Chapter 71

"Dizzy."

Zhao Yun swayed, but finally got up. He couldn't be too harsh; he knew when to stop.

Otherwise, people would curse him.

The young master of the Zhao family was really good at acting!

Or rather, this way of making money was faster.

Hmm, good acting, high appearance fees.

This was the meaning behind the onlookers' gazes. They secretly thought that when they had time, they should also come to the city lord's residence and stroll around. There were plenty of wealthy people in Wanggu City.

Sigh.

Zhao Yun sighed, one hand on his forehead, and pretended to limp as he walked.

This sigh made everyone's lips twitch. What was the deal? He had just swindled several thousand taels, and he wasn't even happy? It was as if he had suffered a great loss.

Liu Cangkong, in particular, was especially annoyed. A trip out, and several thousand taels were gone. He was the head of the family, true, but silver didn't grow on trees. Being swindled like this was truly frustrating.

In the end, he had underestimated Zhao Yun. Truly, the more useless a person, the more trouble they cause, catching him off guard.

"Hey, did that guy run away?"

Many of the old men stroked their beards. Zhao Yun, who had been limping, suddenly ran off. He didn't look injured at all, but rather lively and energetic!

Impressive!

The old man Wang sighed. A disciple of the imperial family, indeed extraordinary, swindling everyone, even his father-in-law.

But to be fair, it was Liu Cangkong's own fault. Bullying the young, he deserved to be swindled.

Wanggu City at night was quite bustling.

Zhao Yun's legs moved swiftly.

Mainly because, when one is happy, one feels refreshed. Look at the thick stack of silver bills in his arms, it was comforting.

Returning to the armory, Liu Ruxin was already asleep.

Zhao Yun quietly stood by the bed, using his true essence to nourish Liu Ruxin's body.

Looking closely, his wife was quite beautiful. The longer he looked, the more his heart raced, and a surge of desire rose up.

But he forced it down.

After nourishing her, he sneaked out of the room and took out the jade box Yang Xiong had given him.

Breaking the seal, he found a pill, a purple pill. Under the moonlight, the two pill patterns on it were extremely eye-catching.

Indeed, it was a two-pattern purple pill.

"Good stuff."

Zhao Yun held the pill, examining it under the moonlight. It was crystal clear and exuded a pleasant aroma. Just one sniff made him feel refreshed.

Growing up, this was the first time he had seen a two-pattern pill. It was a longevity pill, as described in secret scrolls.

As the name suggests, it was a pill to extend one's lifespan. Old people loved such pills, as living a few more years was more practical than anything else.

Yang Xiong giving this pill showed his sincerity.

He wondered if Yang Xiong would spit blood if he knew the truth.

"Put it in the small gourd."

Suddenly, a soft voice echoed.

Zhao Yun's eyes lit up, looking at his consciousness. It was the Moon Goddess waking up, stretching lazily.

She had slept long enough, and her soul power seemed more refined, even more ethereal.

"Put it in the small gourd."

The Moon Goddess yawned, repeating the same words.

"Is there any special reason?"

Zhao Yun took the purple-golden small gourd and put the two-pattern longevity pill inside. The gourd contained spiritual liquid, and after putting it in, he shook it.

When he looked again, the pill had dissolved into the spiritual liquid, and a fragrant pill vapor escaped from the gourd's mouth, refreshing the mind. Drinking a mouthful, he felt a stream of clear water flow through his body, invigorating his spirit, much purer than the spiritual liquid.

"Whose dragon blood did you swallow?"

The Moon Goddess held a phantom mirror, combing her hair as she asked.

"Niujia Village."

Zhao Yun replied casually, still shaking the small gourd, looking inside every few shakes.

"Lucky."

"Xiu'er, can you teach me alchemy?" Zhao Yun put away the small gourd and smiled at the Moon Goddess.

"When you find celestial fire, I'll teach you." The Moon Goddess spoke calmly.

"Celestial fire."

Zhao Yun coughed, looking at the beast fire in the Pill Sea. It was indeed remarkable, but compared to celestial fire, it was far inferior.

As he muttered, a sheet of golden characters appeared in his consciousness. Each character was radiant, clearly a secret technique transmitted by the Moon Goddess. With his soul power restored, he could remember it easily.

"Battle Saint Technique."

Zhao Yun looked up, reading it out slowly. It was a close-combat divine technique.

After reading it, his eyes sparkled.

The technique described in great detail the human body's limbs, organs, and meridians, explaining how to maximize power and strike vital points for a fatal blow.

As for the techniques, they were varied, including palm techniques, fist techniques, and leg techniques, encompassing a wide range of methods, many of which were highly unconventional. If he hadn't seen them, he wouldn't have known such techniques existed, and he had never tried them before.

This was just the basics.

What the Moon Goddess transmitted was just the tip of the iceberg, but it came with illusions, allowing him to clearly see the evolution of many techniques. How much he could understand depended on his insight.

"This technique requires a very high level of physical strength. Don't be overly ambitious and risk injuring your foundation." The Moon Goddess said calmly.

Without her saying, Zhao Yun understood. Not to mention other things, just the unconventional techniques were not something ordinary martial cultivators could perform. One mistake could result in serious injury.

However, precisely because it transcended the norm, it could catch opponents off guard. The Battle Saint Technique was indeed profound, exuding a fierce and dominant aura throughout.

After three hours, he finally stood up and practiced the technique under the moonlight. The powerful techniques caused his muscles and bones to ache intensely. Using this technique with insufficient physical strength was akin to self-mutilation.

Roar! Roar!

Under the moon, dragon roars echoed. Each of Zhao Yun's movements was accompanied by a powerful dragon roar, the technique's power was overwhelmingly dominant. The Battle Saint Technique was offensive, requiring a fearless and invincible mindset.

He gradually possessed these qualities.

Dawn quietly arrived.

He didn't stop, still practicing, evolving from imitating the techniques to integrating their essence.

But this was still just the surface.

To master the essence and reach perfection, it would take much more time and practice. Moreover, he couldn't practice in isolation; he needed to gain insights through combat to achieve better results.

"What kind of technique is this?"

The old man in the hemp robe had come out of his room and leaned on the railing, looking down with surprise. Zhao Yun's techniques were not only unconventional but also extremely dominant.

Taught by his master.

Zhao Yun didn't speak, his expression said it all. He needed to fool this old man.

Even if he didn't say it, the old man in the hemp robe believed it. At least, he had never seen such a technique before. If it wasn't taught by his master, no one would believe it.

Zhao Yun finally stopped, drenched in sweat, his muscles and bones aching intensely, akin to bone-washing and body-refining. It was indeed difficult for ordinary people to practice, but combined with body-refining, it was mutually beneficial, greatly refining the body.

At this moment, drinking a mouthful of the spiritual liquid infused with the longevity pill felt even more wonderful, dispelling much of his fatigue.

"I heard you went to swindle last night." The old man in the hemp robe smiled, clearly knowing about last night's events.

Because he knew, he sighed. It turned out there was a drama queen in the garden? Not many could make Liu Cangkong suffer.

"Poor!"

Zhao Yun replied.

Cultivation was resource-intensive, and his silver was almost spent. The several thousand taels from last night were his last savings. Without money, he had to find a way to get some!

Speaking of silver, he packed his belongings.

After a delay of two or three days, it was time to explore for treasures. He was quite curious about how many treasures Night Wolf had and what the precious item was.