bookbashuk Chapter 54 The Great Accomplishment of Magical Skills
Chapter 54 The Great Accomplishment of Magical Skills
half a month later.
The Fire-Worker Monk let out a loud shout that echoed through the valley.
"The Ninth Level of the Nine Yang Divine Skill... Nine Yang in the Sky!"
Chen Yuan's golden light receded, and he landed steadily like a falling leaf.
The Nine Yang Divine Skill has now been mastered.
The valley fell silent for a moment.
The Fire-Worker Monk manipulated the giant rock, which slowly descended.
"Young Chen, now that you've mastered the ninth level of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, there's nothing more I can teach you."
He paused, as if using all his strength to squeeze out the second half of the sentence, and his voice lowered.
"Give me another roasted chicken, I'll finish this... then you should all leave."
There was a hint of sadness hidden in the Fire-Worker Monk's voice.
There is no never-ending feast.
This is especially true of extraordinary individuals like Chen Yuan.
Chen Yuan: (≖_≖)
"Don't you know it's wrong to talk about chickens? Let's all be civilized!"
A crystal-clear, prismatic glass bottle appeared out of thin air in his hand.
The bottle was sealed with a cork and contained a red liquid that emitted a faint glow.
"Old Huo, there's a problem now."
"What if I heal you and then you turn around and run away?"
Chen Yuan stroked his chin.
"It feels like I'm getting the short end of the stick."
Upon hearing this, the Fire-Worker Monk paused for a moment, then realized something, his voice trembling slightly.
"Are you telling the truth?"
He spoke urgently, the vines trembling violently with excitement.
"Can you really cure me?"
If you give him a chance.
That night, he absolutely would not jump off the cliff.
Being too proud is a recipe for suffering!
"If you can truly cure me, you can have my life right now!"
"Who wants your life?"
Chen Yuan made a decision.
"How about this, I'll cure your paralysis in exchange for ten years of your life."
"For the next ten years, you must ensure my safety and obey my commands. Is that alright?"
"Can!!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yuan smiled and pulled out a sword that was familiar to the Fire-Worker Monk.
"Wait! What are you doing...?"
Before he could finish speaking, a familiar golden light slashed out, splitting the boulder he was standing on in two.
Chen Yuan chuckled and used his internal energy to control the vines, binding the Fire-Worker Monk and suspending him in mid-air.
Immediately afterwards, he took out the "flying device," put it on his head, and slowly flew into the air.
Open your mouth.
After uttering those two words, the Fire-Worker Monk instinctively opened his mouth.
Chen Yuan instinctively covered his nose.
"Old Huo, the first thing you should do when you go out is brush your teeth."
The Fire-Worker Monk's face immediately turned red.
Chen Yuan ignored all that, uncorked the [Health Recovery Bottle], and carefully poured a drop of shimmering red liquid into the Fireworker Monk's mouth.
"How do you feel?"
Upon hearing this, the Fire-Worker Monk blinked and asked blankly.
"no."
"..."
Chen Yuan gritted his teeth and poured one-third of the amount into the Fire-Worker Monk's mouth.
"And now?"
After carefully sensing it, the Fire-Worker Monk's face suddenly broke into an unbelievable, ecstatic expression.
"I've got it! She's regaining consciousness!"
Upon seeing this, Chen Yuan immediately put the [Health Recovery Bottle] back into his personal space and landed it on the ground.
The next instant, the Fire-Worker Monk shouted and snapped all the vines binding him, landing steadily on the ground.
Looking at him again, he was completely different from before.
His complexion was rosy and radiant, and even his beard had a few strands of dark, glossy sheen.
Most importantly, he was able to stand up without relying on the boulder!
The Fire-Worker Monk had a frenzied expression on his face.
"Hahaha—I can stand up again!"
He flipped around a few times with abandon, then suddenly remembered something and looked at Chen Yuan with an expression of awe.
"Hey Chen, what exactly was that liquid just now?"
"You don't need to worry about that."
Chen Yuan smiled.
"They've never seen many of the things you've eaten these past few days, so one more won't hurt."
"Just don't forget what I just said."
"No way!"
The Fire-Worker Monk patted his chest vigorously.
"I may not be good at much else, but I always keep my word!"
"Now there's one last thing."
Chen Yuan walked up to the dumbfounded Zhang Wuji with his hands behind his back and placed his hands on the top of Zhang Wuji's head.
No complicated techniques are required; simply urge a wisp of pure Nine Yang True Qi and slowly inject it into his body.
The Xuanming Cold Poison was completely dissolved and dissolved, just like snow meeting boiling water.
The reason it was so easy was that the Fire-Worker Monk would regularly remove the cold poison from Zhang Wuji every day.
Zhang Wuji felt a warm current coursing through his body, and the icy, bone-chilling pain was slowly withdrawn, replaced by an unprecedented sense of ease and warmth.
He paused for a moment, as if realizing something.
"Brother Chen...am I...all better?"
"otherwise?"
Chen Yuan withdrew his hand.
"Our next target is Bright Summit."
at the same time.
[The host has rewritten the fate of the Fire-Worker Monk and gained 100 Life Sources.]
[The host has slightly rewritten Zhang Wuji's fate and gained 100 Life Sources.]
......
An hour later, an old man, an adult, and a child stood staring at each other at the foot of Wudang Mountain.
The old fire-working monk hadn't left the valley for decades, so naturally he didn't know where Bright Peak was.
The same applies to the older Chen Yuan, who had been in this world for less than a month.
Zhang Wuji wasn't much better off. He had only been away from Icefire Island for a short time after returning to the Central Plains when Chen Yuan took him away.
None of the three knew where Bright Peak was, so they could only stare at each other in bewilderment.
And there's another very important point: they have no money!
We can't afford any expenses on the road; we can't just eat and sleep outdoors the whole way, can we?
Zhang Wuji timidly raised his hand.
"I have a suggestion. We're at the foot of Wudang Mountain, why don't we go back to Wudang Mountain and find my grandmaster..."
"Zhang Sanfeng?"
The Fire-Worker's eyes lit up.
"That's wishful thinking!"
Chen Yuan categorically rejected the proposal.
"I'm in charge! I'm in charge!"
"I'm not going to Wudang!"
......
Two more hours later.
The three of them appeared in a small town far from Wudang Mountain and headed towards a restaurant called "Youjian Inn".
Having not seen the outside world for many years, the Fire-Worker Monk viewed everything with curiosity.
Zhang Wuji asked in surprise.
"There are inns at the foot of Wudang Mountain, why should we go all the way here?"
Children shouldn't pry into adults' affairs.
Chen Yuan brushed him off with a single sentence and led the way into the restaurant.
"Waiter, please bring me four good dishes and a pot of good wine."
The waiter responded and led them to a square table, where he arranged for them to sit down.
Before long, all the food Chen Yuan ordered was served.
Before he could even give a signal, the Fire-Worker Monk started eating on his own, wolfing down his food like a starving ghost reincarnated.
"......Slower!"
Chen Yuan lowered his voice and said something.
"Um?"
The Fire-Worker Monk slowed down and asked in confusion.
Why?
Zhang Wuji also looked at Chen Yuan with a puzzled expression, waiting for an explanation.
"These are our props. If you finish eating them, things will get complicated later."
Chen Yuan only said one ambiguous sentence before slowly starting to eat his food.
The meal lasted for two full hours, and it was getting dark.
The tables around them had seen countless customers come and go, and the waiter's gaze towards them began to turn unfriendly.
Chen Yuan: "..."
He muttered to himself.
"What's going on? Is the security situation really that good?"
Just then, two beggars swaggered in.