yasinovel Chapter 37 Life-or-Death Secret Techniques
Chapter 37 Life-or-Death Secret Techniques
Yang Song put down the manual in his hand, his mind racing.
Could it be that Black Wind Stronghold has remained silent because Liu Zhen did not send a message to warn them?
Liu Zhen considers himself a hero, but he's less courageous than a rat.
To regard him as a formidable enemy is an insult to yourself.
A coward like him isn't even worthy of carrying your shoes!
[Reward: Seven days of cultivation points]
Yang Song stroked his chin, it seemed that Liu Zhen had indeed not sent anyone to inform Black Wind Stronghold.
But if that happens, when will he be able to wait for Black Wind Stronghold's revenge?
Black Wind Village is more than ten miles away from Anping County. The bandits dared not come to the city easily. Who would have thought that he would come to the village and kill someone?
"Looks like I'll have to go to Black Wind Stronghold again."
Yang Song had this idea.
To rapidly improve one's strength, one must constantly seek out challenges.
If you slack off and become lazy, it will be too late to regret it when you face a life-or-death crisis!
"Once I reach the early stage of Qi Condensation, I should have a good chance of defeating the leader of Black Wind Stronghold."
But that's not enough; this person has too many helpers.
Yang Song tapped the table lightly and pondered for a while.
Suddenly, he had an idea.
He should cultivate a forbidden technique that can briefly boost his strength, allowing him to fight others in a suicidal manner.
Since he can gain power at any time and his injuries can be healed in an instant, why not be bolder?
Yang Song took a deep breath, and an idea came to him.
He decided to make a trip to the black market to find a forbidden technique specifically used for risking one's life!
Just do it!
Yang Song found a black cloth to cover his face, put on a bamboo hat, and left his house without carrying any weapons.
He had been patrolling the streets of Anping County for more than half a month, so he knew the location of the black market.
He took a deep breath and leaped into the night, speeding through the darkness for more than a quarter of an hour before finally stopping in front of an inconspicuous old courtyard gate.
Li Liang mentioned that this house was built by a wealthy merchant surnamed Li. About seventy years ago, dozens of members of the Li family were hanged in the house, and since then the mansion has been abandoned and turned into a trading market.
"Entry fee is five taels, and stall fee is ten taels."
The man in black guarding the courtyard gate saw that Yang Song was dressed in a mask and spoke in a nonchalant tone.
Yang Song took out a silver ingot from his pocket and threw it over, saying in a hoarse voice, "Go in and buy something, no stalls."
The man in black gripped the silver in his hand and stepped aside, saying, "Don't cause trouble inside, or you'll face the consequences!"
"Um."
Yang Song responded and pushed open the door to go inside.
People came and went in the courtyard. Each stall had an oil lamp lit, and the stall owners, who sat cross-legged on the ground, all had their faces covered, with only their eyes showing.
Yang Song looked at each stall one by one, and finally stopped in front of a stall full of bottles and jars.
He squatted down, glanced at the labeled bottles and jars, and picked up a white porcelain bottle.
"Corpse-dissolving potion".
A flicker of fervor flashed in Yang Song's eyes: "Will it work?"
The stall owner glanced at him sideways: "Nonsense! Would I be selling something useless?"
Hearing this tone, Yang Song wasn't annoyed.
He pulled out the cork, and a strong, rotten smell immediately hit him, almost making him faint even though his face was covered.
Seeing Yang Song sway, the stall owner cursed him as an idiot in his heart, then said mockingly, "You can't tell the real from the fake corpse-dissolving water just by smelling it. You have to dip your finger in it. If the flesh rots, then it's the real thing."
Yang Song plugged the bottle and retorted, "Since you're selling this stuff, you should test it on yourself and let me see if it's real or fake."
Hold out your hand, I'll pour a little into your palm and see if it's genuine.
The stall owner scoffed, "Are you going to buy it or not?"
How much?
"One hundred taels, no bargaining!"
Yang Song glanced at the stall; there were four bottles of corpse-dissolving liquid: "I'll take them all."
As he spoke, he took out four silver notes from his pocket and threw them on the stall.
The stall owner's eyes lit up immediately; he hadn't expected Yang Song to be so generous.
He tore off a piece of black cloth from his belt, wrapped the four bottles of corpse-dissolving liquid in it, and carefully tied a knot.
"Guest, take this carefully. If you accidentally break it, getting the corpse-dissolving liquid on your feet is no joke."
The stall owner's attitude did a complete 180-degree turn, becoming incredibly enthusiastic.
He carefully handed the package to Yang Song, then introduced, "I also have sleeping potion, aphrodisiac, and erectile dysfunction drug here..."
"No."
Yang Song interrupted the stall owner: "I don't need it for now. I'll come back to you if I need it in the future."
"Why!"
The stall owner agreed, "I set up my stall here every day. You can come to me anytime if you need anything."
"it is good."
Yang Song carefully held the corpse-dissolving water and then browsed other stalls.
Just after he left, a squeaking sound came from the stall owner's arms at the medicine stand next to him, and a golden rat head popped out.
Zhou Feng didn't dare to look at Yang Song. He took out a piece of dried meat from his pouch and gave it to the treasure-hunting rat. Then he quickly packed up the miscellaneous items on his stall and hurriedly left the black market.
Yang Song was unaware of this. He stopped in front of a stall displaying secret manuals and began to examine them.
"Diamond Fist, Eagle Claw Skill, Mountain Pushing Palm, Pure Yuan Skill..."
Although there are many martial arts manuals and techniques, none of them contain the forbidden techniques he desires.
Fortunately, there are many stalls selling secret manuals in the black market.
He looked at them one by one and finally found the martial arts he wanted at one of the stalls.
"All acupoints open at once".
By channeling true qi through 108 vital points, one's strength can increase three to five times, but the consequence is that one will die after one incense stick's time, with all meridians severed!
Although this martial art is dangerous, it won't harm you in the slightest.
How can the experience summarized by a group of mediocre people be applied to you?
You possess unparalleled courage and the ability to overcome all difficulties; how could you possibly be harmed by a mere martial art?
[Reward: Ten days of cultivation points]
Yang Song knew in his heart that he could learn this martial art!
How much?
Five taels of silver.
Yang Song was stunned. It was so cheap?
However, he immediately realized that the manuals displayed on the stall must have been replicated countless times, which was why they were sold cheaply.
He originally planned that if the stall owner asked for an exorbitant price, he would use his extraordinary comprehension to get the martial arts technique for free.
Since it only costs five taels of silver, there's no need to be stingy, after all, copying the manual isn't an easy task.
He took out a silver ingot from his pocket and placed it on the stall, then began to look through the manual.
To be honest, practicing the martial art "Opening All Acupoints" is too easy for you.
Less than a quarter of an hour, three breaths!
"Opening a Hundred Holes" is so easy to learn, so incredibly easy to learn.
Why don't you want to practice such low-level martial arts? A man has some pride.
[Reward: "All Acupoints Open"]
In an instant, a meridian diagram appeared in Yang Song's mind, and true energy flowed rapidly through the meridians, opening up 108 vital acupoints.
Sure enough, in less than a quarter of an hour, three breaths!
He then learned this martial art.