Mysterious Heaven Technique, Tang San's Late-Night Visit

"Within the Mysterious Heaven Treasured Record, the most important thing was the internal cultivation art, the Mysterious Heaven Technique.

The Mysterious Heaven Technique was the foundation. To use the Tang Sect's other ultimate arts, one had to rely on the unique Internal Force of the Mysterious Heaven Technique."

"So, Little Seven, are you going to teach me the Mysterious Heaven Technique first?"

"That's right. Hmph, when you used to call me Little Seven, I didn't bother arguing with you. But now that I'm teaching you the cultivation formula for the Mysterious Heaven Technique, what should you call me?"

"Mommy~"

Tang Wutong: This child was beyond saving.

"Ahem... Then you should just keep calling me Little Seven."

Tang Wutong clearly could not bear a form of address like Mommy.

She had seen shameless people before, but someone this shameless was truly a first, even after living for so long.

"Alright, Mommy Little Seven~"

Bai Ran: Dignity? What was that? I'd gotten rid of it a long time ago.

The Mysterious Heaven Technique Tang San had left behind for the Tang Sect was a watered-down version.

The watered-down Mysterious Heaven Technique did not contain the section on opening the Eight Extraordinary Meridians.

In Tang San's view, opening the Eight Extraordinary Meridians was extremely risky. If Tang Sect disciples without sufficient talent rashly cultivated it, they could easily damage their foundation or even become crippled.

Yet one of the standards for fully mastering the Mysterious Heaven Technique was precisely opening the Eight Extraordinary Meridians.

By doing this, Tang San had undoubtedly strangled the Tang Sect's future.

As a result, each generation of Tang Sect disciples had been worse than the last.

Of course, the Mysterious Heaven Technique Tang San taught his daughter was definitely the complete version.

After all, if even Tang San's daughter could not open the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, then likely no one besides Tang San himself could cultivate the Mysterious Heaven Technique to mastery.

Next, under Tang Wutong's guidance, Bai Ran quickly gained an entry-level grasp of the Mysterious Heaven Technique and opened his first meridian.

With Bai Ran's current Soul Power nearing level thirty, there would not have been any problem even if he had forcibly used Soul Power to break open a meridian.

That was simply what it meant to have a solid foundation.

Bai Ran: In the original story, everyone who learned the complete Mysterious Heaven Technique eventually became a God King.

Now that I've learned the complete Mysterious Heaven Technique too, didn't that mean I already had one foot in the God King Realm?

Cultivation time passed quickly.

Before he knew it, it was already late at night.

Perhaps because cultivation had exhausted him too much.

After circulating his Soul Power through one full cycle and converting it into the Mysterious Heaven Technique's Internal Force, Bai Ran collapsed into sleep.

"Huh?"

"Was this a dream?"

As Bai Ran slept, he suddenly noticed that a blue-haired figure had appeared before him at some unknown time.

The figure looked somewhat like Little Seven.

But having spent every day with Little Seven, Bai Ran could not possibly fail to recognize her.

So the person before him was most likely Little Seven's father, Tang San.

Bai Ran: No, why would I dream about Tang San? The odds of dreaming about Xiao Wu should've been higher than dreaming about Tang San.

Tang San: ???

"Bai Ran, do you know your crime!"

Suddenly, the blue-haired figure before him turned around, accompanied by the rather imposing voice of a middle-aged man.

Who else could it be but Tang San?

Bai Ran: No, I still haven't settled yesterday's matter, when you used the resentment of a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast to screw me over. And now you're the one coming to accuse me first? Was that right?

"What crime have I committed?"

"You are not a disciple of my Tang Sect, yet you dare steal and learn my Tang Sect's cultivation arts, you little thief!"

Anyone else had the right to say that, but did Tang San not feel ashamed saying it?

Having read the original story, Bai Ran knew perfectly well that Tang San's Mysterious Heaven Treasured Record had been stolen from the Tang Sect of his previous life.

What, becoming a God King let him whitewash himself?

Bai Ran: Once a thief, always a thief.

"Of course, if you are willing to shoulder the responsibility of reviving the Tang Sect, then I can overlook your theft of the Tang Sect's cultivation arts."

Tang San quickly changed his tone.

Tang San had originally intended to scare the brat before him.

But seeing that Bai Ran remained completely unmoved, Tang San was quite helpless and could only reveal the purpose of this visit.

Because something had gone wrong with Tang Wutong, the grand plan to revive the Tang Sect was also about to go wrong.

Still, although the little bastard before him was infuriating, his talent was in no way inferior to that so-called child of destiny.

If Bai Ran was willing to become the executor of the ten-thousand-year plan and shoulder the responsibility of reviving the Tang Sect, then Tang San could still sit back and relax.

Tang San: Although I might lose one child of destiny, I'd gain a new one. This deal didn't seem like a loss.

As for the resentment of that thirty-thousand-year soul beast earlier, it could completely count as a test.

If Bai Ran could not even pass such a small test, then he was not even qualified to become Tang San's pawn.

"And what if I refuse?"

"Do you know that the Tang Sect's ultimate arts cannot be held by outsiders? If you refuse, then I can only cripple your cultivation."

After saying that, Tang San glared viciously at the child before him.

"Then cripple it."

"The Tang Sect is located in Heaven Dou City. You... What did you say?"

"I said, then you should cripple my cultivation."

After all, Bai Ran had only just begun cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Technique. Even if it was crippled, it would not matter much; at worst, he would lose one or two levels of Soul Power.

He could simply switch to another cultivation art.

Besides, Bai Ran's cultivation was equivalent to Tang Wutong's cultivation.

Even a vicious tiger would not eat its own cub. Could Tang San really bring himself to ruin his daughter's future?

But in the original story, Tang San had even been able to split his daughter's soul into three parts.

Although Tang Wutong had become Bai Ran's martial soul here before he could begin that operation.

That did not rule out the possibility that Tang San could be so ruthless.

"Fine. You're very good!"

Tang San was angered into laughter.

For the moment, it seemed he truly had no way to deal with this.

He could not actually cripple his daughter's cultivation, could he?

If his daughter found out, would she not hate him for the rest of her life?

After all, to a cultivator, cutting off their future path was no different from killing their parents.