"But in these chaotic tis, trade has been severed, and it’s getting harder and harder to survive on the road. We’ve been in the mountains for three months without even seeing a dog, forcing us to co out and hunt.
Walking out of the mountains, we found all the villages along the way had been slaughtered by rampant soldiers."
"Sigh, actually the northern rebel army has not even breached Central Pass yet, those who took heavy-handed actions are likely reinforcents sent from the Immortal Palace from the Outer Territory."
"Those bastards from outside don’t care about sustainable developnt, they are ruthless and heartless, burning, killing, looting, digging graves, and committing all sorts of evil deeds, killing everything within a hundred miles, not even sparing the village dogs, nearly starving us to death."
"Hey, nowadays having a sword in your hand ans you can commit all sorts of evil, having armor on you ans you can do whatever you want. We have swords but no armor, can’t beat those terrain dogs, and are afraid they might use our heads for gain. After much thought, it’s better to go to Nine Yin Mountain for further study. If we can learn sword energy armor breaking, perhaps our career can take off."
Chen Xuantian nodded, "Why not rob ?"
The bandits made a disdainful "cut~" sound,
"In these tis of war and chaos, where are there any respectable people wandering the road? Without Golden Core as the starting point, no one dares to travel alone, got it."
"Along the way, we either et refugees poorer than us, or monks, Taoists, won, and children pretending to be weak to catch the strong. You occupy two categories alone, definitely not easy to ss with."
Chen Xuantian thought it made sense, even such a simple truth the bandits understood. No, just because soone becos a bandit doesn’t an they’re stupid. After all, these are chaotic tis, fools are all dead."
"Being able to talk with for so long ans we’re fated, you even offered up milk, this is also a part of cause and effect.
Alright, I can fulfill your wishes."
The bandits looked incredulous, doubting, but still wished, thinking just in case it’s true.
"I want won! Not female wolves!"
"I want money! With money, I can marry Little Cui!"
"Why don’t you directly ask for Little Cui?"
"Who knows which Little Cui he might give by mistake?"
"Hmm... reasonable! I want won with plenty of milk and big asses!"
"Enough, enough, really taking for a god to start wishing."
"Teaching a person to fish is better than giving them a fish. Today I impart to you Youquan Dao, once you’ve mastered it go fish for yourselves."
Chen Xuantian ignored them, pinching a sword technique in his left hand and slicing open a cross on his right palm. From the wound, black blood pearls oozed out, forming a black and red intersecting ball like Taiji.
"Swallow it."
"..."
The bandits were skeptical, thinking him a demon monk, suspected he was tricking them.
Chen Xuantian coldly said,
"Aren’t you unable to fight the rampaging soldiers without armor, cannot rob wealthy families by lack of skill, can’t get won by lack of ability?
Too bad I checked your natural talent, frankly, it’s trash, unable to refine even a bit of sword energy, your fate isn’t tough enough. Even if forcefully learning Nine Luminaries Sword Dao, you’ll run into calamity sooner or later, a dead end. Even if you learned so Mainland Gang Fist for strengthening, without Heavenly Materials and Treasures for maintenance, over fifty age your blood and energy will deplete, muscles shrivel, ultimately leading to death."
"But don’t worry, I’ve recently realized a new thod. Once accomplished, it makes you invulnerable to blades and guns, impervious to all magic, live as long as heaven, eternally youthful, roaming Four Seas and Eight Desolates with impunity, using strength to prove the Great Dao, Refining God and Returning to Void."
"eting today is your fate, I’m giving you this opportunity, if you can gain my Dao, no one will ever look down on you, what do you say."
The bandits looked at each other, seeming reluctant to take on the risk.
Chen Xuantian chuckled,
"What’s there to be afraid of, even if it doesn’t work, at worst it’s just death.
One’s life is just about one hundred and fifty years, especially born in chaotic tis, living from nace to nace. Dying on the roadside like a stray dog is not unheard of.
You’ve traveled for a while, don’t you know what you lack is just a re opportunity?
Now the chance to reverse fate is here, why not take a risk?"
In the flickering firelight, the bandits’ faces alternated between light and dark, staring at the floating, rolling, seemingly living Taiji Blood Pearl, indecisive expressions clouded and uncertain.
Finally, soone reached out, grabbed the blood pearl, shouted,
"I’m in! Little Cui! Wait for !"
And then he swallowed the blood pearl whole!
The bandits watched him, whispering among themselves, lanting that Little Cui was truly a sinful woman...
"Be not nervous, do not resist, Qi Circulation in the Dantian, offer your body as a sacrifice to the Netherworld Spring."
Chen Xuantian raised a hand, pressed the bandit’s Divine Court, guiding the blood flow to transform his body, imitating the Demon Lord seen under Qingcheng Mountain, reconstructing and reforming.
Called Harmonization, or inference of Heavenly Dao in layman’s terms, is all about initially clumsy imitation of the original form.
Take Gang Fist for example, it’s mimicking Immortal Venerable, from lifting weights to sculpting the body, doing each and every move just like Immortal Venerable, to sculpt their body, learn their magic, harmonize with their Dao.
Thus, inferring Youquan Dao follows the sa principle, you at least need to pinch your head into an octopus shape, right?
And Chen Xuantian has seen the start, seen the end, even comprehended the principle, naturally there’s nothing he can’t perform.
It’s rely a matter of skill.
Youquan Dao! Life Revival and Void Returning Hand!
"Urgh—!"
The crowd only glanced, then started vomiting heavily, kneeling and spewing, instantly emptying their stomach contents as if their viscera were overturning.
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