Chapter 36

Wang Yue and Shi Ba came to their tribe, which was not small, with a population of several thousand people.

"This is the Miao people's tribe, quite primitive, far behind the civilization of the Han people," Wang Yue thought to himself.

The Miao tribe's temple was a huge stone house, inside which were worshipped deities that Wang Yue had never heard of.

Shi Ba, who had considerable prestige in his tribe, led Wang Yue into the temple.

"These are the Eight-Angle Blood Dragons," Shi Ba said, pointing to the thirty Eight-Angle Blood Centipedes in the altar.

The Eight-Angle Blood Centipedes were over twenty centimeters long, entirely red, and resembled centipedes but had eight tentacles.

Wang Yue could feel a spiciness like chili peppers from them.

"Are these the Eight-Angle Blood Dragons? Indeed, they are quite amazing."

Wang Yue recognized them immediately; the Eight-Angle Blood Centipedes matched the description given by Xue Mu Hua.

Wang Yue said, "Shi Ba, I need two Eight-Angle Blood Dragons. I can exchange two martial arts techniques for them. What do you think?"

Shi Ba nodded, "Alright."

Shi Ba had left the Miao territory over a decade ago and was fascinated by the magical martial arts of the Han people. However, the cultivation methods that could produce true qi were rare, and every martial artist treated these techniques as treasures, not to be passed on to others.

Now, Shi Ba could finally obtain such magical martial arts, and he was naturally excited.

Wang Yue wrote down two third-rate true qi cultivation methods, and Shi Ba quickly began to practice them.

"I can't give you the Eight-Angle Blood Dragons now. I will give them to you after I cultivate true qi," Shi Ba said. He looked like a wild man but was not stupid. He was worried that Wang Yue might deceive him, so he decided to give the Eight-Angle Blood Centipedes only after cultivating true qi.

Wang Yue nodded with a smile, "No problem, I can wait a few days."

It usually took several months for an ordinary person to cultivate true qi, but Shi Ba had extremely strong blood and qi. With his foundation, it would only take a few hours to succeed.

Sure enough, after two hours, Shi Ba finally condensed a thread of true qi and felt its magical power, exciting him to the point of shouting.

Wang Yue smiled, "How about that? I didn't deceive you, did I? The martial arts I gave you are genuine. With your strength and the cultivation of Han martial arts, you will surely become invincible in the future."

Since Shi Ba didn't know the true value of the cultivation methods, he believed Wang Yue's words even more now that he had cultivated true qi.

Shi Ba glanced at Wang Yue and thought, "The elders all say that the Han people are cunning, but this Han person didn't deceive me. Strange."

Shi Ba said excitedly, "Yes, yes. Wang Yue, you indeed didn't deceive me. You are a friend of our tribe."

Wang Yue's eyes twinkled, and he said, "Shi Ba, how did you cultivate your strength? Can I see your cultivation method?"

Shi Ba's eyes became wary. His cultivation method was passed down from ancient times and was the tribe's most powerful martial art.

Although this martial art was not as magical as the Han people's true qi cultivation methods, it could not be easily passed on to outsiders.

Wang Yue quickly said, "Shi Ba, don't misunderstand. I'm not trying to get your tribe's martial arts. I'm just curious. You know, my strength is not much weaker than yours, and I'm still young. I look like I'm only seventeen or eighteen. When I reach your age, my strength will surely surpass yours. Do you agree? I already have my own cultivation method, so why would I covet your tribe's method?"

Shi Ba thought about it and agreed, "Alright." He nodded, "But don't let the elders know. I'll show you secretly."

...

Wang Yue stayed at Shi Ba's house. Soon, Shi Ba took out a huge piece of leather from somewhere, covered with writing.

Wang Yue took it and saw that the leather was very tough and durable, made from some unknown animal.

When Wang Yue saw the writing on the leather, he was shocked, "This is the script from the Shang Dynasty!"

Wang Yue had read many medical books in recent years and knew many ancient scripts, though he couldn't recognize all of them. However, he was familiar with the script from the Shang Dynasty.

Wang Yue asked Shi Ba calmly, "Shi Ba, do you recognize the writing on this?"

Shi Ba shook his head, "No, my cultivation method is the accumulated experience of our tribe over generations."

Wang Yue nodded, "Alright, I understand. Thank you, Shi Ba."

After Shi Ba left, Wang Yue carefully examined the writing, recognizing each character. He read very slowly, even guessing some characters he didn't recognize. However, the information recorded on the leather was extremely shocking.

"This is an ancient cultivation method!" Wang Yue thought, "Cultivating the body is just the most superficial method. The core of this method is cultivating the mind!"

"Cultivating the mind can produce mental power," Wang Yue memorized the information, "Mental power? Immortal power? Could this be a cultivation method for immortals?"

Wang Yue was familiar with the ancient myths and legends and was very interested in that era. Ordinary people could gain the power of gods and demons through cultivation, chasing the stars and the sun, and overturning rivers and seas.

"This is a real treasure," Wang Yue thought excitedly, "This cultivation method is definitely not from the Miao tribe. It must be from our ancient Chinese ancestors. The Miao tribe must have obtained it by chance in ancient times. Since that's the case, I will take it! Now that I have the Eight-Angle Blood Centipedes, no one in the tribe can stop me. Hehe."

Wang Yue took the cultivation method and the Eight-Angle Blood Centipedes, left the wooden house, and used his lightness skill to run quickly into the distance. His speed was extremely fast, and in less than a breath, he was out of the tribe and disappeared into the forest.

Wang Yue, like a monkey, climbed and leaped through the forest at an incredible speed.

Thinking about obtaining this magical cultivation method, Wang Yue was extremely excited. He vaguely felt that this might be a great encounter.

"Shi Ba, you didn't lose either. I gave you a true qi cultivation method," Wang Yue thought.

In the evening, when Shi Ba returned and found Wang Yue gone, he searched everywhere but couldn't find him. Shi Ba knew Wang Yue had left and taken the tribe's most powerful cultivation method.

However, Shi Ba didn't know Wang Yue's name.

Finding a person in the heart of China would be extremely difficult.

"Roar!" Shi Ba shouted, "Han people, despicable Han people, I, Shi Ba, will find you."

...

In the Western Xia Imperial Palace, the Empress Dowager sat on the bed, cultivating true qi. The unique true qi of the Lesser Formless Skill did not manifest on the surface.

"Is my grandmother here?" came the voice of Princess Yinchuan, Li Qinglu.

Li Qiushui opened her eyes and asked, "Is it Yinchuan? Come in."

Li Qiushui's voice didn't sound old at all, but rather like a young girl's.

Princess Yinchuan entered and bowed, "Yinchuan greets Grandmother."

Li Qiushui nodded, "Mm. Yinchuan, I need to go out for a while. Tell your father."

Princess Yinchuan said, "Yes, Grandmother. But, Grandmother, can you take me with you this time? I have never left the palace before. I really want to see the outside world."

Li Qiushui shook her head, "Not this time. Next time, if there's an opportunity, I'll take you out. Now, go play."

"Okay," Princess Yinchuan left, a bit disappointed.

Li Qiushui frowned and said softly, "The despicable Li Yanzong, I never thought your martial arts would reach the level of a grandmaster. And that despicable internal martial arts power, it took me so long to recover from the internal injuries. Li Yanzong, if you fall into my hands, I will tear you to pieces. I want to see what kind of martial arts this internal martial arts is."

During the last battle between Murong Fu and Li Qiushui, Li Yanzong was severely injured and barely escaped from Li Qiushui's hands, but Li Qiushui was also injured by the terrifying internal martial arts power.

Li Qiushui decided to go to Suzhou to find out what internal martial arts were and trace its origin.

The first person to practice internal martial arts was naturally Wang Yue. As long as she found Wang Yue, all the problems would be solved. If she could obtain the internal martial arts cultivation method, it would be even better.

"With the internal martial arts cultivation method, that witch Wu Xingyun will definitely not be my match. Then I won't have to wait for her to rejuvenate. I will directly attack the Heavenly Mountain Vulture Palace and destroy her lair. Hmph."

Li Qiushui, dressed in white and wearing a veil, left the palace. Her figure was like a ghost, quickly heading towards Jiangnan.

...

"Brother-in-law, wait for me!" Azi followed behind Xiao Feng, shouting loudly.

Xiao Feng, helpless, turned back and said, "Azi, why don't you go back to your mother? I need to find the murderer. You've seen that I've already fought over ten battles in this period. If anything happens to you, how can I explain it to your parents and sister?"

Azi pouted, dissatisfied, "Hmph, you only think about my sister. You promised my sister to take good care of me. If you leave me behind, I'll tell my sister that you bullied me when we get back. See if she still cares about you!"

Xiao Feng shook his head and entered a small tavern, as his stomach was also hungry.

Azi followed him in.

A few people with strange appearances, clearly not from the Central Plains, were surprised when they saw Azi.

"Little Sister, you've run here? We've been looking for you," one of them said calmly.

Azi, hearing the voice, felt a wave of fear, but when she saw Xiao Feng beside her, her courage grew.

"What do I have to fear with Brother-in-law here? Even if Second Master and the others are strong, can they beat my Brother-in-law?" Azi thought coldly.

Azi smiled, "It's Second Master. What brings you here to see me?"

Second Master sneered, "Cut the crap, Little Sister. You stole the master's treasure, hand it over quickly. Otherwise, don't blame Second Master for being impolite."

Azi said coldly, "No, what treasure? I don't know."

"Since that's the case, don't blame me for taking action," Second Master used his martial arts to grab Azi.

Xiao Feng pulled Azi behind him and said calmly, "Get lost!"

A pale yellow qi wall formed outside his body, blocking Second Master's attack.

"Boom!"

Second Master was repelled by the true qi and crashed into several tables and chairs.

"Good. Brother-in-law is really powerful, giving them a lesson," Azi clapped her hands and laughed loudly.

Xiao Feng looked at Azi and asked, "Azi, what treasure did you take from them? Hand it over!"

Azi said helplessly, "Brother-in-law, I want to hand it over, but the Divine Wood Cauldron has already been taken by Brother-in-law Wang Yue. It's not with me."

Xiao Feng nodded. He knew that Wang Yue had taken a small cauldron from Azi but didn't expect that it was the treasure they were talking about.