Chapter 29

That night, after a night of intense effort, there was nothing more to say.

"Mr. Yang, the monk has brought you the Lengqie Sutra you requested."

The next day, the little monk brought the Lengqie Sutra that Su Yi had been longing for and knocked on Su Yi's door.

Creak!

The door opened in response, and Su Yi's lifeless eyes appeared inside, staring intently at the little monk.

"Ah... Mr. Yang, what's wrong with you?"

The little monk trembled, pointing at Su Yi in disbelief.

"Huh? Is there something wrong with me?" Su Yi rubbed his dark eye circles and asked drowsily.

"Didn't you sleep all night?"

"Sleep?" Su Yi squinted his eyes as if he hadn't woken up yet. "What sleep? Did I sleep? I didn't sleep? Did you sleep?"

"No... nothing... I've already slept." The little monk took a step back, feeling a bit scared by Mr. Yang at this moment.

"Mr. Yang, the Lengqie Sutra you wanted, the monk has brought it to you."

"Oh, give it to me." Su Yi closed his eyes and extended his hand.

The little monk carefully placed the Lengqie Sutra in Su Yi's hand.

Bang!

The wooden door was slammed shut, and Su Yi's figure disappeared, leaving the little monk alone, trembling with fear.

Oh no, oh no, Mr. Yang must have been too tired from copying the scriptures all night. Why does he seem a bit out of it now? What if he accidentally damages the scripture? If it gets damaged, my master will make me face the wall again.

The little monk paced anxiously outside the door, too afraid to knock and enter, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Su Yi had no time to pay attention to the little monk's thoughts. After much hardship and numerous trials, he finally obtained the Lengqie Sutra.

He carefully opened the Lengqie Sutra, caressing the surface of the text with a gentleness that surpassed even the most tender touch, flipping through the pages slowly, searching for any hidden secrets in the margins.

Sure enough, after a short while, he saw a few lines of small text faintly written in one of the margins.

His eyes, already tired from a sleepless night, were struggling to see clearly. Su Yi leaned in, squinting to read the lines, which indeed described the method of circulating internal energy.

"Every movement, whether forward, backward, left, or right, should have a definite direction. When you start to move, it should not be by your own will, but you must carefully perceive and follow the opponent's movements, bending and stretching as they do, neither losing contact nor resisting. Do not move on your own. If the opponent has strength, you should also have strength, but your strength should be first. If the opponent has no strength, you should also have no strength, but your intention should still be first..."

Su Yi frowned. These few lines were quite obscure. Though they were only a few words, they seemed to contain profound truths of the universe. Just reading them once, he felt his internal energy starting to circulate spontaneously.

It seems this is the *Nine Yang Manual*.

Su Yi continued flipping through the pages, and there were a few more lines scattered throughout the Lengqie Sutra, appearing every few pages.

I finally have the *Nine Yang Manual*!

Excitement overcame Su Yi, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud. All his hard work had not been in vain. He had finally obtained the most powerful internal energy technique in the world. He couldn't help but pace back and forth in the room, his mind too agitated to settle.

This is the *Nine Yang Manual*! Back in the day, the Shaolin, Emei, and Wudang sects each obtained only a small part of this manual, yet it greatly enhanced their strength. Zhang Xiaofeng, who obtained the complete manual, was able to rival the Five Greats of the later *The Return of the Condor Heroes* at a young age, his internal energy strength on par with Guo Jing, who was considered the strongest at the time.

Among all the protagonists in Jin Yong's series, except for Duan Yu and Xuzhu, who were artificially created experts, only Zhang Wujie, at less than twenty years old, became a rare supreme expert, unbeatable in the world!

This honor surpasses even the likes of Qiao Feng, Guo Jing, and Yang Guo.

And now, this supreme martial treasure is in my hands.

Su Yi tightly clutched the Lengqie Sutra, ignoring the fatigue from copying the scriptures all night, and quickly took out the homemade bamboo pen he had hidden in his chest. He spread out a piece of white silk and began to copy the content of the manual.

To prevent the manual from being stolen, he even wrote it in simplified characters. Of course, he could copy traditional characters, but writing them himself was beyond his ability.

Simplified characters are derived from traditional characters. If someone who can read simplified characters reads traditional characters, they can usually recognize them. However, if someone who can only read traditional characters reads simplified characters, they would likely be as confused as if they were reading a book from heaven.

Even if this white silk were to be lost and found by someone else, they would certainly not dare to practice it casually!

After all, martial arts manuals are extremely precise. Even a single wrong character can cause significant problems. According to Su Yi's knowledge, only Ouyang Feng could practice a wrong manual and still achieve something, but even he, with his extraordinary talent, ended up insane.

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The *Nine Yang Manual* is profound, with each sentence containing supreme martial truths, but its length is only a few hundred words. In less than half an hour, Su Yi had copied the entire manual onto the white silk.

After carefully proofreading the content to ensure there were no errors, Su Yi tightly stored the white silk on his person and let out a sigh of relief.

"Right!"

Su Yi seemed to suddenly remember something and took out the dagger inscribed with "Yang Kang." He carefully scraped the paper of the Lengqie Sutra.

If the little monk were in the room, he would have probably rushed up in terror and shouted, "What are you doing with that knife to my scripture?"

Unfortunately, there was no one in the room, allowing Su Yi to complete his feat.

After an incense stick's time, the *Nine Yang Manual* was no longer to be found in the Lengqie Sutra. This world-renowned treasure disappeared from history due to Su Yi's actions.

[Obtained the *Nine Yang Manual*. Current fortune plundering degree: 35%.]

Just 15% more? Su Yi couldn't believe it. He never thought that a single scripture could provide him with half the fortune needed to eliminate a protagonist. The *Nine Yang Manual* is truly an extraordinary and unparalleled martial art.

As a martial arts enthusiast, the first thought upon obtaining such a supreme martial art was to practice it. Su Yi wanted to start practicing the *Nine Yang Manual* immediately, but remembering his current location, he reluctantly put aside the idea. The Shaolin Abbot was very old and likely very powerful. If he were to practice the manual under his watchful eye and the abbot noticed something, it would be disastrous.

Forget it, the character for "endure" has a knife on top. I'll wait until I leave the mountain to practice it seriously!

Suppressing his impulse, Su Yi sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, calmed his mind, and silently practiced the Quanzhen Sect's internal energy technique. As the energy flowed, his excitement gradually subsided.

"Calm down, I need to stay calm. This is the final moment, and it's the easiest time to make a mistake. I need to stay calm!"

While silently encouraging himself, Su Yi slowly sat at the desk, picked up the brush he had been using for the past few days, opened the Lengqie Sutra, and continued to copy it slowly.