Silver Beast Skin Book

Wang Xuan was solemn. If he hadn't been steady just now and had jumped down to compete, he would have shattered with a poof and died underground.

How powerful was this Daoist practitioner in life? Even after death, when someone approached his dust, such a terrifying change occurred.

He was starting to believe it now. The Daoist practitioners' "throwing elephants" likely wasn't an exaggeration or a vague legend, but something they could truly achieve.

Was that "feather ascension" just now? Wang Xuan pondered this question.

The Daoist practitioners' state was very special. When he first saw him, his hair was black, his complexion ruddy, and he looked lifelike, yet he vanished in an instant.

"Floating, floating, as if detached from the world, ascending to immortality like a feathered being." Even some historical figures had written odes, yearning for it.

In various historical records, the terms "feather ascension" and "immortality" were usually used together. Was what he saw just now the ascension to immortality passed down through the ages?

Wang Xuan mused, feeling that the truth, once revealed, would be somewhat cruel.

Some extant rare religious texts described situations very similar to what he was witnessing. In the past, great virtuous monks had entered seclusion, sealing themselves in stone chambers. When later generations opened the underground palaces, the predecessors had already vanished without a trace.

Upon seeing this, later generations would worship, believing their predecessors had ascended to immortality.

Wang Xuan was silent. This was no flying immortal; it was clearly flying ash, with body and spirit scattered into dust.

Undoubtedly, this was not good news for those who followed the Old Arts, further proving that there was no such thing as feather ascension and flying upwards.

The truth was bloody; the virtuous monks of the past were all dead!

Bang!

A corpse was thrown down, smashing onto the beast skin book. A faint silver light flickered, but no anomaly occurred.

Swish swish swish!

Three figures in succession jumped down, entering the underground palace below, and rushed towards the silver beast skin book again.

The top experts among the Daoist practitioners, clad in feather robes, had studied it until their death, their expressions focused, immersed in it beyond self-control, and had entered meditation and died.

It could be imagined that the silver scripture was extraordinary, likely with a great origin.

Wang Xuan was determined to get it, wanting to hold it and take a look at what was recorded on it.

Near him, broken stones splashed. From across the way, two people opened fire, trying to suppress him with firepower, preventing him from showing his head. Energy beams, one after another, shattered the rock walls and covered the area.

Wang Xuan was not in a hurry. Targeting the two people in front of him from his position was difficult, but from above the next level of the underground palace, it was very convenient to act against the three people below.

He held the energy gun, patiently firing single shots, practicing and familiarizing himself with the accuracy of this energy gun.

Bang!

One person was taken down by him, falling to the ground.

After several shots, the second person was hit by a beam, convulsing all over, and quickly fainted.

However, the third person in the lower underground palace successfully obtained the silver beast skin scroll and hid behind the rocks, not moving.

Wang Xuan was very patient; time was on his side. Soon, Qing Mu, Black Tiger, and others would definitely return. He wasn't the one who should be anxious.

As expected, it didn't take long for Zhou Yun to lose patience and shout, "Wrap the beast skin book in stones and throw it up!"

The black-clothed man below complied. With a flash of silver light, the beast skin scroll was thrown out, landing among a pile of broken stones above.

Zhou Yun was anxious. The scripture was quite far from their side. Throwing it from underground towards them, due to the angle, it was difficult to deliver it to their hands in one go.

Wang Xuan remained unhurried. He began to aim the energy gun at the black-clothed men lying on the ground in the upper underground palace, re-firing at them. Regardless of their true state, he did it again, ensuring that even those who were feigning death would be thoroughly knocked out this time.

He had almost given the underground palace a "baptism" from all directions. Now he felt at ease.

Crack!

During this process, the stones near Wang Xuan exploded from time to time. The two people opposite him, holding guns and firing, were quite accurate, constantly sweeping, suppressing him to the point of discomfort.

Zhou Yun was anxious. He was truly afraid that Qing Mu and Black Tiger would kill their way back. He whispered, "We're out of time. While he's being suppressed and can't show his head, have someone go and retrieve the beast skin scroll."

The two men hesitated. Although the person opposite them didn't have a strong killing intent, only using the incapacitating effect of the energy gun and not killing anyone, who knew if this was a deliberate ploy to lure them into a suicidal charge? After all, they had used such tactics before.

Under Zhou Yun's pressure, one of them reluctantly and nervously rushed out. As a result, a beam grazed him, and he almost got shot. This person quickly retreated; fortunately, he was agile.

"Time isn't on our side."

Zhou Yun gritted his teeth and flipped out from behind the rocks himself, wanting to use his agile movements to snatch it personally.

But a beam of light brushed past his ear, startling him and causing cold sweat to break out. He decisively flipped back.

Wang Xuan also felt that time was running out. He decided to take the initiative; otherwise, if Qing Mu and Black Tiger returned early, he might not have a chance to study the beast skin scroll.

Rumble!

Wang Xuan pushed a giant stone, which was relatively smooth and without sharp edges, forward, using it as cover, and moved towards the silver beast skin scroll.

"This guy has considerable strength. Let's do the same, push giant stones forward!" Zhou Yun shouted. He pushed one himself, and the other two pushed one together.

During this process, as they gradually moved forward, the angle changed, and Wang Xuan successfully dealt with the person in the lower underground palace.

As they gradually approached the beast skin scroll, Wang Xuan was about to encounter the people opposite him.

The two who were pushing the giant stones together secretly estimated when they would collide. They planned to shoot from different directions. With a numerical advantage, they naturally had a greater chance of winning.

However, things took an unexpected turn. They had underestimated Wang Xuan's strength. The opponent suddenly accelerated, changing from his previous sluggish pace.

Now, Wang Xuan, pushing the giant stone with both hands, was like a roaring train, crashing forward with a boom.

Bang!

Two large boulders suddenly collided. The two men misjudged and were sent flying by a powerful force, sustaining significant injuries.

One of them grunted, his head hitting the rock wall on one side. Blood flowed from the back of his head, his vision went black, and the pain made him pass out.

The other man was thrown into the air, firing his weapon repeatedly.

Wang Xuan dodged with agile movements and fired back, but his aim was limited. Several beams of light swept past without hitting the man, making him feel ashamed.

He flicked his wrist, throwing his dagger. With a thwip, it embedded itself in the man's shoulder, causing him to cry out in pain.

Wang Xuan was speechless. Using an energy gun was less accurate than a cold weapon. He crouched down, dodging Zhou Yun's barrage, and casually picked up a rock. With a bang, he smashed the man, whose shoulder was pierced by the dagger, in the face with the rock, bloodying him. The man fell unconscious without a sound.

"Hey!" Zhou Yun was both nervous and excited because he had already grabbed the beast skin scroll and held it in his hand. He couldn't help but want to shout.

However, it wasn't time for joy yet. He calmed himself, hid behind the boulder, and continued to fire at Wang Xuan.

Wang Xuan returned fire, but the effect was poor.

He crouched behind a blue stone, put down the energy gun, took off his long saber, and threw it.

Zhou Yun hid behind the boulder, not even showing his head. He only occasionally raised an arm to fire a surprise shot. Suddenly, he felt a chilling cold. Just as he raised his energy gun, he heard a crack. The gun had broken.

He reacted extremely quickly, retracting his hand. A flash of bright saber light cut through the air. It was an alloy saber that had cut through the energy gun and grazed his hand, leaving it bloody. He broke out in a cold sweat, terrified.

If he had reacted a moment slower, his hand would have been severed. At the same time, the alloy saber had almost hit the top of his head, flying past his scalp.

Seeing this, Wang Xuan leaped forward. He was very close to Zhou Yun and reached him in a single pounce. He didn't bother picking up the energy gun on the ground because he felt that at close range, his Old Arts were more reliable.

Zhou Yun laughed when he saw this, revealing his pearly white teeth and saying sinisterly, "You dare to fight me hand-to-hand? You won't even know how you died. I practice Super Arts!"

He also leaped up, full of confidence. The opponent was using Old Arts, and attacking like this was purely suicidal.

He was 1.85 meters tall with a sturdy build. At this moment, a faint blue mist appeared all over his body, and his palms and fingers emitted blue light. Zhou Yun sneered and lunged at Wang Xuan.

He believed his Super Arts could directly pierce his opponent's body, crushing him. The opponent couldn't withstand his terrifying power.

After all, he had initially touched supernatural substances!

In Zhou Yun's opinion, the last time he encountered Wang Xuan was purely an accident. It was rare to find many young people who could achieve such a level in Old Arts.

Did this mixed-race person with blue eyes think he could contend with him using the path of Old Arts? He thought it was simply asking for abuse, waiting to be killed!

Wang Xuan was very calm, not even frowning. This time, he didn't use the Five Viscera Thunder Sound Art, because the faint thunderous sound was too obvious.

He used another Body Art – the Golden Robe Art.

He had once consulted Qing Mu about effective ways to counter Super Arts.

Qing Mu had mentioned the Golden Robe Art, a Body Art that was said to be impervious to blades and spears when practiced to a high level, making it extremely effective against supernatural substances.

Wang Xuan had practiced it in the past and achieved some success.

As he displayed it now, his skin tensed, and a faint golden glow flashed across it.

Boom!

Zhou Yun felt as if he had been hit by a mountain. He flew out as if riding the clouds, and at the same time, his palm felt a sharp pain, and the attached blue light was scattered.

He felt unbearable pain. After mastering the New Arts, he had been defeated by two young people in just two days. Most importantly, one of them was mixed-race!

He roared, stumbling to the ground before leaping up again, wanting to counterattack.

As a result, the opponent's palm, wearing a protective glove, struck again. With a bang, Zhou Yun's hands were instantly bloody, his tiger's mouth cracked open, and his fingernails were lifted, almost falling off.

Bang!

Zhou Yun felt a sharp pain as the opponent hit his forearm. With a crack, he heard a clear bone fracture.

Chii!

The next moment, he felt a chill on his chest. His clothes were torn open again, and the silver beast skin scroll was snatched away.

"No!" Zhou Yun roared indignantly.

However, the next moment he quieted down considerably. Wang Xuan punched his nose. With a crack, his nasal bone broke, and he was sent flying.

When he saw Wang Xuan walking over, picking up a basketball-sized rock, Zhou Yun's grief and indignation completely disappeared. He no longer dared to shout.

He covered his nose, trying hard to force a smile, and said, "Friend, you are very strong, much stronger than a guy named Wang I know. I, Zhou Yun, admit defeat. Let's be friends, don't kill me. I'm from the Zhou Family, the son of Zhou Mingxuan. You might not care, but it's better to have one less enemy. After all, if I die, the Zhou Family will definitely investigate. Friend, please be merciful."

Then, he saw the mixed-race person with blue eyes suddenly hurl the basketball-sized rock towards his head!

Bang!

"Ah..." Zhou Yun screamed, his voice cutting off abruptly.

He found that he wasn't dead, nor did he feel any sharp pain. The rock grazed his scalp and hit the ground, making his ears ring. He was covered in cold sweat, truly terrified, feeling as if he had just brushed past death.

"Friend, thank you for sparing my life!" He was actually a little moved. It felt good to be alive, and he felt like crying.

Bang!

Wang Xuan's foot landed, kicking him in the head, knocking him unconscious.

Then Wang Xuan quickly unrolled the silver beast skin scroll. There was nothing else to say; he had to memorize it all immediately!

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