the foundation he had already built, his strength would increase by leaps and bounds, and soon, he would be able to rise to the ranks of the top-class players in the game.
The gloominess he felt when he came down from Punishment Mount was instantly swept away. He ran madly and rushed to Mount Song without stopping.
However …
At the same time Happy received this news, he suddenly came up with another piece of information that caused his heart to surge with excitement.
Since he had traveled through two parallel spaces.
Since he could use the experience from this world in the other world, did it mean that he could also develop the resources from the other world and move them to this world so that he could return to the top?
When he thought of this, Happy, who had already become excited, instantly became even more excited.
The confusion and bewilderment he felt when he first entered World of Martial Arts disappeared without a trace. He had finally found the tunnel to this world!
Chen Kaixin had promised him that if he ran into any trouble, he would try his best to drag it out until midnight so that Happy could go over and solve it.
Over there, he could still make arrangements and do some things, such as gathering more resources that had not been developed yet.
Also …
There was still more space for him to do things.
Evil Emperor practiced the martial arts from Sky Demon Slip, but the current Evil Emperor had definitely not gathered all ten Sky Demon Slips and had not obtained Great Dao Heart Demonic Seed Art. His strength might be below One Emperor's.
His threat was not as great as Evil Emperor's.
When he thought about this in depth, a new thought and plan instantly rose in Happy's heart.
While he thought about it, Happy did not slow down. With his injured body, he ran up Mount Song.
As of current, his first target was still Master Xuan Kong. Even though he did not receive Mad Monk's true legacy, he was still alive, and he was about to get Ten True Dragon Styles! Even though he had been struck off the mountain, he had gained a lot! Speaking of which, he had to thank …
'Wait!'
On his way to the back of the mountain, Happy suddenly felt a strange throbbing in his heart.
He mumbled, "I'm still alive.
"That's right, I'm still alive, but Mad Monk has already attacked me ten times."
After remaining silent for a while, an incredibly strange and uncertain smile suddenly appeared on Happy's face. "I wonder if he will acknowledge me."
"Who cares?
In any case, I have a lot of time right now. I'll just take another trip there and ask him about it. "
After thinking about it for a while, Happy changed his direction and headed to Punishment Mount.
…
"Senior brother?"
"Huh? When did you leave? Why didn't we see you?"
"You look really pale. Could it be that …"
A few Shaolin Temple disciples were still waiting by the cliff. When they saw Happy rush over, they were instantly stunned.
"I slipped and fell down."
Happy was in a hurry to verify his thoughts. He quickly gave them a simple explanation before he quickly went to the other side through the chains.
The junior brothers at the cliff stared at Happy's back while he rushed to the fog and clouds with dumbfounded expressions.
"Slipped?"
"Sigh, that senior brother might have gone to Mad Monk."
"He's injured internally. Oh well, don't provoke him later. Try not to mention Mad Monk." The Shaolin Temple disciples nodded quietly.
…
At the moment he stepped into the fog, Happy heard Mad Monk's grave and low cry. "You withstood that palm strike of mine, and you're still alive?"
"Ten moves have passed. Thank you for showing mercy, master."
Happy cunningly did not continue the conversation. Instead, he led the conversation to the main topic.
The fog instantly fell silent.
Happy was not in a hurry. He just sat down cross-legged and waited for Mad Monk's answer.
In truth, when Mad Monk said those words just now, he already knew that his guess was most likely correct. Once Mad Monk delivered ten moves, he would be considered to have passed and obtained the right to inherit Mad Monk's legacy.
'I knew it!'
About three minutes later, Mad Monk's voice rose again.
"Oh well.
Since you're a Shaolin Temple disciple, it's only natural that you have the right to inherit my legacy. You're not arrogant or rash, and your foundation is rather solid. You should have entrusted it to the wrong person. "
"Master, you agreed to it?"
Happy sucked in a deep breath.
"You passed."
Mad Monk let out a long sigh. "It's been almost forty years. I didn't expect that I would still be able to find a disciple to inherit my legacy. What's your name?"
"Secular disciple Happy."
"Even though you obtained my acknowledgement, my martial arts originate from Shaolin Temple. If you practice my martial arts, you will also be practicing Shaolin Temple's martial arts. Take this book."
Right when he finished speaking, he pounced on Happy with the sound of air being sliced.
The latter raised his hand and grabbed a silk book in his hand.
"Ding!
The system gave a notification.
"Obtained Shaolin Temple's classic, Tendon Changing Classic!"
Happy was delighted. He quickly put Tendon Changing Classic into his Universe Bag. "Thank you for giving me the classic, master."
"Tendon Changing Classic is just an art that strengthens the body, but if you use it with Shaolin Temple's zen martial arts, you can refine your bones and make them even sturdier. When you master it, you can form a layer of sturdy periosteum around your body and bones. Normal martial arts will have a hard time threatening you. In the past, I used Shaolin Temple's Marrow Cleansing Classic and Tendon Changing Classic to clear all the acupoints in my body. My breathing will be smooth, and I can fight against hundreds of elites from the righteous and evil paths."
Happy gradually became engrossed as he listened.
Mad Monk's words were indeed true.
No matter how powerful a martial art was, there would always come a time when one's qi would be exhausted, and they would not be considered a peerless martial art. Only when one's entire body was clear and perfect and they reached a state where their tendons and bones could not be destroyed by external objects could they be considered to be truly invincible.
"Tendon Changing Classic can only refine your tendons, nerves, and bones. Three years later, when you master Tendon Changing Classic, come and look for me. If you can still remain true to yourself and persevere, I will teach you Marrow Cleansing Classic."
When he heard this, Happy was excited, but he was also disappointed.
Tendon Changing Classic was a Shaolin Temple classic. It could largely strengthen his body and increase his attributes, and it could practically compare to Nine Yang Divine Skill. Marrow Cleansing Classic was definitely a body cultivation technique, and it could help him improve and strengthen his body even further.
But Happy had to wait three years before he could obtain Marrow Cleansing Classic, and to him, it was a little out of his reach.
However …
Since Mad Monk had already said it, Happy could not change or change anything. If he wanted Tendon Changing Classic, then so be it.
It was already very good that he could obtain Mad Monk's legacy.
Besides, he still had Ten True Dragon Styles waiting for him at the foot of the mountain.
After Happy bade farewell to Mad Monk, he walked out of the thick fog and chose to practice Tendon Changing Classic.
[Tendon Changing Classic]
[Ultimate Technique:
[Practice Requirement: Affinity: 200, Arm Strength: 200, Comprehension: 200.] The training requirement was the most terrifying number Happy had ever seen.
However, during the three years of hard training, Happy's basic attributes were very stable and sturdy. Coincidentally, each of them had reached two hundred.
"Ding!"
The system gave a notification.
"Successfully practiced Shaolin Temple classic, Tendon Changing Classic, and inherited Mad Monk's legacy.
"Tendon Changing Classic can widen the width of your meridian system, increase the amount of qi you can store, and increase the circulation speed of your qi."
Widening the width of his meridian system and increasing the amount of qi he could store meant that he could increase his qi with just one circulation.
Increasing the circulation speed of his qi meant that he could recover.
Level 1 Tendon Changing Classic.
When Happy activated Tendon Changing Classic and let it circulate quietly, he understood the true meaning behind Tendon Changing Classic widening the width of his meridian system.
Every time it revolved, it was extremely difficult …
The process was very arduous, and he needed to focus his mind to activate it.
But every time he circulated his true qi, his meridian system seemed to be forcefully pushed open a little.
His qi had been increasing at a very slow pace, but in less than three minutes, it had increased by 0.3 points.
At that moment, Happy had only completed one-fourth of a full circulation.
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