Nine Revolutions of the Heavenly God Technique

Tang Qinghe smiled faintly. "It wasn't just that you came from the School of Medicine. You also came from the Poison School, and you're a Poison King who's reached the peak of poison mastery. Treating poison is all you're good for. There's no harm in it for me, so of course I'm happy to let you do it."

At Ke Ming's frank words, Han San was stunned for a moment. Then he put an arm around Tang Qinghe's shoulder and laughed heartily. "Good! You've got a way with words, kid. If it weren't for that fierce little woman, I would've long since swallowed my pride and sworn brotherhood with you."

"To become sworn brothers with you and Han San is something I could only wish for. But there's no time to lose. We must hurry and find the Ice Grass. Treating your poison won't be accomplished in a day. If I take too long, I'm afraid the old dean will think I've let you down." Tang Qinghe laughed.

Han San fell silent, then said, "You're right. Come on, I'll go with you."

A short while later, accompanied by Han San, Tang Qinghe found the school director and asked for half a year's leave. He also spoke with Tang Danyu.

Then he set off with Han San.

To put his own daughter's mind at ease, the school director had chosen to send Tang Qinghe back to his old home in the Setting Sun Forest.

Of course, Tang Qinghe was only too happy to go.

After buying some necessary tools and a few bottles of drinking water, the two men set off from the school in the evening and headed for the Setting Sun Forest.

Guided by Han San, they reached the mountainous area where the Icefire Two-Headed Python lived.

It was already around dawn. The two men pressed on, climbing the mountain ridge.

Han San laughed. "Kid, now I see why you were so confident you could cure my poison. I never expected you to be able to diagnose the poison in me so accurately. I don't know what other secrets you're hiding."

"Whether I have secrets or not is beside the point. I can see that the poisonous miasma and the sulfurous smell drifting up from the water mean there's a hot spring below. The Ice Grass you need is probably down there." Tang Qinghe walked to the edge of the cliff and pretended not to know.

Han San followed his gaze and said, "Oh, this is where I once tracked a female Soul Beast, a Five-Hundred-Year Nether Serpent. I noticed quite a few herbs growing down there, so I transplanted some here myself. The herbs from the outside world are all here. Help yourself. Didn't you say you liked collecting herbs? If you can cure the poison in me, I'll even give you all the herbs I've gathered over the years."

Tang Qinghe smiled. "Then I won't stand on ceremony. I'm very interested in the herbs you've collected over the years."

"Good! You've got a real knack for winning people over, kid."

Han San chuckled and led Tang Qinghe onward.

After some time spent talking and observing, Han San had come to understand Tang Qinghe a little better. Though he was young and usually hard on himself, he was a good and sincere person.

He didn't play mind games.

He didn't toy with people.

Compared with those hypocritical young masters, he was far better.

That was why Han San could remain so calm and friendly with him.

"So, you don't mind me taking advantage of you?" Tang Qinghe asked Han San.

Seeing how sincere Tang Qinghe was, Han San immediately assured him, "What I say is true, and it's only fair. As long as you can cure my poison, I'll give you every herb I've collected over the years."

Han San's expression suddenly turned grave. "But there's one thing you need to think through. I'll have you take a pill made from the venom of my Jade-Scaled Snake King. The pill contains half of my Spirit Power. If I die, it could explode inside you. On the other hand, it'll also help you quickly build up your Spirit Power. So it'll do you good, not harm. Once you've cured me, I'll draw it out. Don't judge me by the standards of a petty man. My life isn't mine alone; I still have to look after that fierce little woman."

"That's only natural. Since you've laid down your terms, if anything unexpected happens, I'll do everything I can to help." Tang Qinghe nodded.

Han San had assumed the most Tang Qinghe could take from him was a few years' worth of herbs. He hadn't really minded. He patted his chest and agreed.

The two men reached a cliffside. Seeing the herbs growing everywhere, Tang Qinghe remembered Han San's warning not to touch anything for three days. He would wait until then before taking any.

Meanwhile, he picked all the herbs around the cliff and put them into his Hundred Treasure Pouch.

Tang Qinghe took out the Ice Grass and held it in his left hand. He had already spent ten years training in the Nine Revolutions of the Heavenly God Technique since first encountering Han San. He planned to take the Immortal Herb himself before helping Han San recover.

He'd never expected the Heavenly Emperor Pill to be one of those martial-world elixirs that demanded a terrible price. Even without cultivating the Nine Revolutions of the Heavenly God Technique, he could still use the Heavenly Net to circulate Spirit Power and wield the Jade Hand.

He had specifically drawn out some time to practice the Jade Hand and the Purple Demon Eye.

He'd also learned a little about his other hidden weapons. He hoped they'd come in handy when he met someone from the Tang Clan.

Using the Jade Hand, Tang Qinghe grasped the Ice Grass by its roots with his left hand. With a light twist, he severed the entire plant from the surrounding rocks. Then he plucked it out in the same way, quickly combining the two roots and putting them in his mouth. They immediately melted.

The two Immortal Herbs dissolved as soon as they entered his mouth.

Tang Qinghe sat down right away and circulated the Heavenly Net. At first, everything went smoothly, but gradually, he began to grow pale and his body grew hot, as if he'd been tossed into a steamer.

Without daring to hesitate, he took off his clothes and submerged himself in the milky-white poisonous spring in the Icefire Two-Headed Python's territory. The scorching heat in his body eased somewhat, but even so, if he didn't hurry, he'd soon be burned to a crisp.

In his desperation, he quickly racked his brains, trying to find a way to save himself.

"The Nine Revolutions of the Heavenly God Technique is strange, but it's also extremely balanced. Originally, Han San relied on it to absorb the two Immortal Herbs. Could it be that by using the Heavenly Net, my Spirit Power has become too extreme, and the Yin-Yang balance has been disrupted? When Yin and Yang lose their balance... The Nine Revolutions of the Heavenly God Technique—the best method for bringing them into balance—that must be it!"

At that thought, Tang Qinghe immediately began cultivating the Nine Revolutions of the Heavenly God Technique, which he had practiced for a hundred years.

As the Nine Revolutions of the Heavenly God Technique circulated, a layer of black miasma seemed to cover his body. His temperature gradually fell, and he settled into a state of profound tranquility.

Tang Qinghe's mind slowly sank into his body, too.

In a trance, he seemed to sense a huge white tiger wreathed in fire in his body, alongside thirteen golden lights shaped like flying knives.

They were his Battle Tiger Martial Soul and his hidden-weapon martial soul, the Thirteen Flying Knives.

He sensed the attraction between his Spirit Power from the Nine Revolutions of the Heavenly God Technique and the Spirit Power of the Heavenly Net.

The Battle Tiger Martial Soul and the Thirteen Flying Knives Martial Soul seemed to draw closer.

Unexpectedly, each drew upon its own power, converging into a single stream.

When Tang Qinghe woke, two days had already passed. He found himself floating naked in the Icefire Two-Headed Python's spring.