bookbashuk Chapter 73 89 Mysterious Techniques
Chapter 73 89 Mysterious Techniques
Qu Feiyan looked around to make sure no one was watching, then reached in with her hand. With a soft "click," the lid of the box opened easily.
The contents of the box were exactly as Wang Xiaocao had described.
It was an extremely strangely shaped iron object: a short rod as thick as a child's arm, with two huge, black iron gourd-like lumps connected to its ends.
Beneath it, there were several thread-bound books.
"This is it." Qu Feiyan's heart stirred, and she reached out to take the strange iron object.
The moment her fingertips touched it, a heavy, weighty feeling came through her. She bit her lip lightly, channeled her inner strength, and gently lifted it up with both hands.
"It's so heavy," she thought to herself in surprise.
This thing probably weighs several dozen kilograms; even an ordinary strong man might not be able to wield it easily. However, the iron bar in the middle is just the right thickness and length, smooth to the touch, and seems to have been carefully polished, making it extremely comfortable to grip. Although heavy, it is not uncontrollable.
She carefully placed the strange iron object aside and her gaze fell on the books below.
She picked up the top book first; its cover was plain white, and it had no title. Opening the title page, a line of elegant, flowing calligraphy came into view:
"Yesterday's parting left me with deep feelings. My conversation with you was immensely beneficial. This book is a small token of my appreciation."
It should be given to the scholar who talked with Brother An at the academy yesterday. Qu Feiyan understood. She put this book into her bosom and picked up another book.
The cover of this book is much more solemn, with four large characters written in ancient seal script: "Eight-Nine Mysterious Techniques".
Turning to the first page, an air of pretentious profundity and mystery immediately hits you:
"The way of Heaven is to take from the excess and give to the deficiency. The pinnacle of martial arts is not merely about sharp blades and divine weapons, but its foundation lies within oneself. The body is like a furnace, capable of containing heaven and earth; the physique is like diamond, impervious to all magic. Our sect's divine skill originates from beyond the heavens, its methods are simple yet its effects are profound, it is the supreme method for tempering the physical body..."
Qu Feiyan's lips twitched slightly as she read on. This boastful tone was completely different from An-gege's usual nonchalant demeanor. She patiently continued reading.
"This skill does not emphasize mental techniques or meridians, so anyone can practice it. However, the great way is simple, and sincerity can move mountains. To achieve this skill, one must have the perseverance of water dripping through stone and the tenacity of the Foolish Old Man moving mountains. In the first hundred days of practice, one can only improve the flow of qi and blood; after a year of arduous practice, one's muscles and bones will begin to feel. If one wishes to achieve great success, three to five years of hard work will be required to see any results."
"Only those with exceptional talent and unwavering will can accumulate knowledge and skills before achieving great success, becoming as sharp as a tower, as strong as a tripod, and as strong as iron. Remember, those who give up halfway will have all their previous efforts wasted and will have no hope for the rest of their lives!"
Seeing this, Qu Feiyan understood immediately!
She chuckled, almost bursting out laughing.
Her bright eyes shone like stars, sparkling with intelligence and admiration.
"This is it! Brother An, you're so... mean!"
This is not some kind of divine skill manual; it's clearly an elaborate scam.
What Brother An wants to do is use the excuse of "slow results, requires hard practice, and depends on talent" to buy time!
He wanted those who coveted the secret of his power to obtain this "manual" and, believing that "divine skills take time to work," foolishly practice for three to five years.
By the time they realized they had only become stronger and were far from possessing the superhuman strength of Brother An, Brother An had already grown to a level they could never reach!
This is a radical solution that will solve the problem once and for all.
Brother An is so naughty, but I like him so much!
Having figured this out, Qu Feiyan was filled with admiration for Shen An's wit and resourcefulness. She raised her head, her gaze sweeping across the bustling crowd before finally settling on Li Qingde, who was frantically busy on the platform.
Li Qingde was surrounded by a group of martial arts enthusiasts, registering orders for "Light Sound Immortal Sword" with great enthusiasm, sweating profusely.
Brother An isn't here right now, so... it's my turn to play!
A brilliant idea instantly formed in Qu Feiyan's mind.
She smiled sweetly, no longer concealing herself. She took a deep breath, hugged the heavy iron lump to her chest again, and with the book "Eight-Nine Arcane Arts" in her other hand, she gracefully and elegantly walked towards the center of the platform.
"Miss Yang?"
Li Qingde was busy dealing with Young Master Zhou, who insisted on having "eight gemstones inlaid on the hilt of his sword," when he looked up and saw Qu Feiyan walking over carrying a strange, dark object. He was immediately stunned.
He was a little confused. Why was this girl, whom everyone in Bailianfang considered Shen's "future wife" to be grooming, not staying in the back academy building, but running up to this messy stage? And what was she doing, holding this... thing?
However, Qu Feiyan ignored his astonishment. She walked to the front of the platform, cleared her throat, channeled her inner energy, and her clear, melodious voice instantly drowned out the noise of the entire arena:
"Fellow heroes and valiant warriors, please quiet down and listen to what I have to say!"
Her voice, like a clear mountain stream, instantly drew everyone's attention. Nearly a thousand eyes below the stage focused on her, looking at this charming yet commanding young woman and the strange iron object in her arms.
Qu Feiyan faced the gazes of the crowd without the slightest stage fright. She raised the iron weapon in her arms high and said loudly, "You must all be very curious as to why Young Hero Shen An, at such a young age, possesses such superhuman strength, able to wield that hundred-pound Xuan Iron Heavy Sword with such ease, right?"
"Yes!" A chorus of agreement immediately erupted from the audience.
"You must also be wondering if obtaining that heavy sword and the so-called legacy of Dugu Qiubai will grant you the same imposing presence as Young Hero Shen?"
A commotion arose in the crowd, and many people showed expressions of longing.
Qu Feiyan smiled slightly, then changed the subject: "However, I must tell you all, you're all wrong!"
"The reason why Yang Guo, the Condor Hero, could wield a heavy sword without an edge and achieve great skill without artifice, is not because he was born with superhuman strength, but because of his profound internal strength."
"But the seniors who witnessed this must have felt it too." Qu Feiyan's gaze swept over the elders sitting on the platform, and when she saw Liu Zhengfeng, she winked mischievously. "Young Master Shen's sword strike just now was not from internal force, but rather he used his own strength to imitate Master Yang."
"good."
"Exactly."
Everyone nodded in agreement, and Liu Zhengfeng also nodded slightly, wanting to see what kind of tricks this granddaughter of Gaoshan Liushui was up to.
"Of course, it would be a mistake for everyone to think that this is due to Young Master Shen's innate superhuman strength and that they have no hope!"
As she spoke, she slammed the iron lump to the ground with a "thud," causing the stone slabs on the platform to tremble slightly.
"Look, everyone!" she exclaimed, pointing at the ironware. Her voice rose even higher. "This set consists of seventy-two pieces, sourced from the seventy-two peaks of Mount Song, hence the name 'Mount Song'! It was designed by Young Master Shen himself and meticulously forged by my Hundred Refinements Workshop from fine iron—a training apparatus! Young Master Shen uses this every day to temper his muscles and bones, honing his strength, which is why he has achieved what he has today!"
Mount Song? What an imposing name! Everyone's gaze changed instantly as they looked at that dark, unremarkable lump of iron.
Qu Feiyan, observing the situation, saw that the time was right, took out the book "Eight-Nine Arcane Arts" from her bosom, and held it high.
"And this is the supreme body-refining method that Young Hero Shen cultivated in conjunction with the seventy-two peaks of Mount Song—the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique!"
She surveyed the entire room, a sly smile playing on her pretty face, and announced:
"Today, thanks to the support of all fellow martial artists, Young Hero Shen has decided to make this divine skill public! From this moment forward, anyone who orders a set of specially customized 'Songshan' training equipment from my Hundred Refinements Workshop will receive a free copy of Young Hero Shen's 'Eight-Nine Arcane Skill' manual!"
"May all heroes of the world have the strength to slay dragons!"