Chapter 23

The next day, when Zhou Yang woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.

Due to the loss of his tail, Sun Wukong had difficulty maintaining balance and started practicing in the courtyard early in the morning. By the time Zhou Yang got up, Sun Wukong was already able to move freely, though he was very hungry.

Preparing breakfast was a busy affair. Zhou Yang took Sun Wukong to the forest near Luoyang to hunt wild beasts. For breakfast, they had a large tiger over two meters long and four or five giant wolves. Fortunately, they had a microwave in Bulma's universal capsule; otherwise, the kitchen of the National Master's residence would have been busy for half a day.

After breakfast, Zhou Yang led Bulma and the others, riding horses, towards the Cavalry Camp. A group of servants followed behind, pulling carts loaded with boxes of instant noodles, bags of sausages, and bottles of liquor.

It had to be admitted that the people of the late Han and Three Kingdoms era had a strong tolerance. When Zhou Yang left the National Master's residence, a group of children followed behind, pointing and whispering about Wulong, showing no fear.

Especially when they passed through the red-light districts, the beautifully dressed women kept winking at Wulong, making him excited and howling. If not for Bulma's threats, Wulong would have already rushed into the colorful and beautiful flower beds.

"Salutations to the National Master." Outside the city gate, Cao Cao, Jia Xu, Guo Jia, Cao Ren, and many others were waiting, looking up in anticipation.

After yesterday's banquet, these civil and military officials had a mix of emotions in their eyes: fear, worry, confusion, relief, and admiration. It was hard to read their complex feelings.

Zhou Yang waved his hand, and the group set off in a grand procession towards the Cavalry Camp.

When the boxes of instant noodles, sausages, and liquor were unloaded from the carts into the Cavalry Camp, the soldiers' gazes towards Zhou Yang changed. Everyone in Luoyang knew about the National Master's banquet, where the high-ranking officials entered standing and left lying down, mostly because they were too full.

Today, the National Master had brought rewards and food from the celestial realm. The packaging of each item was exquisitely crafted, with patterns that seemed naturally formed.

Everyone looked at Zhou Yang with fiery, almost fanatical eyes. They would not hesitate to attack Luoyang City if ordered.

"One box per squad, one bottle of liquor per person," Zhou Yang instructed, and the servants began distributing them according to the ranks.

The ten thousand cavalry began to eat. This was the first time they had tasted such delicious food, and even Cao Cao and the others could not resist joining in.

After the meal, which left a lasting impression on everyone, Zhou Yang was pulled by Bulma to take photos in the camp. The young girl's face was flushed with excitement.

About an hour later, Zhou Yang left the Cavalry Camp and returned to the modern world with Bulma and the others.

"Cold~ Cold~"

As soon as they returned to the villa, a moan sounded in Zhou Yang's ear. He looked over and saw a young man curled up in front of the Multiverse Tower, shivering, pale, and with blue lips.

"Name: Zhang Wuji.

Dimension: The Legend of the Condor Heroes, the Chosen One."

Zhang Wuji was in this state because the cold poison in his body had flared up.

Zhou Yang quickly reached out to help Zhang Wuji up and said, "Sit cross-legged and calm your mind."

In a semi-comatose state, Zhang Wuji mechanically followed Zhou Yang's instructions, feeling a warm current flow into his body. After a moment, the cold pain gradually subsided.

He opened his eyes and saw Zhou Yang sitting behind him, channeling energy to heal him. Zhang Wuji was amazed and wondered how he had fallen off a cliff and ended up in the Multiverse Tower. Was he dreaming?

Bulma, Sun Wukong, and Wulong watched as a thin mist rose from the heads of the two men, each feeling amazed. Bulma even took out a device to measure something.

After about ten minutes, with Zhou Yang's powerful Nine Yang True Qi, the chaotic cold energy in Zhang Wuji's body gradually stabilized, and Zhou Yang withdrew his energy.

"Please, Master, save me." Zhang Wuji knelt down and bowed deeply, fully recovered from the cold poison. He knew this was not a dream; the Multiverse Tower could indeed cure his cold poison.

"Get up first," Zhou Yang sighed helplessly. "You bowed so deeply, how can I take advantage of you?"

Zhang Wuji pressed his forehead to the ground, not lifting his head. Zhou Yang had to help him up, and he finally stood.

Seeing Zhang Wuji look at him with hope, Zhou Yang smiled and said, "Your cold poison can be cured with a few methods."

"Master, what methods can save me?" Zhang Wuji asked excitedly.

For eight years, he had been tormented by the cold poison. His master had sought help everywhere, and he had studied medicine to treat his condition. To avoid troubling his master, he had wandered alone since the age of twelve.

During this time, he had endured much suffering and faced countless moments of despair and being cast into the depths.

Unfortunately... the cold poison in his body remained unresolved, and he had at most half a year to live.

"Actually, your condition is not as serious as you think. As long as the cold poison is resolved, your body will recover," Zhou Yang explained.

"I have two cultivation techniques that can completely resolve it." Zhou Yang waved his hand, and two manuals appeared in his hands.

Surprise! What a surprise! The two manuals were the Nine Yang True Scripture and the Yi Jin Jing.

"Do you think these two techniques can resolve it?" Zhou Yang smiled at Zhang Wuji.

"Master, are you really going to teach me these techniques?" Zhang Wuji asked, disbelieving.

The Nine Yang True Scripture was a world-renowned secret manual that even his master wanted to see. It had given rise to two major schools: Emei and Wudang, and even Shaolin Temple had parts of it.

The Yi Jin Jing was the signature technique of Shaolin Temple. Could it resolve the cold poison? Yes, it could.

Zhou Yang smiled slyly and said, "I will give you the manuals, but in exchange, you must give me all the medical and poison techniques you have learned."

After saying this, Zhou Yang felt his face growing thicker.

Zhang Wuji's current situation indicated that he had already fallen into the Kunlun Mountains, and his first great adventure was about to begin.

From his first adventure, he would become unstoppable, mastering the Nine Yang True Qi, the Nine Yang Divine Skill, the Tai Chi Sword, the Holy Fire Command Skill, and later the Nine Yin True Scripture and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, making him virtually invincible with deep inner strength, even surpassing Zhang Sanfeng.

Additionally, he was an expert in medicine and poison, and by the age of twenty, he had already achieved great success, defeating the six major sects—Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, Kongtong, and Huashan—alone at the Bright Peak.

"Master, the martial arts I learned at Wudang cannot be traded without my master's permission," Zhang Wuji said firmly. If he spoke up, the manuals would be his, and his life would be saved, but he had his own principles.

"Of course, that's fine," Zhou Yang said without hesitation. Apart from the Tai Chi Canon created by Zhang Sanfeng, Zhou Yang did not value the other techniques. This young man's potential had yet to be fully realized, and the future held greater rewards.

"Thank you, Master." Zhang Wuji's face was full of excitement. He thought Zhou Yang was just trying to make him feel less guilty and was grateful.

Seeing Zhang Wuji's grateful expression, Zhou Yang was speechless.

Zhang Wuji chose the Nine Yang True Scripture, and three jade slips floated out of his body.

"Advanced Martial Art: Seven Injuries Fist, one of the Kongtong Sect's signature techniques, value: 150 points."

"Ordinary Medical Technique: The Nameless Medical Canon, created by Hu Qingniu, value: 300 points."

"Ordinary Poison Technique: The Nameless Poison Canon, created by Wang Nangu, value: 250 points."

Zhou Yang collected the three jade slips, feeling pleased. He had recovered a significant portion of the value.

"Buzz~"

At that moment, a black hole appeared in the air, and a snow-white old ape appeared. His belly was covered in pus and blood, with a large sore emitting a foul odor.

Fortunately, the sore had not yet become infected and rotten, or he would not have many days left.

"Name: Old Ape.

Dimension: The Legend of the Condor Heroes, has a scripture in his belly."

"Master, save me." Zhou Yang heard an old voice in his ear.

Looking at the old ape, Zhou Yang had only one thought: This was a double kill!

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