Revitalizing Angelic Glory, I, Qian Daoliu, Will Not Shirk My Duty

As a veteran of the academy, Wang Sheng knew the situation all too well.

He referred to that man as "Grandmaster," a person nearing fifty years of age whose spirit power was only at level twenty-nine; he would likely never make a breakthrough in his entire life.

Grandmaster was a guest-like figure at the academy, rumored to have stayed only because of his good relationship with the dean. He was essentially a freeloader, yet Tang San had taken him on as a teacher.

What Xiao Wu found somewhat unexpected was that after Wang Sheng's explanation, Tang San flew into a rage and stormed out of the cafeteria, refusing to accept Wang Sheng's treat.

He must have been shamed into anger after Wang Sheng saw through his lack of judgment, Xiao Wu thought. She waited to see more, but there was little content left, and the story simply cut off.

Looking at the words "To be continued," Xiao Wu felt that the human world wasn't particularly dangerous; in fact, it was quite interesting.

To think a transformed spirit beast could have such an interpretation. Xiao Wuji was quite surprised that his writing—modeled after Confucius's "Spring and Autumn" style of editing, where he recorded events without adding commentary—had actually led Xiao Wu to draw her own conclusions by omitting some of Tang San's emotional state.

[Follow-up reading for the first two chapters of <The Legend of the Soft Bone Rabbit Xiao Wu's Transformation and Cultivation into a God> completed.]

[Follow-up count: 10.]

[Follow-up count reached, unlocking reward: Nine Yang Manual.]

[Next reward unlock at follow-up count: 30.]

Before Xiao Wuji could even register his surprise at the doubled follow-up requirement, a flood of information surged into his mind.

The information began as text, followed immediately by incredibly vivid imagery. The two complemented each other so perfectly that even though Xiao Wuji had no prior experience in martial arts, he could start from scratch without any obstacles.

It was common knowledge that Jin Yong's martial arts novels existed in three versions: the serialized version, the Sanlian version, and the revised version.

Different versions contained different content, and the lore regarding the Nine Yang Divine Skill was no exception.

The serialized version claimed it was created by Bodhidharma; the Sanlian version did not specify a creator, but through the mouth of Zhang Sanfeng, it noted, "Patriarch Bodhidharma was from Tianzhu; even if he could write our Chinese characters, his prose would surely be crude. The language in this Nine Yang Manual is exquisite and elegant; a foreigner could never have written it. It must have been composed by a Central Plains scholar of later generations."

In the revised version, it was finally confirmed to be the Wine-Drinking Divine Monk.

Xiao Wuji digested the information. The manual he had obtained was indeed the one written by the Wine-Drinking Divine Monk, which explicitly focused on the harmony of Yin and Yang and the mutual reinforcement of hardness and softness. Unlike the Nine Yin Manual, it did not require knowledge of Sanskrit or the translation of a master text.

"Martial arts from the Jianghu, when placed in a different world, naturally yield different cultivation effects; not to mention the addition of spirit rings from spirit beasts cultivated for ten, a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand years—they are bound to become even more extraordinary. Among all the divine internal arts, this Nine Yang Manual ranks at the top. It should be far more powerful than the Douluo Meditation Method or the Mysterious Heaven Skill."

Xiao Wuji had already written novels for five people and observed how they read and reacted. Now that he had become a reader himself, he mused silently.

"If his force obstructs my skin, my intent has already entered his bones. Both hands support, one breath connects. If the left is heavy, the left is empty, and the right has already departed; if the right is heavy, the right is empty, and the left has already departed... The breath is like a wheel; the whole body must follow. Where there is no following, the body becomes scattered; the ailment should be sought in the waist and legs..."

This Nine Yang Manual was extremely complex and could not be summarized in a single sentence.

In short, the preliminary technique involved practicing the "Great Heavenly Cycle Circulation," guiding a warm stream of true energy from the Dantian to circulate through the Ren, Du, and Chong meridians and their various acupoints.

After completing one such cycle, the body felt as if it had been nourished by sweet dew, and the true energy in the Dantian drifted like incense smoke, leisurely and free—this was known as the "Nebulous Purple Qi."

Xiao Wuji followed the information he had received to study and practice on his own. As a beginner with no instructor, he had no idea what his natural aptitude was.

He only felt that after a while, a sensation of energy emerged, thin as a strand of hair. His Dantian grew slightly warm, and under his guidance, that thread-like flow of energy began to circulate, while his Dantian continuously generated more—it was truly inexhaustible.

When the first cycle ended, the flow of energy seemed to have been refined and purified; the originally grayish-white energy now shimmered with a faint purple hue, which was extremely strange.

Xiao Wuji had only practiced it once, yet he felt his entire body glowing with warmth, an indescribable comfort. The exhaustion from his busyness since last night was almost entirely swept away.

Refreshed, Xiao Wuji did not practice a second time. He slowly opened his eyes and began searching for new readers.

The first two tiers of follow-up rewards seemed to be beginner perks; starting from this third tier, the requirements for the follow-up count would become extremely high.

He decided to publish the new book he had written first to gauge reader reactions, which would help him with future updates.

<Rebuilding the Glory of the Angel, I, Qian Daoliu, Am Duty-Bound>, released!

The night deepened, dark clouds obscured the moon, and the sky was pitch black. Many had already extinguished their lamps to rest, but in a palace within Spirit City, the lights remained bright.

Before a massive and magnificent statue of the Angel God, Qian Daoliu was still praying devoutly.

He was burly and tall, with long golden hair draped casually over his shoulders. Judging by his appearance alone, one could never tell he was an elder over a hundred years old.

Suddenly, golden light flickered in the palm of the Angel God statue. A book appeared and slowly descended.

Noticing the anomaly in the hall, Qian Daoliu opened his eyes just in time to see the book floating down from the statue. He hurriedly reached out his hands to catch it.

"Rebuilding the glory of the Angel, I, Qian Daoliu, am duty-bound..." Seeing the bold, sweeping calligraphy on the cover, Qian Daoliu felt a stir in his heart. He had been waiting for the inheritance of the Angel God for over a hundred years.

"Does the Angel God have some guidance?" Qian Daoliu looked up at the massive statue and opened the book.

[With the shattering of the Angel God position, the inheritance of the Angel God ends with the generation of Qian Renxue.]

"What?" As one of the three peerless Douluo, with the weight of both his strength and his age, there was almost nothing that could affect his emotions.

But this single sentence turned his face pale and threw him into a state of utter disarray.

The thing he had painstakingly waited for over a hundred years, the dawn he had only seen upon the arrival of Qian Renxue—had it been destroyed?

[The Great Elder Qian Daoliu, who had already performed the Sacrifice, is accidentally reborn, returning to many years in the past.

Bearing the memories of a lifetime and relying on his foresight, he guides Qian Renxue to godhood once more, allowing the glory of the Angel God to shine across the entire continent.]

Seeing the next two lines, Qian Daoliu's spirit lifted, and color returned to his face: "I have been reborn?"

Watching his new reader, Qian Daoliu, Xiao Wuji clicked his tongue. If he were able to distribute rewards, a "sign-in" style would clearly be more suitable for this Great Elder than a "rebirth" style.

Unlike his previous approach of purely utilizing his knowledge of the plot, this time he would incorporate his own understanding to secure benefits for himself.

Writing novels was truly an exhausting task; the system's rewards alone were hardly enough.

[Chapter 1: The Angel God Position Shatters, The Great Elder is Reborn]

Looking at the blunt chapter title, Qian Daoliu felt a heavy weight in his heart.

Based on his understanding, no god had appeared on the Douluo Continent for countless years. Xiao Xue was destined for godhood and was the most likely candidate to achieve it; how could it end in the shattering of the god position? Could it be...