Chapter 41

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If Zhongxin knew what Zhao Hao's true intentions were, he would surely curse Zhao Hao for being shameless.

Unfortunately, he doesn't know.

He doesn't know that the *Nine Yang Manual* originally belonged to Shaolin Temple, nor does he know that the *Nine Yang Manual* is currently stored within Shaolin Temple.

He is merely curious as to why he has never heard of such a divine skill in the Buddhist world.

Logically, a divine skill that can rival the *Nine Yin Manual* should not be obscure in the world.

To this, Zhao Hao explained as follows:

"There was a high monk in the Buddhist world who, after the *Nine Yin Manual* was written by the True Man Huang Shang, had the opportunity to read it. After reading it, he believed that although the *Nine Yin* was marvelously profound, it ultimately lacked yang energy and was too yin. Most of the martial arts of the Daoist sects are primarily yin and soft. Therefore, this high monk, combining his own knowledge and Buddhist philosophy, finally created a divine skill that is the epitome of yang and strength, naming it the *Nine Yang Manual*. The reason the *Nine Yang Manual* is not well-known is that both this high monk and the True Man Huang Shang had long transcended fame and fortune. Even the *Nine Yin Manual* only spread in the martial world long after the True Man Huang Shang's death. If it weren't for the True Man Huang Shang's connection to the royal family, I wouldn't even know about this. In the realm of martial arts, they are pioneers, far surpassing you and me." Zhao Hao said.

Zhao Hao's words were half true and half false.

However, his final sigh was genuinely heartfelt.

Whether it was Huang Shang or the creator of the *Nine Yang Manual*, their realms were a level above Zhao Hao.

Even surpassing any martial artist of the current era.

Only Zhang Sanfeng, who later abandoned Buddhism for Daoism, could surpass the two in this aspect. Others, even the peak Guo Jing of today, and the later Yang Guo, who was heartbroken and soul-stirred, were far behind.

This was not a difference in combat power, but a true difference in the realm of martial arts.

This difference is the hardest to make up.

This path is the most difficult to walk.

And Zhao Hao was prepared to walk this path.

Fortunately, there were predecessors and successors, so he was not alone.

Zhongxin nodded. A person who could create a martial art of the *Nine Yin Manual* level was naturally not someone he could compare to at his current level.

He didn't fully believe Zhao Hao's words, but since Zhao Hao was determined to exchange the *Nine Yang Manual* for the *Yi Jin Jing*, it meant that this divine skill truly existed.

Shaolin Temple is not short of martial arts experts; they would naturally be able to discern the quality of the *Nine Yang Manual*.

Zhongxin believed that Zhao Hao was not the type to boast and bring shame upon himself, so he was quite looking forward to the *Nine Yang Manual*.

However, whether to exchange the *Yi Jin Jing* for it, Zhongxin could not decide immediately.

Zhao Hao saw Zhongxin's hesitation and knew that most of his promises were just empty words. The real benefits Shaolin Temple would gain were not immediate, so Zhongxin's indecision was quite normal.

However, before Shaolin Temple made a real decision, Zhao Hao did not plan to give them any real benefits.

What he could do was to continue to increase his own weight.

"Abbot, be careful," Zhao Hao suddenly said.

Zhongxin's nerves suddenly tightened, his scalp tingled, and he instantly felt an extremely dangerous aura.

"His Highness's martial arts are so strong."

"He is going to attack me."

These two thoughts had just surfaced in his mind when Zhongxin saw Zhao Hao's right hand lightly wave, his fingers casually brushing the air, and his right arm fell precisely under Zhao Hao's fingers.

Then, Zhongxin felt Zhao Hao's fingers lightly brush his right arm, and immediately, his right arm felt a tingling sensation. What alarmed Zhongxin the most was that he now felt his entire body's strength dissipate, as if his internal energy had vanished without a trace.

Zhongxin didn't know that the move Zhao Hao used was called "Hand Sweeping Five Strings," one of the most powerful killing moves in the *Nine Yin Manual*.

However, few people in the martial world had practiced the *Nine Yin Manual*, and even fewer had mastered it.

So this move had almost never appeared in the martial world.

Zhongxin himself was a rare expert. Although he was caught off guard and did not expect Zhao Hao to suddenly attack him, his martial instincts still made him subconsciously block Zhao Hao's attack. However, everything he did fell within Zhao Hao's attack.

Zhao Hao had anticipated Zhongxin's reaction, and "Hand Sweeping Five Strings" struck at the right moment, achieving its effect.

"What is His Highness doing?" Zhongxin said with a bitter smile.

He did not show any panic. After all, this was Shaolin Temple, and Zhongxin did not believe that Zhao Hao would be foolish enough to harm him here, even if Zhao Hao was the current crown prince.

Zhao Hao smiled faintly and again brushed Zhongxin's right arm. Zhongxin immediately felt himself return to normal, and his true qi began to flow through his body again.

"How does the abbot feel about my martial arts?" Zhao Hao asked.

"His Highness is a genius, far surpassing me. In the entire world, you should be among the top ten," Zhongxin said.

This was not flattery. The martial arts Zhao Hao displayed deserved his praise.

Because Zhongxin knew how strong he himself was.

"To show my sincerity, I will choose one of Shaolin Temple's disciples to become my personal disciple," Zhao Hao said.

Zhongxin's eyes narrowed.

He knew the weight of Zhao Hao's promise.

"A personal disciple?" Zhongxin asked.

Zhao Hao nodded and said, "A personal disciple, to whom I will impart all my knowledge and pass on my legacy. He does not need to inherit the position of abbot or head of any hall in Shaolin Temple, and I will not interfere with Shaolin Temple's internal arrangements. However, this disciple must be chosen by me personally. And although my martial arts are not yet complete, I am not in a hurry. But this promise will be valid for thirty years. I will announce this to the world to show my sincerity."

"On behalf of the entire temple, I thank His Highness for your favor. Please rest assured, Shaolin Temple will follow your lead in the future," Zhongxin bowed deeply and respectfully said.

Zhao Hao's personal disciple would be a future disciple of the Son of Heaven.

And unlike the "disciples of the Son of Heaven" in Confucianism, where many are produced in each imperial examination, in the martial world, the number of personal disciples is limited.

In a certain sense, a personal disciple is a successor. Their status is equivalent to that of descendants.

Zhao Hao's promise, in Zhongxin's view, was already very sincere.

Zhao Hao's face also showed a smile.

Zhongxin would not know that Zhao Hao was indeed very sincere, but his sincerity was not directed at Shaolin.

In Shaolin Temple, sixteen years later, there would be a little monk who did not even have the qualifications to learn martial arts in Shaolin Temple or to have his own dharma name.

His secular name was Zhang Junbao.

Now, a powerful Shaolin Temple was what Zhao Hao needed.

But Zhao Hao did not need a powerful Shaolin Temple forever.

So, Zhao Hao intended to personally cultivate a traitor of Shaolin Temple and a great master of the Daoist sect.

Looking at Zhongxin's smile, Zhao Hao also smiled very happily.

With one hand, I can elevate Shaolin to the pinnacle.

With the other, I can cast Shaolin into hell.

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