An hour passed.
Lin Sheng closed the booklet, his brows furrowing so deeply they nearly formed the character for river.
"This Ape Fetus Technique seems rather twisted."
Rubbing his chin, he was somewhat speechless.
According to its account, this Ape Fetus Technique had apparently been derived from a first-rate martial art.
Simplified from a first-rate martial art, its power seemed considerably stronger than that of ordinary second-rate martial arts.
However, its cultivation requirements were also far more stringent.
It required special medicine to assist cultivation. Otherwise, progress would be extremely slow, and forcing oneself to cultivate it could even result in deviation.
Moreover, even with secret medicine aiding cultivation, successfully mastering this technique came with certain drawbacks for the practitioner.
For instance, cultivating this technique—particularly into its later stages—would place a certain burden upon the practitioner's physique, causing unavoidable hidden injuries within the body.
Once the practitioner grew old and frail, those hidden injuries would reveal themselves. By then, they would endure immense pain and die amid suffering.
More crucially, long-term use of the secret medicine would irreversibly affect the body. Cultivating other martial arts would become slow, or perhaps impossible altogether.
"This martial art has quite a few drawbacks. Though its power is stronger than ordinary second-rate martial arts, those drawbacks are rather serious."
Lin Sheng had already thoroughly read through the entire booklet, yet there was not the slightest detailed information regarding the secret medicine.
"Without the secret medicine, it means this is difficult to cultivate. That really is troublesome."
"And this technique doesn't seem like any orthodox martial art. That final side effect is also a major problem."
Lin Sheng thought to himself. In truth, he did not care about the distinction between righteous and wicked martial arts. To him, any martial art that could raise his