Chapter 77: True Skill, Dan Dao, Gang Body!
The strange force cultivated by True Skill can actually affect the Qi and Blood of Entering Force Martial Artists.
Although there is a distance limit, it is already shocking enough.
Hong Yuan finally understood why he felt his Qi and Blood surging when Lei Meng sneak-attacked him.
“It’s a pity that this old man has only barely touched the threshold of True Skill and can unleash a bit of True Force, but you happen to have Qi and Blood so vigorous it’s unimaginable, even…”
Lei Meng’s pair of bloody sockets trembled, shock appearing on his face.
“Even, your Qi and Blood is so abundant that it probably doesn’t fall short of those Dan Dao experts.”
“Endowed with extraordinary talent, it really makes one envious and helpless! What we pursue all our lives, you had from the very beginning.”
Lei Meng smiled miserably, extremely unwilling.
“Dan Dao?” Hong Yuan asked in reply, “What is that?”
Since the conversation had already started, Lei Meng no longer hid anything, after all, with martial arts at the opponent’s level, this so-called secret was already public knowledge.
Even if he didn’t say it, the other party would eventually come into contact with it.
“The pinnacle of Form Transformation is the Microscopic Level.”
“For many years, predecessor Martial Artists have blazed the trail ahead and, above the Microscopic Level, summarized two paths.”
“One is True Skill, the other is Dan Dao.”
“No need to elaborate on True Skill, while Dan Dao purifies and increases one’s own Qi and Blood through Alchemy and consuming pills, expanding Qi and Blood outward is called External Elixir Method, while constantly compressing Qi and Blood inside the body is Internal Elixir.”
Hong Yuan said: “Between these two paths, which one is superior?”
“That’s beyond what I can access.”
Lei Meng said in a low voice: “True Skill can indeed cultivate mysteriously profound strange force, but Dan Dao experts have extremely abundant Qi and Blood, which can largely counter or even resist the strange force of True Skill, for example, Your Excellency’s Qi and Blood is so thick it doesn’t fall short of those Dan Dao experts who increase it through Alchemy and consuming pills, my ‘Tidal Wave Skill’ strange force was completely ineffective…”
At this point, Lei Meng paused, then uncertainly said: “I haven’t seen Dan Dao experts, and the strange force I cultivated is half-baked, ultimately just speculation, not to be taken as truth…”
Hong Yuan pondered slightly and continued: “Above the Microscopic Level, besides True Skill and Dan Dao, are there other paths?”
“No!”
Lei Meng first shook his head, then suddenly seemed to think of something, hesitation appearing on his face: “No! There might be another path, you should have heard rumors of demons, right?”
“Hm?” Hong Yuan thought of the 《Miscellaneous Notes from the Sea of Weeds》 left by Qin Fuzi, and had a thought: “I’ve heard of it, could demons really exist in this world?”
“This old man isn’t sure either, just heard a legend that so-called demons are all products of combining Martial Arts and Sorcery, this is called Gang Body, it’s said that after achieving Gang Body, one becomes as powerful and ferocious as a demon, no longer human.”
Reverence showed in Lei Meng’s tone.
Qian Shan Zhi in the room listened in a daze, as one of the Grain Transport Gang Heads, he was already a remarkable big shot.
He had actually heard some talk of ‘True Skill’, but didn’t know the details, so dismissed it as ethereal rumor, and never imagined his own gang harbored a True Skill manual.
Moreover, besides True Skill, there was actually Dan Dao and that Gang Body like demons, so many secrets in this world?
Hong Yuan was much calmer by contrast, no matter how miraculous this so-called True Skill, Dan Dao, Gang Body, could it surpass the 【Great Year Blessed Land】 he carried?
Of course, he still needed to understand this True Skill secret manual in hand, after all, though the Blessed Land was miraculous, it was a pie in the sky, he could only constantly approach it by leveraging his current strength.
“Thanks for the explanation!” Hong Yuan tapped the secret manual, the pages rustling: “I hope next, Your Excellency can also cooperate well with me and explain the jargon within.”
“This old man only asks you to keep your promise and heal my hands and feet, I seek nothing else, confine this old man if you will, I only want to end my days in the gang.” Lei Meng’s voice was hoarse, his words nearly a plea.
“Naturally.” Hong Yuan nodded solemnly, then smiled dashingly: “I am devoted to the martial path, even if I take the Grain Transport Gang under my hand, it’s only to acquire more Martial Arts resources, if you’re willing to help me with matters, gang affairs might still be left for you to manage.”
“I’m already blind…”
“A Microscopic Level Grandmaster, after adapting for a time, even with both eyes blind, is not comparable to ordinary Entering Force Martial Artists, not to mention before going blind you also stayed in your lair for years, what’s the difference?” Hong Yuan said indifferently.
Lei Meng let out a breath of relief,
Qian Shan Zhi bowed his body, his lowered face already changing, if Lei Meng continued to hold power, would he have any good end?
Helplessly, in front of Hong Yuan, he had no say at all, and then heard Lei Meng’s cold voice: “Qian Lao Si, I am about to explain True Skill, do you want to listen too?”
Qian Shan Zhi smiled awkwardly, hurriedly saluted Hong Yuan, and quickly exited the room, but didn’t go far, waiting in the courtyard.
Soon, a clear voice came from the room: “Steward Qian, come in.”
Qian Shan Zhi hurriedly ran inside, and saw Hong Yuan stow that volume of ‘Heavenly One True Water Skill’ into his sleeve, ignoring the other three volumes, and beckoned to him.
Qian Shan Zhi immediately stepped forward, hands at sides: “What are your orders, Lord?”
Hong Yuan glanced at Lei Meng and smiled: “Go pick a feng shui treasure spot outside, best one that can see the Grain Transport Gang headquarters, take this rice-waster out and bury him properly!”
“Ah?!”
The exclamation didn’t come from Lei Meng, but Qian Shan Zhi.
Hong Yuan smiled at him: “What are you ‘ah’-ing about? You’re a rice-waster too?”
Before Qian Shan Zhi could reply, on the other side Lei Meng’s expression drastically changed, and he hissed: “You…”
Pfft!
Before Lei Meng could roar anything, Hong Yuan waved his hand expertly, a teacup on the table spun out swiftly, smashing into Lei Meng’s mouth like an arrow and shattering all his teeth, the broken porcelain shards piercing into his mouth.
Lei Meng’s face twisted, the chair beneath him splintered, and he fell to the ground, still glaring at Hong Yuan with his pair of hollow bloody eye sockets.
“Don’t stare at me like that, I only said I wouldn’t kill you, didn’t say I wouldn’t let others kill you, and you were playing tricks while explaining True Skill, did you think I couldn’t tell…” Hong Yuan smiled lightly and said leisurely: “Moreover, Senior has lived so many years, surely you’ve never heard a principle: the less people have of something, the more they emphasize it, I’ll teach you this principle, remember it clearly in your next life.”
While speaking, Hong Yuan walked straight out, his voice drifting back: “Right, Steward Qian, I’ve suddenly decided it’s still not good to waste grain, just dump him in the river to feed the fish.”
Qian Shan Zhi’s legs went soft, and he knelt on the ground: “Yes!”
Hong Yuan passed through the corridor, along the way Grain Transport Gang disciples all saluted with panicked faces, soon returning to the main hall, where a thick pungent bloody smell assaulted him.
Hong Yuan glanced inside, and saw the hall already strewn with fallen corpses, only three or four people still standing and panting heavily, each still holding weapons, facing off against each other, not daring to relax in the slightest.
Only upon seeing Hong Yuan’s figure did they relax, half-kneeling on the ground one after another, one taking the lead to speak: “Lord, we have already decided the victor…”
Hong Yuan covered his mouth and nose, his expression greatly changed: “I told you to discuss and select Flag Masters and Stewards yourselves, and you actually, actually… These were your former brothers-in-arms, how could you bring yourselves to do it? You’re simply beasts, worse than beasts.”
Several people had dazed eyes, stiff faces, cold sweat pouring down their foreheads from the scolding.
Hong Yuan sighed again: “Forget it, forget it! What’s done is done, no point saying more…”
He pointed at the one who spoke first: “What’s your name? You’ll be the Right Steward, as for the other three taking over River Patrol Flag and Mountain Guard Flag Flag Master positions, seems one is still missing, so leave it vacant for now.”
“Clean up the room, then come to the Training Ground…”
Hong Yuan gave this order for a simple reason: after killing Han Ding Tian, crushing Lei Meng and numerous Grain Transport Gang elites, his Root Bone had finally increased by another strand, and now he planned to test what level his fleshly body had reached.
After Root Bone increased by six strands, he could to some extent disregard ordinary people’s weapons, and now just by casually surging his Qi and Blood, he could feel the strength in his body surging, his Root Bone tough nearly inhuman.
Hong Yuan looked toward the prefecture city direction, after subduing the Grain Transport Gang, next up were the Guo Family and Hua Family, these two great families holding heavy troops!
