Chapter 25

At that time, the young man was dressed in fine clothes and rode a spirited horse, wielding a sword to roam the world... Whenever he saw injustice, he would draw his sword to help! He would eat large pieces of meat and drink copious amounts of wine, how heroic and spirited he was!

And this was precisely the dream Su Yi had had since childhood. Having been in the world of *The Legend of the Condor Heroes* for nearly half a year, he had yet to experience such a wind-like freedom!

Now, finally free from the constraints of the sect, after burning down the wooden house where he had lived for several months, it felt as if the shackles on his body had also been removed. He changed out of his Taoist robe and put on a green robe... the feeling was simply too good!

Actually, compared to the green robe, Su Yi was more fond of a white robe and a white horse, with a paper fan in hand, swaying gently, talking and laughing while effortlessly defeating enemies.

Especially now, his body, pampered and well-cared for, had been nourished by various game and wild flavors during his time in the Quanzhen Sect, making him look fair and delicate. Wearing a white robe made him look even more like a young master from a noble family.

Unfortunately, after trying it out for a day, Su Yi reluctantly discovered that if you wanted to wander the world in a white robe, you would need to bring a whole team of laundry workers, otherwise, the speed of changing clothes would far outpace the speed of washing them.

The ancient world did not have the well-connected roads and clean asphalt and cement of modern times. Here, the saying "there were no roads in the world, but as more people walked, paths were formed" was best illustrated. The roads were all trodden by people... the ground was covered with mud and dust. If someone walked a bit faster, they would kick up a cloud of dust.

If you wore a white robe, it would be dyed gray in less than half a day!

As for the gentle swaying of the paper fan... Oh, in the hottest summer, the temperature in ancient times rarely exceeded twenty degrees. Apart from the most pretentious and affected scholars, no one would carry a paper fan to show off...

With no choice, Su Yi had to settle for the green robe. He carried a precious sword on his back and rode a white horse, fulfilling his wish. He leisurely made his way to Shaoshi Mountain.

Since he was heading to Shaoshi Mountain, his destination was naturally Shaolin Temple. At this time, Shaolin Temple was no longer as glorious as it was during the *Heavenly Dragon* era. After the disaster of the fire temple monk, many disciples had died or been injured, and its strength had greatly diminished.

This was also why the Quanzhen Sect was now the top sect in the martial world, not only because Wang Chongyang was in the limelight, but also because Shaolin Temple had become too weak.

As a disciple of the current top sect, Su Yi's visit to the former top sect was not to challenge them, of course, he didn't have that ability. What he sought was the *Nine Yang Manual* hidden in the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion!

The main deity had previously said that not only could one gain fortune by seizing the protagonist's items, but true treasures also carried a fortune bonus. In the martial world, treasures naturally referred to martial arts manuals. If finding the *Nine Yang Manual* didn't bring any fortune, it would be too unreasonable.

Moreover, Su Yi's current weakest point in martial arts was his internal cultivation. He had the Spiral Nine Shadows for lightness, the Shadow Sword Technique for swordsmanship, and the Heart-Crushing Palm for hand-to-hand combat, but his internal cultivation was pitifully limited to the Quanzhen Sect's internal technique, which was too slow to advance...

It wasn't that the Quanzhen Sect's internal technique was bad, but its progress was too slow. If he practiced diligently, in four years, his internal strength might be slightly better than Guo Jing, but not by much...

Therefore, seeking other methods was imperative! Liang Ziweng's snake was not yet fully grown, and he had not yet joined Wanyan Honglie's camp, making it difficult to find him. Moreover, Su Yi was far from his match, and seeking death was out of the question!

The upper volume of the *Nine Yin Manual* was currently in the hands of Zhou Botong on Peach Blossom Island. Huang Yaoshi and his daughter were likely still there. If Su Yi dared to seek them out, Huang Yaoshi would certainly kill and bury him!

In comparison, obtaining the *Nine Yang Manual* was much simpler. The people of Shaolin Temple did not know that their Buddhist scriptures contained a *Nine Yang Manual* that was as famous as the *Nine Yin Manual*. Stealing... no, taking it would be much easier...

While sitting on his horse, Su Yi closed his eyes to rest and recalled the origin of the *Nine Yang Manual* from his previous life.

The *Nine Yang Manual*, unlike the *Nine Yin Manual* which covered a wide range of martial arts including internal cultivation, boxing, swordsmanship, and lightness, was solely an internal cultivation technique... However, with just this internal cultivation technique, the *Nine Yang Manual* was on par with the *Nine Yin Manual*.

After successfully cultivating the *Nine Yang Manual*, the true qi in the body would be inexhaustible and spontaneously circulate, making one immune to all poisons. Moreover, any martial arts from any sect could be learned at a glance and used immediately. This alone made it superior to the Daoist *Xiao Wu Xiang Gong*.

After all, the *Xiao Wu Xiang Gong* only imitated various martial arts, with its foundation still rooted in Daoism, while the *Nine Yang Manual* truly and thoroughly mastered them. In the past, Xiao Zhang had once used the *Nine Yang Manual* to thoroughly understand the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand after just a few glances... Even more impressively, he had learned the Heaven Moving Shift, which the former leader of the Ming Sect, Yang Dingtian, had failed to master for decades, in just a few hours.

Could Yang Dingtian, who had become the leader of the Ming Sect, be a mere incompetent? It could only be said that the *Nine Yang Manual* was incredibly powerful!

There were two theories about the origin of the *Nine Yang Manual* on the internet. One claimed that this manual was written by Bodhidharma and brought to China when he came to spread Buddhism, which is why it was hidden in the Buddhist scriptures.

The second theory, however, seemed more reliable.

It was said that during the *The Legend of the Condor Heroes* era, there was a wine-drinking monk. This monk was extremely skilled in martial arts and was a close friend of Wang Chongyang. After Wang Chongyang won the title of the world's strongest and obtained the *Nine Yin Manual*, the wine-drinking monk borrowed it to read. He lamented that the manual was too yin and too destructive, which was against the natural order. Therefore, he copied all his lifetime's knowledge onto a Buddhist scripture, hoping that someone in the future would obtain this martial arts to counter the *Nine Yin Manual*... This was the origin of the *Nine Yang Manual*.

The names "Nine Yin" and "Nine Yang" clearly indicated opposition, with a strong sense of rivalry, naturally because no one in the martial world would admit to being inferior to another. The wine-drinking monk did not consider himself inferior to Huang Shang, hence the similar name...

Regardless of which theory, Su Yi could be certain that in this era, the *Nine Yang Manual* was definitely lying quietly in the *Leng Jia Sutra*, and there was no risk of it being missing.

Su Yi seemed to hear the wine-drinking monk's loud cry: "Want my martial arts? If you want, I can give it all to you! Go to Shaolin Temple, I have placed the strongest martial arts there!"

Just thinking about how he would soon be like Xiao Zhang in the future, with deep internal cultivation, immunity to all poisons, and the ability to learn any martial arts at a glance, Su Yi was so excited that his whole body trembled. This was completely like a cheat code!

At that moment, he happened to be passing through a street. Two women carrying baskets of vegetables walked by and, seeing Su Yi trembling on his horse, couldn't help but whisper to each other, "This young master looks quite handsome and talented, but who would have thought he has epilepsy, such a pity!"

"That's not right, epilepsy causes foaming at the mouth. This young master is just trembling all over. I think he just has a seizure."

As they spoke, their eyes were filled with sympathy.

Hearing their comments, Su Yi quickly reined in his wild thoughts, coughed, and composed himself, slowly riding his horse forward.