The Road to Scavenging Martial Arts Treasures

"Bing Xue'er?" Song Qingshu murmured to himself, etching the name deep into his heart.

He had been hesitating whether to continue pursuing her. He took a few steps forward, only to pull back. What would be the point of chasing after her?

At this moment, Song Qingshu felt an urgent desire to become stronger. Previously, it was the pressure of Zhou Zhiruo's pursuit. Now, he had a new reason: to be with Bing Xue'er smoothly in the future.

He clearly remembered the immense obstacles Yang Guo and Xiaolongnü faced in their union. Yang Guo was even nearly killed by Guo Jing's palm, which led to a series of tragedies for the couple.

What caused all of this? One could say it was the bloodless killing by societal etiquette, or one could say it was Yang Guo's lack of strength in his early days.

When Yang Guo later became the Condor Hero, nearly invincible in the world, and Xiaolongnü, using the Jade Maiden Heart Swordplay with her dual-wielding, forced the Golden Wheel Monk into a desperate state, who dared to comment on their relationship? Did Guo Jing and Huang Rong dare to bring up etiquette then?

Song Qingshu did not want to repeat the mistakes of Yang Guo and Xiaolongnü. He thought that Madam Hu would either be at Medicine King Manor looking for Hu Fei or returning to Liaodong's Jade Brush Villa. It wouldn't be difficult for him to find her. The immediate priority was to strengthen himself.

Arriving at a large rock on the mountain peak, Song Qingshu sat in meditation, recalling some martial arts he remembered. Although his meridians had been severed back then, he had deliberately memorized the Nine Yin Manual and the palm techniques of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms from the Dragon Slaying Saber and Heavenly Sword. He never expected they would actually be useful now. Half a day later, when Song Qingshu opened his eyes, his internal energy had become even more substantial and dense.

Although he had learned the Nine Yin Manual and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms in such a short time, Song Qingshu couldn't quite feel happy. His ability to instantly master martial arts manuals was indeed heaven-defying, but he now realized that this ability only allowed him to learn them.

Martial arts have a degree of compatibility. Only when the martial artist's temperament aligns with the style of the martial art can its power be maximized.

For example, Song Qingshu now knew both the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, but these two martial arts did not quite match his inherent temperament. Therefore, when using the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, the power displayed by Song Qingshu was far inferior to that of Qiao Feng or Guo Jing. Similarly, when using the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, Song Qingshu's power was not as great as Zhou Zhiruo's or Mei Chaofeng's.

The Nine Yin Manual contained numerous martial arts: the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, White Python Whip Technique, Great Demon Subduing Palm, Heart Shattering Palm... Was there not a single one that matched Song Qingshu's temperament? Of course, there was: the Soul Shifting Great Method.

Song Qingshu's expression was strange. How could he have mastered this technique? Could it be that his temperament was truly destined to be that of a lecher?

Regarding this technique, he was now full of confidence. Looking across the world, perhaps no one else had cultivated it more profoundly than him. Even Guo Jing and Huang Rong, who also knew the Soul Shifting Great Method, would have their minds captured if they were caught off guard.

Besides martial arts compatibility, Song Qingshu had another significant problem: a lack of practical combat experience. Although he knew every move, when facing an opponent's attack, he was clueless about which martial art to use for defense and which move to counter with next.

"Right now, Wang Yuyan and I are two extremes," Song Qingshu said with a wry smile. "Her eyesight is extremely sharp, yet she doesn't know any martial arts herself. I know quite a few martial arts, but my eyesight is too poor."

"Who cares! In the end, martial arts combat relies on speed and strength. If I focus more on these, I can achieve a state of 'no moves defeating moves,' wahaha~" Thinking of this, Song Qingshu couldn't help but laugh heartily at the sky.

Walking down the mountain path, Song Qingshu practiced the Divine Light Scripture for a while, then circulated his Nine Yin internal energy. Finally, his expression grew increasingly grim. These two internal energy disciplines, one extremely hard and yang, the other extremely soft and yin, were completely incompatible. If he didn't want to explode and die, he could only choose one to cultivate.

"Damn it!" Song Qingshu couldn't help but curse. Both divine skills had their advantages, making it incredibly difficult to choose.

After agonizing for half a day, he finally gave up thinking and temporarily left the two internal energies to their own devices. After all, it wouldn't reach a critical point anytime soon.

On his way down the mountain, he had actually been contemplating where to go next. When he reached the foot of the mountain, Song Qingshu had already made up his mind. "Let's head to the Boundless Jade Cave!" In his previous life, he had seen a saying on a forum: "If you transmigrate to Jin Yong's wuxia world and don't cultivate Nine Yin Nine Yang or Lingbo Weibu, you'd be too embarrassed to show your face." Now, he deeply agreed. With his BUG-like ability to learn at a glance, it would be a disgrace to heaven's gifts not to master all the martial arts in the world.

The North Darkness Divine Skill in the Boundless Jade Cave was acceptable. After all, Song Qingshu possessed the Divine Light Scripture and Nine Yin internal energy, making his internal force already quite formidable. The North Darkness Divine Skill required dispersing all one's internal energy, making it like a chicken rib to him. Lingbo Weibu, however, was different; it was the best choice for saving his life.

Song Qingshu was extremely wary of this world filled with violence. He felt that the more life-saving skills he had, the better.

The more he thought about it, the more his heart burned. Song Qingshu immediately set off on the road to Dali. Along the way, thinking about the many martial arts treasures waiting for him to "visit" them, such as the Nine Yang Divine Skill in Kunlun Mountain, the Dugu Sword Tomb, the Nine Swords of Dugu in Huashan's Siguo Cliff, the Golden Snake Secret Manual in the Golden Snake Cave, and the Bixie Sword Manual in Fujian... Pfft, that one doesn't count! Thinking of these, Song Qingshu's gloomy mood, caused by Bing Xue'er's departure, gradually brightened.

After traveling through mountains and wading through streams, venturing deep into barren lands, he finally located the Wuliang Sword Sect. Although Song Qingshu knew that the Boundless Jade Cave was near the Wuliang Sword Sect, he didn't know the exact location. Thus, he used the jade tablet as a reference point and began searching everywhere.

It took him more than half a month, but he finally found the Boundless Jade Cave. "Fairy Sister, here I come~" Song Qingshu happily scurried inside. If anyone were present at this moment, hearing such an insatiably thirsty voice would inevitably lead to wild imaginations.

From afar, he saw the jade statue. It was indeed lifelike, with a light yellow silk robe draped over it that trembled slightly. Its eyes shone with a radiant light, and a faint blush seemed to emanate from the white jade's texture, making it appear no different from human skin.

Staring into its eyes, as dark and inky as stars, Song Qingshu actually felt a flutter in his heart. "No wonder that silly Duan Yu was instantly captivated. It truly is a bit uncanny."

Remembering the purpose of his trip, Song Qingshu had no time to admire the beauty. He hurriedly lifted the jade statue's skirt and bent down to search meticulously.

He finally discovered the prayer mat. When Song Qingshu noticed the hole in it, his expression immediately turned a bit grim. He reached his hand inside and rummaged around. After finding nothing, he finally gave up hope.

It seemed that Duan Yu of this world had already gotten there first. Previously, he had noticed that the plot direction of this world was somewhat different from the original work, and Song Qingshu had held onto a sliver of hope, perhaps Duan Yu hadn't arrived here yet... Now, it seemed he had been overthinking everything.