Tan Ming gritted his teeth and held on for a while, then fainted...
Ye Hao secretly had Qianqian check Tan Ming's body and found that his body was being transford by the Relic, with no harm done. Feeling relieved, he relaxed.
"Abbot, will my brother be alright?" Xue Zhaolong asked anxiously.
"Amitabha Buddha, there is nothing wrong with Tan Ming. I won't be able to hold on until he wakes up. How much transformation he can accept will depend on his fate. After this old monk's soul returns to the west, I hope you can convey to him that he is the thirtieth generation Abbot of Shaolin, bestowed the na Naless by ; only by forgetting the past can he pioneer further paths." Elder Abbot Jing Nian's figure grew fainter.
"I will certainly convey the senior's words to Tan Ming." Ye Hao nodded.
"Hehe, the remaining box contains Shaolin's true secret techniques. Although you are not disciples of our Buddhist sect, since you were fortunate to co here with Tan Ming, this old monk grants permission for those present to practice Shaolin's secret techniques but not to impart them to others. Can you do it?"
"I will certainly adhere to the senior's instructions, mastering Shaolin martial arts without teaching others, helping Naless to promote the brilliance of Huaxia Shaolin."
"Amitabha Buddha, with the benefactor's promise, this old monk is relieved. This old monk is leaving." Jing Nian said as his body slowly disappeared, becoming invisible.
"Safe travels, senior." Ye Hao said as Jing Nian's figure completely vanished.
Xue Zhaolong and the others nervously looked at Tan Ming, then asked, "Boss! Is Ming okay?"
"He's fine, rest assured! I've checked." Ye Hao reassured them, then went to the box.
Ye Hao picked up a book on a cultivation technique nad Formless Divine Skill. He then switched to another, which was the Demon Subduing Palm.
He quickly scanned through the books, all filled with renowned cultivation techniques he'd seen on TV, but he didn't learn them right away. He glimpsed at each one quickly, while the eighth-generation system recorded these martial arts routines. Ye Hao could learn slowly whenever he wanted.
The most crucial point was that Ye Hao could transmit these secret techniques into the Saiyans' brain chip, allowing them to fight automatically without Ye Hao's involvent.
Ye Hao flipped through seventy-two books consecutively, then stopped, his gaze falling on a smaller box within the main box at the bottom.
Xue Zhaolong and the others also looked over, though they were so absorbed in a manual that they beca thoroughly entranced, unable to let go.
Xue Zhaolong looked mainly at hard skills, commonly known as external skills, while Zhuorong Town was focused on soft skills, known as internal skills.
Lu Yunsong was reading both fist techniques, internal and external, thinking the more he read, the more he'd understand.
As for Tan Ming, he gradually regained consciousness. Nobody specifically checked the last box, after all, with Tan Ming being the legitimate head of Shaolin, they felt embarrassed to open it without his word.
"How are you, Naless?" Ye Hao looked at Tan Ming and asked.
"Boss, why call Naless?" Tan Ming asked in confusion, looking at Ye Hao.
Afterwards, Ye Hao recounted what Elder Abbot Jing Nian had said before his passing. Although Tan Ming felt a bit sad, he nodded.
"Naless..."
"Hehe! From now on, I'm Naless. Brothers, please help in the future; I want to carry forward Shaolin's secret techniques." Naless said determinedly, and thus he beca Naless.
In the days to co, he beca a formidable figure who startled the people of the Ancient Martial Arts Hidden Realm.
"Boss, feel free to peruse these books. After all, I can't learn them that fast by myself; you all might also advise when the ti cos." Tan Ming said with a smile, picking up the books from the box.
"Alright! Then we won't be polite." Ye Hao nodded, but his eyes were still on the box at the bottom.
Naless casually picked up a cultivation technique, glanced at it, and began moving his hands in the secret room as if he understood the essence of the technique at a single glance, even striking with precision.
"Wow! So impressive? Learned the essence with just a glance?" Xue Zhaolong exclaid with wide eyes, watching Tan Ming practice his fists.
"I feel the aura from Naless is very robust." Zhuorong Town, who recently talked less, spoke up.
"I feel it too. If my guess is correct, he has definitely broken through to the fourth level of National Martial Arts." Lu Yunsong seriously watched Naless's figure, realizing earlier they were all at the second level, but at this mont, Naless seed to be at the fourth.
"No! He's at the fifth level." Ye Hao had Qianqian check Naless's body and found he had reached the fifth level, making him pause for a mont.
"What?" Xue Zhaolong and the other two looked at Ye Hao with wide eyes.
"Hehe, I'll go play with him." Ye Hao dashed up and started using the Shaolin fist techniques following old habits.
"Bang bang!"
Ye Hao exchanged a few moves with Tan Ming, stepping back several paces, while Naless stood as steady as a mountain.
"Again!" Ye Hao, unwilling to accept defeat, charged again, yet no matter how hard he struck, Tan Ming remained stable, while he retreated continuously, puzzling Ye Hao profoundly! Clearly, both were at the early stage of the fifth level; why was Naless so strong?
"Haha, Boss, co on!" Naless laughed, though every ti Ye Hao struck, he activated the Golden Bell Shield! It was one of Shaolin's secret techniques, during a fight, standing steadfast and operating the Golden Bell Shield to harden muscles.
Even if soone attacked him, he could use Inner Breath to fend off the impact.
"I don't accept this." Ye Hao fiercely rushed again, slamming hard onto Naless.
Ye Hao retreated even further, while Naless stood untouched like a mountain.
"What's going on?" Ye Hao asked, bewildered, looking at Tan Ming.
"I don't know, Boss, but my body seems to automatically operate a kind of cultivation technique; if I'm not mistaken, it's the Golden Bell Shield." Naless seed to ponder, then searched the box for a Golden Bell Shield manual.
Upon seeing the ridian circulation diagram for the Golden Bell Shield, he confird that what he had activated was indeed the Golden Bell Shield.
"Haha! Could it be I'm a genius? Understand it without learning?" Naless proudly held the Golden Bell Shield, narcissistically proclaiming.
"Perhaps you received the legacy from Elder Abbot, which made you subconsciously operate the defensive technique. Will you try attacking ?" Ye Hao smiled.
"Okay! Boss, watch this." Naless said, then clenched his fist and fiercely charged at Ye Hao's face.
Naless's punch was swift and forceful, making Ye Hao feel he had nowhere to hide, prompting him to quickly activate a technique for defense against Naless's attack.
"Bang!"
Ye Hao stepped back repeatedly, while Naless stayed in place.
"Wow! Isn't this technique like the Profound Void Fist?" Lu Yunsong, having read many techniques earlier, exclaid in surprise upon seeing Naless's punch.
"Could it be..." Xue Zhaolong wanted to ask if Naless had learned all the Shaolin secret techniques? (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please vote for it with recomndations and monthly votes at Qidian [qidian], your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.)
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