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A cool breeze swept past. Leaves rustled in the small grove nearby, and the occasional insect chirp sounded from between the branches, making the darkness seem especially mysterious.

At this moment, Xiang Yang was the only one left standing where he was, his mind heavy with thoughts as he stroked his chin and pondered something.

You Man still lay unconscious on the grass, while the old man with terrifying martial arts and unknown origins had already vanished without a trace.

"I did learn quite a few things. Reincarnation—more precisely, certain special people possess this ability. I could only achieve this through the Wordless Book. Not only was my cultivation insufficient, but the quality of my primordial spirit was also vastly different."

He had spoken with the other man for quite some time. Aside from pretending to seek guidance about the unusual secrets of this body, they had also discussed matters of martial arts. He had gained quite a lot.

Of course, Xiang Yang had also established a subtle connection with the Old Man. If anything arose in the future, he could go to the Ten Thousand Flowers Pavilion to find him. Unfortunately, he still had no idea of the man's true identity.

After thinking for a moment, Xiang Yang bent down and extended his fair hand. His eyes brimmed with curiosity as they roamed endlessly over You Man's burly body, especially his arms, thighs, chest, abdomen, front and back. He half-grabbed and half-kneaded, his five fingers plucking, lifting, flicking, and pressing, as though doing something unspeakable. His movements were remarkably practiced.

For those who trained their bodies, more than half their martial arts lay in this very flesh. Xiang Yang's understanding of the martial path ran deep. Merely by feeling the bones and probing the muscles, he could already glimpse