Chapter 12

Watching the fireworker being flung away, Zhou Yang looked at the masked man in front of him with excitement. No one else knew who the masked man was, but he did. There was only one person who wore a mask and had such overwhelming strength: the Eastern Heretic, Huang Yaoshi.

Not only was Huang Yaoshi the youngest among the Five Greats, but he was also immensely talented.

He had created martial arts such as the Plum Blossom Divine Sword Palm, the Finger-Pointing Skill, the Sea Tide Melody, and many others, at least a dozen in total.

He had also created medicinal formulas like the Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill and the Impermanence Pill...

And array formations like the Twenty-Eight Constellations Formation and the Five Transformations of the Odd Gates...

This was definitely a big client, a big catch.

Although he didn’t have the Nine Yin Manual, Zhou Yang thought that the Nine Yang Manual should be enough to exchange for some secret manuals.

“Ding! The three-day time limit has expired.”

The system’s prompt sounded, and Zhou Yang cursed inwardly. What bad luck, a big deal had just fallen through, and the black horse at the foot of the mountain was gone too. That horse had cost over a hundred taels of silver, which in the modern world would be a BMW or an Audi. Now it was gone just like that.

“Goodbye, Guo Jing, Huang Rong.” Zhou Yang said to Guo Jing and Huang Rong beside him, then his body instantly disappeared into the forest.

A moment later, a gentle breeze blew through the forest, and Guo Jing and the others felt a chill of terror.

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Shangjing Technology College.

After school, the campus was very quiet, with only a few people scattered around. A small number of students were still diligently studying in the study rooms, while most had already left the school to enjoy the outside world. Of course, a few were still in their dorms, the famous otakus.

“Bang, bang, bang...”

In Building 5, Room 5012, the sound of keyboard tapping echoed. In the dorm room, only Chen Feng remained, shirtless, crazily killing monsters and leveling up.

“What secret manual did I get this time?” Looking at the game character he had just killed, Chen Feng’s eyes gleamed.

“Bronze-level martial art, Iron Shirt, Defense +5, Internal Energy +3.”

With a light click, he used it, and the game character’s aura surged. Chen Feng couldn’t help but feel envious.

“Sigh, if only I could have a secret manual to practice.” Chen Feng daydreamed, imagining himself leaping over eaves and breaking stones with his hands, dreams from his youth that he could now only fulfill in games.

Back in the day, he had bought two or three dozen martial arts manuals from street vendors for ten yuan each, and even practiced them diligently for a while. Now, thinking about it, he found it amusing. How could there be real martial arts manuals in this world?

“Do you want to enter the Multiverse Tower to buy martial arts manuals?”

But the next moment, a cold, mechanical voice sounded in his ear, asking if he wanted to buy a manual.

“Could it be that I’m about to get rich, kick off my virginity, remove the loser’s hat, become a CEO, and marry a rich and beautiful woman?” This was Chen Feng’s first thought.

Chen Feng was so excited that every bone in his body trembled, his heart beat several times faster than usual, and his blood flowed with a whooshing sound. His black-rimmed eyes revealed a blood-red eyeball.

“I want it, I want it! Morality, soul, body, I’m willing to pay anything!” Chen Feng growled, afraid of missing this incredible opportunity.

Suddenly, a simple room appeared before his eyes, and he could vaguely see the words “Multiverse Tower.”

But the shock didn’t stop there. A person was already standing in front of the tower.

“You... hello, I am the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, Liu Bian.”

What did he see?

A boy who looked about twelve or thirteen, with a youthful face, a slender figure, and a somewhat introverted personality, wearing a golden dragon robe, claiming to be the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, Liu Bian.

Chen Feng didn’t know who Liu Bian was, but he was clear about one thing: the Han Dynasty was at least a thousand years in the past. My history isn’t great, so don’t lie to me.

“Hello, I am Chen Feng.” Chen Feng steadied himself and said.

“Why don’t we go in and take a look?” After surveying the surroundings, Chen Feng suggested.

Liu Bian nodded and followed behind Chen Feng.

As soon as they entered the room, they found it very small. In a room less than twenty square meters, most of the space was taken up by books, and information about the books automatically appeared in their minds.

“Advanced martial art, Iron Shirt, when perfected, the body becomes as hard as steel, impervious to blades and bullets. Value: 130 value points.”

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“Intermediate martial art, Great Strength Buddha Palm, an extremely hard palm technique. Value: 80 value points.”

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“Top-tier martial art, Golden Bell Cover, the body becomes like a golden bell, invincible from birth. Value: 1000 value points.”

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“Advanced martial art, Child’s Skill, pure and continuous true energy. Value: 350 value points.”

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“Advanced martial art, Prajna Palm, boundless palm power. Value: 300 value points.”

...

“This is the legendary Shaolin Temple’s seventy-two secret skills.” Chen Feng’s mind buzzed, feeling as if a fragrant pie had fallen from the sky onto his head. He turned to look at Liu Bian.

The boy who claimed to be an emperor was staring intently at the Golden Bell Cover, which offered unparalleled defense. Had this child been beaten too often?

“What are value points?” Both of them couldn’t help but wonder, as every item in the room was marked with a certain number of value points.

“Can anything here be bought as long as you have enough value points?”

Whoosh!

A figure suddenly appeared before them, startling them. This figure was Zhou Yang, who had been forcibly summoned by the system.

“Shopkeeper, Great Immortal!” The boy who claimed to be an emperor cried out and immediately knelt down.

“Shopkeeper!” Chen Feng, with trembling legs, quickly bowed.

“Name: Liu Bian.

Plane: End of the Han Dynasty, Emperor of the Han.”

“Name: Chen Feng.

Plane: Modern World, College Freshman.”

“No need to be so formal, please sit.” After briefly examining their information, Zhou Yang quickly helped the trembling Liu Bian to his feet. He didn’t feel particularly noble and didn’t want anyone to kneel to him, especially since modern people’s thoughts made him uncomfortable when they did so.

After a while, the two of them nervously sat on the sofa.

“Chen Feng, what do you want to buy?” Zhou Yang was most curious about Chen Feng.

Although Liu Bian had been an emperor for less than a year before being killed, he was still a ruler and could control many items.

As for Chen Feng, he was a modern person like Zhou Yang. From his appearance, he didn’t seem to come from a wealthy family, so what could he use for trade?

“Shopkeeper, how many years of life would the Purple Star Divine Skill cost?” Chen Feng thought for a moment and asked. The Purple Star Divine Skill was a must-practice martial arts manual for the Hua Mountain Sect, and he was very envious of it.

His family was very ordinary, and he had no gold. As for the Nine Yang Manual, he could only dream about it. Even if he risked his life, he probably couldn’t afford it. No matter how good a manual was, he needed to live to enjoy it.

“Years of life?” Zhou Yang was somewhat surprised. Using one’s lifespan for trade was quite unusual. Value points were just a unified unit; gold, talent, lifespan, virtue, and so on could all be used for trade.

“You’d better use your virtue points first, and if that’s not enough, use your lifespan. The Purple Star Divine Skill requires ten years of life.” Zhou Yang kindly suggested. Under the system’s detection, Chen Feng had five virtue points, which was quite high for an ordinary college student. Saving a person’s life usually earned seven or eight virtue points.

“Ten years of life?” Chen Feng’s eyes showed a hint of hesitation. Ten years of life clearly exceeded his psychological limit. He hadn’t even turned twenty yet, how could he bear to give up ten years of life? “I wonder if practicing can extend one’s life?”

“It can.” Zhou Yang affirmed. As long as one cultivated true energy, the true energy would automatically strengthen the body and extend one’s life by several years.

“Bought!” Chen Feng clenched his fists until they turned white, and a green light emerged from his body.

After being immersed in ancient novels for a long time, he knew that virtue was a good thing and should not be wasted.

Exchanging ten years of life for this manual was a big decision. He didn’t know if he would have another chance to come to the Multiverse Tower, but he couldn’t miss this opportunity.

“Ten years of life, human level, value: 200 value points.”

Zhou Yang took the green light and picked up the Purple Star Divine Skill. In the next moment, two identical manuals appeared in his hands.

“Little Emperor, what about you?” Handing a manual to Chen Feng, Zhou Yang turned to Liu Bian, who was fidgeting, and asked.