Chapter 46

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The most important thing is that if this technique is based on a wood-type technique, its effectiveness is even better, as if tailor-made. After cultivation, the momentum is like a surging torrent, extremely grand and bold, and it fits his personality even more.

When combined with the fierce and dominant power of the Vajra Fist, it can significantly boost his strength.

Chen Zhengfeng, thinking he was not interested, pointed to the green-covered book in the middle, which was placed at the highest position, and continued, "The Ascending Technique is the clan's most prestigious technique."

Chen Mo's pupils constricted. What did this mean? Could he even choose the Ascending Technique?

How could he not know about the Ascending Technique? This technique has always been exclusive to the clan leader.

"A great roc rises on the wind, ascending straight to the nine heavens. Even if the wind stops and it descends, it can still stir the vast ocean."

This describes the characteristics of this technique. It is a wood-type technique, said to have been created by a remarkable person who was inspired by the legendary divine bird Kunpeng, and later obtained by the Chen family by chance.

This technique can temporarily enhance one's mystic energy, accelerating cultivation progress, and the foundation is also very stable. "Ascending straight" means that with the guidance of one's own mystic energy, the mystic energy transformed by this technique will be more abundant, and the advancement will be more stable.

Wood-type mystic energy is known for its stability, self-healing, and healing properties, and it is easy to enhance. However, its obvious drawback is poor explosive power.

The explosive power he could unleash time and again was due to the extremely yang and firm nature of the Light Mystic Energy.

However, even as a wood-type mystic energy, the Ascending Technique has a remarkable power.

But this is a technique only the clan leader has the right to learn. Would they really give it to him? If they did, wouldn't it mean they had already decided on the future clan leader?

Chen Zhengfeng, known for his strictness, caution, and grandeur, governed the family with strict rules and regulations. There were many things he would not break the rules for, even if it meant losing face.

"The reward for this martial arts competition includes the Ascending Technique. Moreover, I have high hopes for your future. With your character and potential, you have a great chance of becoming a先天 (Xiantian) strong, reviving our Chen family."

As he spoke, his hand reached out to take the Ascending Technique.

"Clan leader, you haven't mentioned the Thunderbolt Three Styles yet." Chen Mo, though extremely tempted, had his own considerations.

Chen Zhengfeng looked at him in surprise, then withdrew his hand and pointed to the bamboo scroll on the side of the shelf.

"That is the Thunderbolt Three Styles, three profound mystic techniques conceived by our ancestors, not a cultivation method. However, after cultivation, its power surpasses the 'Seven Waves' and the 'Battle Sea Calm Wind' in the Ascending Technique. Therefore, it is stored in the scripture hall with these two techniques. However, the Thunderbolt Three Styles are just mystic techniques, without a cultivation method, so in terms of cost-effectiveness, they are slightly inferior."

The Thunderbolt Three Styles are powerful, but they are just mystic techniques. Compared to the two cultivation methods, their value is self-evident.

"Clan leader, I'll take it."

Chen Zhengfeng was stunned and hurriedly advised, "Chen Mo, don't be tempted by its power. The Thunderbolt Three Styles are just a mystic technique. Moreover, they are extremely difficult, with strict conditions and are hard to understand. To be honest, I have also cultivated the Thunderbolt Three Styles for over ten years, and I have only achieved a slight success."

"Clan leader, I have already made up my mind. I want the Thunderbolt Three Styles." Chen Mo's eyes were firm and clear, having made his decision.

Chen Zhengfeng was speechless, but Chen Mo had the right to make his choice. He took the Thunderbolt Three Styles and handed them to Chen Mo to study in the secret room, then left.

Spirit-grade techniques are never lent out or leaked. Moreover, each mystic technique is sealed with talismans to convey the technique's essence, aiding future practitioners in understanding and cultivation.

Currently, only the Grand Elder in the family can work with talisman masters to achieve this. Sealing the essence of a technique costs at least 100,000 gold pieces.

This is why spirit-grade techniques are only available to a few core disciples in the family.

As for Chen Mo, he had thoroughly considered his choice.

"The Great Light Divine Technique has already made me generate a trace of extremely yang and firm mystic energy, like a ray of intense sunlight. The拳意 (fist intent) of the Great Desolate Thunder Path has also greatly benefited me. Thunder is righteous, surging, and powerful, opening up and expanding. Moreover, it is a kind of light, a light that can pierce through darkness and chaos. All these elements resonate with the Great Light Technique."

Chen Mo flipped through the "Thunderbolt Three Styles," having chosen it after deep consideration. He is not a fool; how could he not know that it is just a mystic technique, and that the mysteries and value of cultivation methods far surpass those of mystic techniques of the same level?

"Having the Great Light Divine Technique as my foundation, if I were to cultivate the Seven Waves or the Ascending Technique, it would be putting the cart before the horse. Moreover, greed leads to indigestion; it's better to master one technique than to dabble in many. The Great Desolate Thunder Path, combined with Light Mystic Energy, will yield much higher benefits when cultivating the Thunderbolt Three Styles than the Ascending Technique."

Thinking about this, Chen Mo felt a sense of relief, and a smile appeared on his face.

The item in his hands did not disappoint him. The language was indeed obscure, but after reading it once, Chen Mo did not regret his choice; instead, he felt even more eager and excited. If he had not cultivated the Great Desolate Thunder Path before, he would have chosen something else, but now, this was the wisest choice.

Unconsciously, the sky had darkened. Chen Mo continued to study the Thunderbolt Three Styles, immersed in their profound mysteries. Through the talismans on the secret text, he personally experienced the essence and meaning of the Thunderbolt Three Styles.

Just as he had studied the Great Desolate Thunder Path in the nameless cave.

Unconsciously, he thought about his battle with Chen Xuan, where he had taken a risky move and used the Vajra Demon Subduing Technique to win.

Thinking about this, he felt a deep sense of admiration. Chen Xuan, the first among the young generation, had hidden his strength so deeply. With just a peak high-stage Spirit Apprentice, he could defeat other members of the family. If not for his own peak high-stage Spirit Apprentice status and the fist intent of the Great Desolate Thunder Path, which greatly increased his strength, he would have ended up in a shameful defeat.

He is now a peak high-stage Spirit Apprentice, and the next step is to become a Spirit Master. If successful, his strength will surely advance further. However, to break through, he needs not only accumulation but also to overcome the bottleneck.

The more he thought about it, the more depressed and anxious he became. Many peak high-stage Spirit Apprentices get stuck at this bottleneck and remain unproductive for the rest of their lives. The older they get, the harder it is to break through.

The sky outside was dark and gloomy, as if it were about to drip with ink.

"Whoosh—" A gust of wind blew in, entering the small building and passing over Chen Mo's chest, dispelling the闷气 (stagnant energy) in his heart.

"Rustle—" The leaves outside rustled in the wind, like boiling water about to burst out, or like pages of a book being flipped rapidly, about to turn to a new chapter.

"Crack... Boom!"

His eyes, feeling sore, were refreshed by the cool breeze, feeling exceptionally good. As he looked up, a loud thunderclap echoed in his ears, like a heavy axe striking his heart, and a beam of light emerged from the chaos, gradually brightening.

For some reason, Chen Mo instinctively took out an extremely precious Clear Spirit Pill and swallowed it. Then, a cool stream of energy flowed through his body, making him feel extremely comfortable.

At this moment, Chen Mo's mind was exceptionally calm. Listening to the thunder, his heart became even more at peace.

He heard some strange, viscous water sounds, the sound of blood flowing.

"Thump, thump..." Then the heart and internal organs began to move.

"Boom!" Another thunderclap, and the soil outside the window was scattered, creating a pit on the ground.

The thunder, seemingly close at hand, brought a rolling vibration into his body. It affected his internal organs, which in turn affected his meridians, causing the blood to vibrate, and the vibration was transmitted to the mystic energy, which circulated in his body, causing his bones to vibrate as well.

This sensation was slow but felt like being eroded by countless ants, penetrating from the outside to the inside. He could clearly feel the different vibrations in his blood.

This vibration was extremely similar to the thunder in the world, yet different.

The rain poured down, and the thunder roared one after another, as if trying to vent all the pent-up anger and injustice.

Chen Mo's mind was as calm as water, completely free of distractions, forgetting where he was, who he was, and any worries. In the world, only various sounds remained.

The blood, bones, internal organs, meridians, and mystic energy, now a single entity, continued to change slowly. In his mind, the image of the Great Desolate Thunder Path's fist intent gradually became clearer, gradually aligning with the thunder. Until they were perfectly integrated.

He felt a continuous, urgent thunder, which suddenly gathered from all directions, forming a thunder column that shot up into the dark, chaotic sky. Instantly, it felt like a cool breeze washed over his body.

"Boom!"

Just like the scene in the Great Desolate Thunder Path, but at the end, a sudden thunderclap suddenly shattered the dark clouds.

It turned out that whether it was the scattered lightning or the original sunlight in the sky, they both provided a kind of light.

He breathed in and out, his blood flowed rapidly, and his body temperature quickly rose. The sweat that appeared on his body was immediately evaporated into white smoke, and his skin turned purplish due to the blood rush. The intense flow also maximized the body's metabolism, causing his internal organs to churn and his bones to creak. The extremely yang and fierce Light Mystic Energy surged through his body.

All the mystic energy in his body seemed endless, starting from the qi sea, like a rising tide, rushing to his entire body, his limbs, his blood vessels, and his pores. Wherever it passed, it felt like rapid lightning crawling under his skin, or fierce heat, or a hot ball born from his qi sea, expanding to fill his entire body. Besides the heat, it left an extremely comfortable tingling sensation.

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