Chapter 10

Looking at the empty bookshelves, Zhou Yang's face turned slightly red. What will Shaolin Temple do now? But he couldn't worry about these things. At worst, he could copy the secret manuals again and send them back to the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

"There's not enough time to go to Zhongnan Mountain," Zhou Yang said with a hint of regret, but it was just a hint. After all, the Nine Yang Manual was no less powerful than the Nine Yin Manual, and there were nearly a hundred martial arts manuals in the system that he hadn't even checked. Perhaps there were even more manuals that were on par with the Nine Yin Manual.

He quickly gathered everything he could and put it into his spatial storage, then quickly went downstairs. Just as he came down from the second floor, Zhou Yang heard someone coming in. He immediately crouched down at the table, pretending to copy the scriptures. Then he saw Jueyuan enter, his face filled with anxiety.

"Has the layman copied the scriptures?" Jueyuan asked.

"Not yet!" Zhou Yang replied.

"Layman, I apologize, but due to some unforeseen circumstances, Shaolin Temple needs to close its gates. I hope you understand," Jueyuan bowed deeply to Zhou Yang, his face full of regret.

"There's no need for that. There will be another opportunity. I'll come again next time," Zhou Yang said. In fact, he was also anxious to leave. The second floor of the scripture hall had been completely emptied by him. If Shaolin Temple discovered this, it would be chaos. Now, he was satisfied and eager to leave as soon as possible.

Leaving the scripture hall, Zhou Yang saw all the monks of Shaolin Temple searching the temple with murderous intent, and teams of monks were even searching the mountains. He didn't know what had happened to make these monks, who were usually calm and detached, take such drastic action.

"Awesome! Awesome! Awesome!..."

Zhou Yang couldn't care less about what was happening at Shaolin Temple. As he left the temple, he felt light and airy, as if his body had become two parts lighter while walking down the mountain.

This trip to Shaolin Temple had been incredibly fruitful, so much so that he found it hard to believe. His original goal was just the Nine Yang Manual, but now he had moved all of Shaolin Temple's martial arts manuals.

The Nine Yang Manual, the 72 Shaolin Techniques, the Four Dharma Powers of Bodhidharma... and so on. Just thinking about these martial arts manuals made Zhou Yang feel as if his bones were tingling.

Zhou Yang looked around and, seeing no one, used his mind to return to his room in the modern world.

"Intermediate martial arts, Iron Sand Palm, extremely yang, capable of breaking stones."

"Intermediate martial arts, Great Power Vajra Palm, the strongest and most invincible!"

"Basic martial arts, Shaolin Kicking, swift as thunder, fast as the wind!"

...

The room was filled with various manuals, such as fist manuals, palm manuals, movement manuals, and internal cultivation manuals, totaling about fifty to sixty types, a wide variety.

Looking at the martial arts manuals laid out before him, Zhou Yang felt a surge of excitement. These would be a continuous source of value.

Items like elixirs and bloodline enhancements, once sold, would be gone, but manuals only needed to be copied.

Now it was time for him to choose a more advanced manual. Zhou Yang looked at his less than twenty square meter rental room, which was already mostly occupied by martial arts manuals. With the many manuals from the Shaolin Temple scripture hall, he naturally wouldn't choose to continue cultivating the Purple Mist Divine Technique.

Of course, he would cultivate the most powerful manuals. Zhou Yang quickly filtered out the most valuable manuals, three of which were—

"Top-level martial arts, Golden Bell Cover, immovable as a mountain, unparalleled defense."

"Top-level martial arts, Nine Yang Manual, yin and yang in harmony, both hard and soft."

"Top-level martial arts, Muscle Changing Classic, balanced and harmonious, rapid progress."

Zhou Yang looked at the three neatly arranged manuals, three manuals that would drive martial artists to madness.

These three were the top-level manuals he had obtained from Shaolin Temple, each one making his heart race.

The Muscle Changing Classic, which unblocks the hidden meridians of the human body, absorbs the essence of heaven and earth, and strengthens the body. When cultivating, one must maintain a calm and detached mindset, free from desires.

The Golden Bell Cover, which achieves an indestructible body, immune to all poisons, both internal and external cultivation. The difficulty of cultivation is extremely high, with twelve levels of barriers, and few can pass beyond the eighth level.

The Nine Yang Manual, which unblocks the vital points of the human body, balances yin and yang, and combines hardness and softness, both offensive and defensive. When fully cultivated, one must endure the intense heat and discomfort throughout the body.

However, these cultivation difficulties had no effect on him. Zhou Yang looked at one manual, then another, and having too many manuals was also a problem!

Which one to choose?

What a happy dilemma!

The most painful moment in life is this.

But in the end, Zhou Yang chose the Nine Yang Manual.

Because after cultivating the Nine Yang Manual, one gains an indestructible body similar to the Golden Bell Cover, and it is also a holy scripture for healing, immune to all poisons, and even martial techniques are not needed, as each punch and kick carries immense power.

"Cultivate the Nine Yang Manual!" Zhou Yang said to the system.

"The Nine Yang Manual, divided into five levels, requires 10,000 value points. Do you want to cultivate?"

"The Nine Yang Manual, the first four levels, require 5,000 value points. Do you want to cultivate?"

"The Nine Yang Manual, the first three levels, require 3,000 value points. Do you want to cultivate?"

"The Nine Yang Manual, the first two levels, require 1,000 value points. Do you want to cultivate?"

"The Nine Yang Manual, the first level, requires 50 value points. Do you want to cultivate?"

"Cultivate the first four levels!"

Zhou Yang said, and in the next moment, a warm current flowed through his limbs and bones. He faintly felt a surge of energy within his body, which lasted for about fifteen minutes before gradually subsiding.

At this moment, Zhou Yang found that his body had suddenly become much stronger, with surging blood and qi, as if he had boundless life force. His body was filled with explosive power, and it seemed he could move mountains and control the weather with a single hand.

Of course, this was just a sensation caused by the sudden increase in strength.

To test his strength, Zhou Yang returned to the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes and punched a nearby rock. His fist sank into the stone, and when he pulled it out, a black hole appeared in the rock, surrounded by a web of cracks.

"Too strong!"

Zhou Yang's eyes flashed with excitement. After completing the first four levels of the Nine Yang Manual, his strength had increased by at least several dozen times. He had punched a large hole in the stone ground, and he didn't feel any pain. This change made him incredibly excited.

Host: Zhou Yang.

Level: One-star shop owner.

Power points: 454.

Martial realm: Postnatal realm, Great Perfection.

"Is this the power of the Postnatal realm, Great Perfection?... So terrifying." Zhou Yang marveled at the power of his punch.

Even without the system, with such formidable strength, he could carve out a place for himself in the modern world.

This trip to Shaolin Temple had been incredibly fruitful. Not only did he obtain a large number of martial arts manuals, but his strength had also undergone a fundamental transformation. Zhou Yang felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction, it was too damn awesome.

After calming down, Zhou Yang quickly ran down the mountain, like a giant eagle spreading its wings, like a white crane soaring. Each leap covered several meters.

For the first time in his life, he used lightness skills, and the feeling of flying was exhilarating. Zhou Yang's speed increased, and as he passed the halfway point down the mountain, a scene before him made him stop in his tracks.