Hearing Mo Gei Lian’s question, Ye Yu smiled and said “Mo Lintian is your cultivation thod—you’re free to give it to whoever you please. But let remind you, this is an absolutely one-in-a-million Body-Refinent Technique (the supre thod for sculpting one’s physique). It’s priceless. If you intend to hand it over, you’d best wait for soone to offer a sky-high price!”
Frankly, Ye Yu had no concern that Mo Lintian might spread and soone else might surpass him. With the aid of Tiandao {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} Chouxin (Heaven rewards the diligent), he had long since perfected the thod.
Even putting aside the complexity of the technique—it wasn’t sothing an ordinary practitioner could grasp. It was excruciatingly tedious and abstruse, and several sections that appeared useless were in fact deeply profound. They required careful contemplation and personal insight to advance. Otherwise, one might, like Mo Gei Lian, practice it incorrectly and end up bloated and feeble as paper.
And that was assuming the practitioner belonged to the correct race and had superior talent. If they were of a different race with slightly weaker aptitude—like A Rui with his inner demon—he would be utterly incapable of cultivating Mo Lintian. Even if Ye Yu broke the thod down into fragnts, A Rui could never comprehend it.
That was the reality of racial differences. By Ye Yu’s estimation, only the Strength Demons could possibly cultivate it.
Don’t ask why Ye Yu could—he owed nothing to conventional limits! With Tiandao Chouxin on his side, any technique before him yielded instantly. As the maxim went, I handle the effort; the rest is left to fate. And, as luck would have it, fate belonged to —how could you beat that?
Mo Gei Lian nodded thoughtfully, then asked again “Big brother, how exactly should I go about demanding a sky-high price?”
“As the saying goes, don’t be the one rushing to sell—wait until buyers co to you. Demon Lord Bai Miaoxiang won’t do; that old fellow picked such a sissy na and then expected to get our thod for free. He’s in for a rude shock!”
Ye Yu curled his lip in disdain. Those who expected to sponge off him deserved death!
Mo Gei Lian heartily agreed—indeed, why would anyone get sothing for nothing?
That very night, several sects within Lianhuazhou ca one after another to curry favor at Chimo Hall. Among them was Suo Xian Valley, the new head of which, Wen Yinqing, sent generous gifts.
Though Mo Gei Lian usually appeared easygoing, he was shrewd. From their words and deeds he saw plainly that each sect coveted his technique—and all had heard rumors of the strongest Body-Refinent Technique in the Demon Realm.
In truth, he had never imagined the aftereffects of hiring a professional mud-stirring team would run this deep. No wonder they were a professional outfit!
After sending off all the guests, Mo Gei Lian pondered long within the Blessed Land Grotto. Since everyone coveted his thod, perhaps it wasn’t impossible to wait for a buyer and demand a fortune. But would he really let those scoundrels learn Mo Lintian?
Heh—of course not. Who were they to practice the sa thod as and my big brother?
With that thought, Mo Gei Lian decisively fabricated his own version of Mo Lintian—one whose true content amounted to only a fifth of the original. The rest he filled with nonsense. With such a thod, even a genius could not truly cultivate Mo Lintian. That was exactly the effect he wanted.
And he had already prepared his answer: if anyone asked why they couldn’t master it, he would say their talent and fortune were insufficient. The thod was superb; if they couldn’t use it, what did that have to do with him?
Having resolved this, Mo Gei Lian laughed aloud within the Blessed Land Grotto.
Two days later, Ye Yu set out from Chimo Hall to travel. Although Mo Gei Lian and A Rui tried to stop him, his mind was made up. Ti in the dream realm could not be wasted standing still. He had to raise his cultivation as quickly as possible. If the Celestial-Defying battle truly began in six months, he needed sufficient strength!
Seeing Ye Yu’s determination, Mo Gei Lian relented and only begged his big brother to rember to return after his travels. He also revealed the tampering he’d done to the thod.
After hearing it, Ye Yu couldn’t help but laugh.
Ti passed swiftly. In five months’ ti, Ye Yu advanced from late Demon Lord–Realm to the pinnacle of Demon Emperor–Realm. Through his journey, he confird his hypothesis: sustained, high-intensity combat not only triggered the Tiandao Chouxin talent, granting him power, but also raised his realm cultivation. It required continuous, intense battles, but even so, Ye Yu was satisfied—this ant he had gained another ans of advancent.
With the six-month deadline approaching, Ye Yu ceased wandering and returned to Lianhuazhou. The once desolate Chimo Hall was now thronged with people. Even before entering, he could hear the Strength Demons training inside. Disciples stood guard at the gate. This place had truly flourished!
Ye Yu strode forward, about to enter, when the guards blocked him. “Chimo Hall admits only Strength Demons. Other races, please detour. No summons, no entry.”
Ye Yu paused in surprise. Sothing so professional?
He said softly “I am of Chimo Hall too—I’m just back from my travels.”
The two guards exchanged a glance and asked in low voices “Do you have credentials?”
He really had none. Watching their dutiful deanors, Ye Yu could only circulate his demonic qi and call out loudly “Mo Gei Lian, co out!”
Under the influence of his qi, every ear in Chimo Hall heard him clearly. At once, nearly a hundred Strength Demons stread out, and the two guards glared at Ye Yu with fury. “How dare you address our sect leader by na—are you seeking death?”
They moved to seize him, but at that mont a figure hurtled over and kicked the two guards flying. The newcor was none other than Mo Gei Lian, whom Ye Yu hadn’t seen in ages.
Big brother, it really is you.
A smile appeared on Ye Yu’s face—Mo Gei Lian’s excited expression left no doubt that his arrival had delighted him.
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