Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 32: Yuan Mo'er's Martial Arts Secret Technique

"Hello, please drink this sweet dew. It's our tradition in the Fulong Village. It's harmless, so feel free to taste it!"

Xin Zhuo looked at the woman in front of him. She was dressed in a dark blue hunting uniform with tassels and a long knife at her waist. She had a slender figure, thin lips, and a cold smile on her face. Her eyes were full of aggression, marking her as the female head of the hunting team.

In his mind, three words came to mind: Pu Xin Nü (普信女)!

Judging from her Blood Qi fluctuations, she was only at the eighth rank, but she didn't hide her inflated self-confidence. This had nothing to do with the authority of the government; it was purely her personal display.

Of course, she had a good attitude towards potential sacrifices, like a hotel manager showing off her six white teeth.

"Good!"

Yuan Mo'er couldn't quite understand the smile on his face, but she responded crisply and skillfully picked up the broken bowl, drinking it all in one gulp. Compared to Chen Jing, who was mature and restrained, she had nothing to say.

But after putting down the broken bowl heavily, she spat out, "Xin Dangjia (辛当家的), you don't know how to treat guests. This water is undrinkable, like water from a dried-up well!"

Isn't it just water from a dried-up well?

"Ah, next time I'll get better water. May I ask, what is the most important thing in your life, which is related to the removal of torture for Miss Su?"

Xin Zhuo glanced at Su Miaojin, who was sitting on a bamboo stool beside him. Since Chen Jing left the mountain, she had fallen into a state of silence. It was the same old story.

"Of course, it's..." Yuan Mo'er pondered for a moment. There were many important things in her life, all of which were important to her. If she had to choose... she said lightly, "Of course, it's my martial arts skills and my purity as a woman. Martial arts is my way of survival, and purity is the virtue of being a woman, just like Miss Su."

She finally looked at Su Miaojin. This was actually her good intention, pointing out that she shouldn't offend Miss Su.

Su Miaojin glanced back, her expression difficult to interpret, showing no gratitude at all.

Do you want my martial arts and integrity? It's a bit creepy. Xin Zhuo said, "I want your martial arts skills as an exchange for the removal of torture for Miss Su. I won't let you teach me these skills, but you must swear that they belong to me. Is that okay?"

Yuan Mo'er couldn't understand Xin Zhuo's logic, but she was a pure practitioner who didn't bother to ask about things she didn't understand. Besides, she couldn't teach him even if she wanted to. "Okay!"

"Please write it down!"

"Okay!"

Yuan Mo'er simply wrote a line of elegant small characters.

Xin Zhuo energetically summoned the "Lunar Serenity Well," and indeed, another spirit appeared. The contract spirit of the Lunar Serenity Well was reliable, and the written words immediately appeared.

[Spirit: 8/15.]

[Yuan Mo'er: Debt 77, 21 years old, remaining lifespan 33, eighth rank, average appearance, arrogant, straightforward.

Three Yuan Miao Tong Zhen Jue: Mahayana.

Ling Feng Miao Wu: Mahayana.

Nine Tiger Claws: Hinayana.

Nine Continuous Rain-Cutting Blades: Hinayana.]

There were quite a few cultivation techniques, and the names were decent. Moreover, they were all proficient in Hinayana, so it was no wonder they were so confident.

Absorption:

Moonlight: 55/100.

[Mahayana's Three Yuan Miao Tong Zhen Jue]

[Mahayana's Ling Feng Miao Wu]

[Stable eighth rank]

This...

The eight spirits that should have been absorbed and shared together were blocked from the other six people and a dog. Unexpectedly, three abilities were absorbed from one spirit.

Could it be that the judgment of the "Lunar Serenity Well" found that the one heart technique and one Qinggong on the female head were both valuable?

This was an unexpected joy!

Since he already had the True Yang Heart Technique, it was impossible to temporarily switch techniques. He could only integrate the Qinggong and eighth rank absorption.

He pointed his finger at the well, creating a vortex with the True Yang Heart Technique.

He felt as if most of the strength that had originally existed in his body had been extracted in an instant, leaving him weak and completely empty.

Integration:

Moonlight: 45/100.

[Three Yuan True Yang Supreme Heart Technique]

【The Graceful Dance of Lingfeng in Mahayana】

【Stable Eighth Rank State】

Taking a breath, this upgraded technique finally didn't bring any embarrassment. Otherwise, I would have looked foolish and how could I continue to mix with others?

Absorption:

A difficult-to-describe sour and tingling sensation surged through my body, like countless insects biting. My acupoints and muscles kept twitching, causing immense pain.

【Master: Xin Zhuo】

【State: Eighth Rank, Second of the Seventh Rank】

...

【Technique: Supreme Three Elements True Yang Technique】

【Skills: Mysterious and unfathomable Saber Technique,

Confusing and unpredictable Three Injuries Supreme Yang Fist,

Mahayana Lingfeng's Qinggong】

After finishing writing the characters, Yuan Mo'er stepped back and saw Xin Zhuo occasionally raising his hand and pondering, as if staring at something. Finally, a hint of pain appeared on his face.

This left her stunned and she subconsciously looked at Su Miaojin, seeking an answer. Could this guy have epilepsy?

Su Miaojin furrowed her brows, equally puzzled. Chen Jing lost to Xin Zhuo's fist earlier, which she couldn't understand because Chen Jing had no reason to lose.

Therefore, she carefully pondered what kind of master had taught Xin Zhuo and what kind of character he had.

So, she couldn't give Yuan Mo'er an answer and could only shake her head slightly.

Yuan Mo'er's heart stirred. This was a good opportunity. She lightly moved her feet and approached the space between Su Miaojin and Xin Zhuo, her right hand touching the hilt of her knife.

At this moment, a wave of invisible fluctuations suddenly shook Xin Zhuo's body.

"Crack!"

The broken bowl filled with water, dried fruits, and preserved fruits was knocked off the table and fell to the ground. Two signed documents fluttered in the air.

What kind of damn True Qi fluctuation is this?

Yuan Mo'er's heart trembled and she didn't dare to act rashly. Involuntarily, she returned to her original position, a faint smile appearing on her face. "Xin Dajiang, I heard that you are obsessed with martial arts, not only is your Saber Technique profound, but your Fist Technique is also exceptional. I wonder how your Qinggong is? I am not talented, but I am willing to compare."

Without waiting for Xin Zhuo's answer, his official robe fluttered without wind, and his body became inexplicably lighter. "Based on the mountain stronghold, go around three circles, the first to return wins."

As he spoke, his body danced like a graceful performance, blinking to Su Miaojin's side, circling around, and then swiftly moving to the courtyard.

Su Miaojin immediately clenched her fist, grabbing something, and focused her attention on Xin Zhuo, her beautiful eyes full of anticipation.

Xin Zhuo pondered for a moment. He didn't know what these constables were up to, always wanting to challenge him. But he also wanted to try out the newly "stolen" lightness technique.

Following the method in his mind, his clothes fluttered without wind, lightly touching the ground, and suddenly rising, dancing as he chased after Yuan Mo'er.

The radiance in Su Miaojin's eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by disappointment.

This little thief is also skilled in Qinggong?

She quickly stood up and went out.

In the courtyard, Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang looked up, watching the two figures in front and behind, their mouths slightly agape, full of astonishment.

Chen Jing's defeat earlier had greatly shocked them. After all, the Cultivation Technique was profound and difficult to practice. The intense "torture" and torment it inflicted on the body, coupled with the pain and suffering, were hard for ordinary people to endure.

They clearly saw the horror of Chen Jing's Fist Technique, but he ended up spitting blood and losing cleanly under the head of the household's fist.

The head of the household was only sixteen years old, yet his Saber Technique and Fist Technique were outstanding.

They even suspected that the head of the household had hidden manuals and refused to teach them, suffering from the same problem as the old head of the household.

Now, he was unexpectedly skilled in Qinggong as well?

"I want to be the head of the household's wife and drink his spiritual nectar every day!" Han Qiniang clenched her fists, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes.

"Shut up! Stop talking nonsense! Drink what spiritual nectar!" Cui Ying'er scolded instinctively.

Yuan Mo'er, who was flying and climbing on the eaves, began to imagine how to take advantage of the situation and attack Xin Zhuo, injuring him. After all, Qinggong couldn't harm people.

Yes, she was very confident!

If it were a sixty-year-old old bandit, she might be somewhat cautious, but a sixteen-year-old boy, she couldn't believe he had mastered all the martial arts. Was he even human?

Just then, a figure suddenly flashed past her, moving swiftly.

(End of this chapter)