The Technique—Get Me a Good One

Three days later.

Morning.

A figure looked at the stone stele before him, a long-lost smile appearing on his face.

Three words were carved into the stele: Little Canal Town.

Zhou Ming was filthy all over once again.

He looked toward the town entrance not far away. Those entering the town were not being questioned.

After thinking it over briefly, he understood.

A small town was not as strict as a county seat.

Grrr~ Grrr~

Listening to his stomach rumble.

He entered the town.

He casually found a breakfast stall.

At first, the vendor had darkly waved him away, but upon seeing the silver, he immediately greeted him with a smile.

He ordered five flatbreads, three meat buns, and a large bowl of rice porridge. Sitting in the corner, Zhou Ming wolfed it all down.

After drinking the last mouthful of porridge.

Zhou Ming contentedly rubbed his belly and got up to leave.

However, after taking only two steps, he stopped.

Several gazes around him had remained fixed on him.

Zhou Ming frowned tightly.

He could not understand why he had been targeted the moment he entered the town.

Damn it.

No one had checked him when he entered, yet he was being watched as soon as he came in?

Had they opened their heavenly eyes or something?

Zhou Ming looked around, but he did not see any County Guards dressed in brocade.

Since they had not made a move, and he could not tell exactly who was watching him, he could only buy a few more flatbreads and leave.

After walking out from the other side of town, he looked at the scenery before him.

Zhou Ming muttered, "Am I really going to have to wander the world?"

Entering the mountains once more, Zhou Ming intended to first shake off the tail. Then he would catch one alive and interrogate him.

Otherwise, this could not continue.

The midday sun carried a warm breath as it caressed the land.

Zhou Ming's figure darted through the dense forest.

The next moment, he vanished into thin air.

Before long, voices rose one after another.

"Where is he?"

"Damn it, that brat runs way too fast."

"Huang Erpi, you were leading us. You just let him get away like that?"

Immediately afterward, more than a dozen figures began spreading out to search the place where Zhou Ming had vanished.

Just then.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!

A burst of gunfire rang through the entire forest. In its wake, only severed limbs and anguished cries remained.

Zhou Ming leaped down from a tree.

Listening to the wails around him, his heart remained utterly unmoved.

There had been too many people in town for him to tell.

But now, he could think of no one besides enemies who would dare pursue him.

He naturally had no scruples about gunning them down.

Everyone chose their own path, and everyone should pay the price for their choices, even if that price was their life.

Holding the AK, Zhou Ming walked toward the sole survivor.

As he approached the man he had deliberately spared, Zhou Ming frowned.

A stench of urine reached him, even stronger than the surrounding smell of blood.

Zhou Ming looked at the round-faced, bearded man before him with disgust. He raised his gun and aimed it at him. "Do you know me?"

The man trembled all over and dropped to his knees. "Don't kill me! We only accepted the County Guard's bounty to capture you. We didn't come to kill you."

After saying that, the man seemed to remember something. He hurriedly pulled a sheet of paper from his clothes and held it high.

Zhou Ming looked at the paper, and his pupils contracted.

It depicted exactly how he had looked when he first entered Hua'an County while leading Little Yellow, as well as how he had looked drinking at Joyful Arrival Inn.

Zhou Ming frowned tightly and asked in a low voice, "Does everyone who accepts the bounty have this portrait?"

The man's body shook as he answered, "Yes."

Hiss!

Good grief, what was he supposed to do now?

Did he really have to use Longhua Earth's Asian dark art of changing one's face?

Damn it, he had never learned it. This was going to be difficult.

Seeing Zhou Ming remain silent for a long time, apparently deep in thought.

The man's eyes shifted, and he said softly, "Young hero, may I say something?"

Zhou Ming glanced at him. "Oh? What are your last words?"

The man tried hard to control his trembling body and hastily waved his hands. "No, no, they are not last words."

Before Zhou Ming could speak, the man continued, "I have a method that may help you break this deadlock."

Zhou Ming's eyes lit up at once. "Let's hear it."

"Young hero, please watch!"

As he spoke, the fat on the round-faced, bearded man's face slowly began to wriggle.

Three breaths later, he still had a round face and a thick beard, but his originally flat nose had risen into a high, hooked nose.

His squinting eyes, once squeezed narrow by the fat on his face, were gone as well, replaced by bulging eyes like a bull's.

Most incredible of all, his thick sausage-like lips had turned into a tiny cherry mouth.

Looking at that mismatched, bizarre face.

Zhou Ming could not help but marvel.

It was ugly, certainly, but this method surpassed even Asian dark arts.

The man slowly rose to his feet. Wearing that strange face, he said, "Young hero, do you know what a divine ability is?"

Zhou Ming gave the man a slightly strange look and shook his head.

Seeing that, the man continued, "It is said that several thousand years ago, the War God passed down thirty-six jade slips. The techniques recorded within them are divine abilities."

The man took a jade slip from his clothes and handed it to Zhou Ming.

The instant Zhou Ming accepted the jade slip.

The man roared, "You filthy bastard, you think you deserve to learn a divine ability passed down by the War God? Die!"

The man's hands slammed fiercely into Zhou Ming's chest.

Clang!

Jade Skin emerged across Zhou Ming's body, covering him in a Jade Garment. Light flowed even more brilliantly over the spot on his chest that had been struck.

"Jade skin and jade bones! Eighth-Rank Peak!"

The man cried out in shock, turned, and fled.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!

He emptied a magazine. Zhou Ming did not even lift his head, instead staring at the jade slip in his hand.

The moment the man stood up, Zhou Ming had known something was wrong.

After obtaining the technique, he had originally planned to spare the man. After all, the man had helped him solve a major problem.

But those who brought calamity upon themselves could not live.

As he examined the records on the jade slip, Zhou Ming's brows alternately furrowed and relaxed.

The confusion in his eyes gradually turned into boundless delight.

This divine ability technique was called the Immaculate Body. It was not some disguise technique; that was merely one of its abilities.

It was a Body Tempering divine ability, a technique that cleansed and refined a Martial Artist's physique until it eventually formed an Immaculate Body.

What was immaculacy?

To remain untouched by even a trace of turbid energy was to be immaculate.

Once the body became immaculate, one could directly reach the innate realm.

As for why it was called a divine ability, Zhou Ming felt it was likely related to its cultivation method.

Martial arts emphasized transforming blood qi and developing one's own body.

No matter the rank, all relied on blood qi as their foundation to temper oneself.

Ninth Grade was skin, Eighth Rank was bones, Seventh Rank was meridians, Sixth Rank was acupoints, and so on.

All of it involved using the blood qi transformed and accumulated within the body to temper oneself step by step and excavate one's potential.

Yet this divine ability technique stated that people lived between heaven and earth, where turbid energy was everywhere. Even with every breath, one would become tainted by it.

When the human body was eroded by turbid energy, it was like a water channel becoming clogged.

In the end, once turbid energy entwined the body, one's martial path would come to a halt.

Reading this, Zhou Ming felt somewhat confused. It resembled the golden age of martial arts, yet it also seemed different.

Damn!

What did any of this nonsense have to do with a genius like me?

Zhou Ming shook his head and continued reading.

To eliminate turbid energy, one had to use Heavenly Essence.

What was Heavenly Essence? Yang and lightning were supreme; moonlight, morning dew, and heavenly water were secondary.

Disperse blood qi, capture its spirit, merge it into the body, and eliminate turbidity.

After finishing it.

"That's it?"

Zhou Ming fiddled with the jade slip in his hand and found that it truly could not be opened any further.

Disperse blood qi, capture its spirit, merge it into the body, and eliminate turbidity.

How was he supposed to disperse it? How was he supposed to capture it? What did this spirit even look like?

How was he supposed to merge it? How was he supposed to eliminate it? What did turbidity even look like?

Damn it.

When you give me a technique, give me a good one!