Xiaang Wentian felt rather frustrated.
Initially, he couldn’t figure out what Ding Ling was thinking, but later he realized.
He could only suppress his displeasure and assist Ding Ling.
Hoping that once Ding Ling achieves his goals, he would help rescue Sect Leader Ren.
"Please."
Ding Ling gestured.
The zombie man imdiately sat down.
He began to play a fast-paced chess match with Ding Ling, exchanging moves quickly.
The zombie man’s chess skills were exceptionally high.
However, Ding Ling had absorbed the chess skills of various ancient saints in the Three Kingdoms World, making his expertise unparalleled!
The zombie man was no match for him.
In less than an hour, Ding Ling’s fierce offensive had utterly routed and overwheld him.
He was dejected, disheartened, and unwilling:
"Let’s play another ga. I wasn’t prepared just now."
Ding Ling smiled slightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
They imdiately started another ga.
This ti, Ding Ling played whimsically, setting up encirclents with ease, reaching a level of effortless mastery!
The zombie man lost even faster.
He smiled bitterly, casting the pieces onto the board and sighed:
"I didn’t expect that although I, Hei Baizi, pride myself on unmatched chess skills in the world, I was effortlessly defeated by Ding Ling. It’s truly embarrassing and shaful, leaving with no face to see anyone!"
Huang Zhonggong patted Hei Baizi’s shoulder and said:
"Second brother, look on the bright side. Just know that you lost to the invincible, rare Void Shatterer, Ding Ling. Then you can feel at ease. Besides, if you’re willing, you can learn Ding Ling’s chess skills anyti, anywhere."
Hei Baizi, however, was sowhat unwilling:
"My supre skill, Profound Celestial Finger, is extrely extraordinary, yet Ding Ling exchanged it for re chess skills. I feel a bit shortchanged."
"I can teach you a Breathing Technique and a Sword Technique."
Ding Ling’s goal is to quickly beco the world’s number one.
So he generously shared his past knowledge.
Especially the ones that many people already knew.
For instance, the Xiahou Clan’s Moon Shadow Swordsmanship was taught to many people after being passed to Ding Ling and others, so the Xiahou Clan decided to teach it to many close associates.
Now, there are quite a few who know this sword technique.
There are also so widely spread Breathing Techniques.
Ding Ling had no reason to hold back because so many people already knew them.
"What Breathing Technique? Sword Technique?"
Hei Baizi looked over and said urgently:
"Could it be the Breathing Technique that you people from the lower realm say can strengthen the body?"
"Indeed."
Hei Baizi started talking about the lower realm, showing that deep down he was extrely proud and looked down on those ’ascension’ players.
But this was quite normal.
Because, except for players who truly "ascended" through their own Martial Power, most were weak and could be easily crushed by Hei Baizi.
The weak have no rights.
It was understandable that Hei Baizi looked down on these people.
"I see."
Hei Baizi said:
"If you can show the technique, perhaps if I like it, I’ll trade with you."
"Second brother."
Before Ding Ling could speak, Huang Zhonggong couldn’t help but frown and say:
"If you’re unwilling, just say so directly. Why make things difficult for others and take advantage of them!"
Hei Baizi imdiately closed his mouth.
But from his appearance, it seed he was unwilling.
Lin Pingzhi and Qu Feiyan both glanced over, feeling rather disdainful of this man who loved exploiting loopholes.
Ding Ling didn’t press the matter, only conversing with Huang Zhonggong and the others.
After a while.
Ding Ling followed Huang Zhonggong into a side room.
Huang Zhonggong taught Ding Ling the Seven-string Invisible Sword on the spot.
Ding Ling listened to his explanation once.
He closed his eyes slightly.
Recalled it briefly.
A book imdiately condensed in the library.
In an instant.
[Seven-Stringed Invisible Sword Full Level]
[Strength 0.1]
[Agility 0.2]
[Constitution 0.2]
In the blink of an eye.
Ding Ling completely mastered and comprehended the Seven-string Invisible Sword.
And engraved this sword technique, no, this music-killing technique into his mastery.
This was surprisingly a technique for harming and defeating enemies using music.
Once mastered.
You can easily influence the inner strength in others’ dantian through playing or plucking music, causing their inner strength to run amok, as if being sliced by Sword Qi, making it unbearably painful!
Truly remarkable.
"How is it?"
Huang Zhonggong looked at Ding Ling expectantly.
Ding Ling nodded: "It’s done."
"Here."
Huang Zhonggong handed Ding Ling a bamboo flute:
"I crafted this bamboo flute by hand and haven’t used it yet, so I’m giving it to you. Try playing it."
"It’s impolite to refuse."
Ding Ling took the bamboo flute and imdiately began playing The Smiling, Proud Wanderer.
As the tune played.
The air was filled with resonant clanging sounds. Initially, the few outside felt it was pleasing to the ear, but in the blink of an eye, each of them felt as if their internal organs and the dantian were being sliced by blades and swords, causing their expressions to change as they sat to ditate.
But no matter how they ditated, it was futile.
Until Huang Zhonggong’s loud shout.
The sound of the bamboo flute abruptly stopped.
Xiaang Wentian, Hei Baizi, and others exchanged looks, seeing the astonishnt in each other’s eyes.
Just a flute lody!
It could make so many heroes present unable to withstand it; how terrifying is that?!
In the inner chamber.
Since Huang Zhonggong was close to Ding Ling, he bore the brunt, feeling a searing pain in his internal organs, and imdiately shouted to stop.
When Ding Ling stopped.
He panted heavily, almost disbelievingly looking at Ding Ling:
"How, how is it possible?! You’ve cultivated the Seven-string Invisible Sword to the flawless realm of mastery?!"
"Indeed."
Ding Ling replied calmly.
"Unfathomable!"
Huang Zhonggong felt as if a giant hamr had struck his head, causing a buzzing sound as if it were about to explode.
After quite a while.
He seed to calm down and looked at Ding Ling with completely changed eyes:
’In the world, there is indeed a rare genius like you. No wonder so many people praise you and say you are the All-Purpose King. I finally understand why you are the All-Purpose King. With such an astonishing learning ability, it’s difficult not to beco the All-Purpose King.’
He sighed deeply:
"I have practiced the Seven-string Invisible Sword for decades but never reached the mastery level. I never expected you to achieve it. Remarkable, truly remarkable."
Only those who have practiced the Seven-string Invisible Sword can understand the difficulty of cultivating this music-killing technique.
What is most important.
There’s no guide.
No ntor’s guidance, it was like a blind person feeling an elephant, fumbling across the river, naturally taking many detours, and when they tried to take the right path, they found it was hard to undo the ingrained mistakes and reach that perfect pinnacle state again.
Seeing Ding Ling achieve the flawless realm he always dread of just by listening to his explanation once.
Huang Zhonggong was in awe, reaching the peak of admiration and envy.
He imdiately began seeking Ding Ling’s advice on the cultivation thod of the Seven-string Invisible Sword.
Ding Ling was caught off guard but made no secret, explaining everything one by one.
Upon hearing the key points,
Huang Zhonggong had an expression of sudden realization, then regretfully said:
"So that’s how it is, if only I had known earlier..."
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