C3 Suicidal Cultivation Method
C3 Suicidal Cultivation Method
Ye Hong and the others were stunned. After a long while, one of the elders could not help but ask, "Qian Ran, what's going on?"
Ye Hong's eyes narrowed as a bright light flashed through them. After a long while, he shook his head and did not say anything.
"What does that Bai Clan mean? They actually dare to fight against our Ye Clan head on?" At this time, an old man said with a frown.
Ye Hong clenched his fists and said with a cold smile, "They probably have some big clan supporting them and think that they are about to rise to power. They don't need to put the Ye Family in their eyes anymore!" If you continue to humiliate them like this, I will definitely not let you off! " After saying that, he emitted a majestic aura from his body. Finally, he coldly snorted and walked out, leaving the elders looking at each other in dismay.
"Old man, come out! I'm angry!"
Ye Qianran arrived at a dilapidated courtyard and kicked open the door. After entering, his gaze landed on an old man who was leaning back on a chair.
"Tsk tsk, so it's because of your little trick!"
The old man raised his head and saw the anger on Ye Qianran's face. He could not help but smile as he said, "Is there anyone in this Wind Lightning City who dares to provoke you?"
"Cut the crap, it's time for you to repay me. Hurry up and teach me your meridian cultivation technique and that godly technique. I want to fight for the top three!" Ye Qianran snorted coldly.
"No rush, what happened? Tell me!" The old man smiled.
"Isn't it the Bai Clan?"
Ye Qianran took a deep breath and recounted everything that had happened before and after. Finally, he scolded, "F * ck your mother, didn't you say that the little girl didn't want to marry me? I insisted on marrying her and letting her live as a widow everyday.
The old man was stunned. He glanced at Ye Qianran and smiled, "Is that all you've got?"
"Otherwise?"
Ye Qianran raised his eyebrows as his eyes lit up, "You have a better idea?"
"Of course!" The corners of the old man's mouth curled up. He stroked his beard and said, "But it won't do you any good. Why should I tell you?"
"Old man, your beard is quite good …" Ye Qianran snorted.
"Eh …"
When the old man heard this, his face turned red and his right hand immediately covered his beard. He said, "Get me another two Little Book books another day. They look pretty good!" As he spoke, his gaze once again shifted to the book in his left hand.
"Look at you!" Ye Qianran replied with his own words, "It's just a little book. I'll get you a bunch of books one day and let you read it for yourself!"
"Really?" The old man swallowed.
"Un, it's true!" Ye Qianran nodded his head helplessly. This old man was even craftier than he was. He looked at the old man's beard once again.
The old man naturally noticed Ye Qianran's gaze and stood up from the chair. He coughed dryly and immediately became like the wind in his bones. His expression became serious as he said, "If you want to learn, first take me as your master. I will teach you step by step."
Ye Qianran glared at him and said, "Old man, didn't you beg me to learn before? Now that I want to learn it, why did you change your mind! "
"The past is the past, and the present is the present! "Let's acknowledge him as our teacher!" The old man said calmly.
Ye Qianran's eyes sparkled as he sized up the old man once more. Finally, he extended his hand and said, "Old man, I only bow to the dead. Are you sure?"
"Indeed …!" The old man had just said one word when his voice suddenly stopped. Finally, he reached out and knocked Ye Qianran's head. However, he was quickly dodged by Ye Qianran.
"Forget it, there's no need for you to pay respect to my teacher. However, you can't call me old geezer in the future. You have to call me master!" The old man said.
"Got it, old man!" Ye Qianran helplessly nodded.
"Hmm, that's more like it. Master, please come listen to me! " The old man stroked his beard as he smiled.
"Wet father …" Ye Qianran rolled his eyes. "When did this old man become so troublesome …"
"Un, um, that's more like it. Wait here for a moment, I'll be right back!" The old man nodded his head in satisfaction. Then, he turned around and walked to the other room. When he came out, he held two scrolls that exuded an ancient aura and handed them to Ye Qianran, "Remember, these are called the eight cultivation techniques and the Limitless God Arts."
"Divine Art of Losing Chicken?" Ye Qianran was stunned as he rolled his eyes, "There is no more * * * after training!"
"I'll kill you!" The old man's mouth twitched. He was so angry that his beard was sticking up. The two great sects' cultivation techniques were actually described by Ye Qianran to this extent.
"Heh. Old man, don't be angry. I can't cultivate it, but I can?" Ye Qianran asked.
"Of course, this is …" At this point, the old man's voice paused, and his eyes shifted as he said, "Cough cough, this cultivation technique was passed down from our ancestors. It's very suitable for you to cultivate!"
"Alright then!" Ye Qianran looked at the two cultivation techniques and narrowed his eyes. After a long time, he raised his head to look at the old man and said, "Old man, then it's none of your business. I'll be leaving first." Then, he stood up and walked outside.
The old man was stunned. After a while, he couldn't help but laugh. He sighed and thought of the past. Who would dare to speak to him like that? It was only Ye Qianran who was such a crafty guy …
He wasn't in a hurry. Ye Qianran would come looking for him one day …
After returning to his residence, Ye Qianran sat on the bed and started to read the eight techniques. The first thing he saw was the meridian map of the human body. He frowned and continued to read the map. After flipping through two pages, he arrived at the introduction.
"I'll be good!"
When he saw what was going on behind him, Ye Qianran's eyes suddenly widened and his face was filled with shock. Although he had only read the introduction, he had already confirmed the title of this book as a 'suicidal cultivation technique'.
The reason was simple. This cultivation technique required one's physique to break through three limits before they could cultivate it. The limits of one's hands, the limits of one's legs, and also the limits of one's body.
To be honest, it was nothing because he could still try, but what about after that? He needed to stimulate the eight qi gates of the human body. According to what he knew from his past life, they were the eight Death Acupuncture Points. They were 'Open, Acupoint, Wound, Du, Scene, Surprise, Life and Death'.
Even though he didn't know much about medicine, he knew that if he were to touch upon any of the eight fatal acupoints, he would die on the spot if he were to be slightly careless.
At first, Ye Qianran wanted to throw the matter to the side, but when he thought about it, he clenched his teeth and continued browsing. He soon understood that breaking through three limits was to solve the burden that came with opening the eight Death Acupuncture Points.
In addition to these, he also needed the assistance of other acupuncture points. Although he did not understand it too well, he had still discovered the mystery behind it.
He continued to observe and understood once again that every Death Acupuncture Point opened, he would be able to release Spiritual Energy that exceeded the limits of his body. Every time he opened a Death Acupuncture Point, the erupted Spiritual Energy would superimpose on each other and each Death Acupuncture Point would have a corresponding method, which was respectively 'Gale Wind, Rushing Thunder, Light, Shattering the Heavens, Illusory Water, Dance of Death, Disordered Shadow, Extinction'.
After putting the eight body techniques aside, he once again picked up the Limitless God Arts. He expressed his anticipation, hoping that this cultivation technique would be more normal, but just as he flipped to the first page and read a few words, his eyes widened, "Damn, this is a trap …"