"Hehe, you want the Nine Yin Manual, don't you?"
Gu Hui shook his head and said disdainfully, "That lousy martial art was barely known in the martial world before I got my hands on it—and I got the complete version.
Though it stirred up bloody turmoil across the martial world, it wasn't enough for me to covet.
I don't even think much of Huang Shang himself, let alone the martial art he created.
Wang Chongyang once used that manual to make a wager with my third brother. He lost, and my third brother read it.
When my third brother was nearing death, he gave it to me, along with the Nine Yang Manual he had derived from the Nine Yin Manual.
The Nine Yin Manual was broad, while the Nine Yang Manual prized focus.
Once the Nine Yang Manual was mastered, one's internal energy would circulate endlessly throughout the body, cycling without cease, while the body itself would become immune to all poisons.
In my view, the Nine Yin Manual was inferior even to the Nine Yang Manual that old Third had derived from it.
I'm telling you all this to make one thing clear: I bear no ill will toward your disciple.
In fact, after some training under me, perhaps this girl won't be hunted and cursed by everyone in the martial world anymore."
Huang Yaoshi was shocked. He had heard Wang Chongyang mention this matter before. The person who had wagered with Wang Chongyang had been an old monk. Could the person before him really be...?
If that were true, then how old was this person? Yet why did they look so young? Could their cultivation have reached the realm of Creation?
"So you are a senior master. Medicine Master was presumptuous.
In that case, she may follow