Seeing Chen Changming speak so lightly of it, the white-haired old man's shock only grew deeper.
Originally, he had wanted to repay Chen Changming for treating him, which was why he had wanted to see whether Chen Changming could cultivate this technique.
Who would have thought—
Chen Changming was actually a born genius of demonic body cultivation, accomplishing in the time it took to burn a stick of incense what had taken him ten years.
At that moment, the white-haired old man was completely seized by the desire to nurture talent.
He wanted to pass the remaining portions of this technique on to Chen Changming in their entirety.
At this thought, a resolute expression surfaced in the white-haired old man's eyes.
With a sweep of his hand, he reached through the prison bars and said in the tragic, resolute tone of a warrior cutting off his own arm, "Fine. I'll teach you the rest of the technique!"
"Thank you, Senior!"
Overjoyed, Chen Changming quickly handed over the Jade Slip.
At that moment, he failed to notice the tragic resolve in the old man's eyes.
Taking the Jade Slip, the white-haired old man closed his eyes and gathered every detail of this technique from his mind into it.
His brows were tightly furrowed, and fine beads of sweat seeped across his forehead. Clearly, the process was no easy one for him.
A moment later, he opened his eyes and handed the Jade Slip back to Chen Changming.
"Comprehend all of this first..."
The white-haired old man stared at Chen Changming and said solemnly, "This technique is incomplete, but if you cultivate it successfully, it can still greatly increase your combat strength! As for the rest, I'll find a way to get it to you."
Incomplete?
Chen Changming glanced suspiciously at the