Zhou Tong caught up.
Seeing Zhou Tong's grinning face, Yang Zhen realized for the first time that someone could laugh so slyly. If he weren't outmatched by this old geezer, Yang Zhen would have slapped him long ago.
"Stay away from me!" Yang Zhen waved his hand at Zhou Tong with a look of disgust.
He's practically on his Final Step to breaking through to the Half-Step Emperor Realm, how can he be so shameless?
Where did that otherworldly, ethereal air go?
Even if he doesn't have the air of a sage, he should at least look like a highly accomplished Daoist master, right?
Serious and unsmiling, moving swiftly like the wind and sitting as still as an old bell—this is the demeanor a great cultivator should possess.
Looking at the unremarkable, unkempt old man in front of him, with a smile plastered on his face, like a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken, Yang Zhen felt a chill run down his spine.
"Young man, don't be so formal. The reason I value this unknown blood refining technique is because it miraculously possesses eight turning points, allowing cultivation in different directions, but..."
At this point, Zhou Tong glanced at Yang Zhen Yang Zhen, who continued walking forward expressionlessly. He stretched out two fingers, pinched the hem of Yang Zhen's clothes, and tugged at it. Realizing it was futile, he curled his lip and continued, "But I've already tried to cultivate all eight turning points once, and I still haven't found the feeling. It's like... it's like..."
Yang Zhen glanced at Zhou Tong and said, "It's like no matter how you practice, it's wrong."
"Yes, yes, yes, Kid Yang, you hit the nail on the head! That's exactly the feeling. No matter how I cultivate, I always have this 'wrong' feeling. How... how did you manage to do that?"
With Zhou Tong's strength and realm, he could already tell from the changes in Blood Qi brought about by Yang Zhen absorbing the Heaven and Earth Qi and Blood that Yang Zhen had actually succeeded in cultivation.
Moreover, Yang Zhen's cultivation direction is not any of the eight directions. In other words, this unknown blood refining method has other cultivation directions, at least Yang Zhen's.
Does that mean that the unknown blood refining method actually has as many as nine cultivation paths?
This is simply a miraculous method of cultivation.
Even Zhou Tong, an old monster who has lived for countless years, had never heard of a cultivation Cultivation Method having so many directions.
All Cultivation Method in the world involve a transformation that occurs after reaching the pinnacle of cultivation, and the Dao of Body Tempering is no exception.
However, this unknown blood refining method is completely different from traditional cultivation methods. If this blood refining method is perfected, it will be something that every super sect desperately wants.
Think about it, the same cultivation method can be taught according to individual aptitude, allowing disciples to cultivate in different directions based on their different innate talents and abilities. This is the most suitable Cultivation Method.
If used properly, this unknown blood refining method can save disciples from taking detours of at least several decades or even hundreds of years.
These few decades or centuries may seem insignificant in the grand scheme of cultivation history, which often spans tens of thousands of years, but what about the people of their generation?
Zhou Tong grew increasingly excited as he thought about it. If he used it well, what would be the result of gaining a cultivation speed and time advantage over his contemporaries by several decades?
Can't they just beat you up whenever they want, or rub you into the ground whenever they want?
Seeing the flamboyant expression on Zhou Tong's face, Yang Zhen knew exactly what the old man was thinking. He grinned and said, "Old man, this unknown blood refining technique, if it can be perfected, could be very valuable."
Zhou Tong's reverie was interrupted. Unsuspecting, he glared and said, "What do you mean 'might be very valuable'? If word gets out, every sect in the entire Great Wilderness World will probably fight tooth and nail to get it."
Yang Zhen exclaimed "Oh my!" and blinked, saying, "So precious?"
Zhou Tong's face was full of smugness as he said, "It's not just precious, it's incredibly precious... What do you want to do?"
Yang Zhen chuckled and said to Zhou Tong, "In our village, there's a saying: 'A rare commodity is worth hoarding.' If I were to disassemble this Blood Refining Method and sell it piecemeal, although it wouldn't be as powerful as the complete cultivation method, I could still make a fortune, right? Then..."
"Stop, stop, stop! What do you mean by 'when'? There's no 'when' yet!" Zhou Tong was furious, pointing at Yang Zhen and shouting, "You brat! Such a precious Cultivation Method, even I am tempted by it! And you actually want to sell it? Go ahead and dismantle it and sell it!"
Yang Zhen nodded earnestly and said, "Yeah, what can we do? We're just Rogue Cultivator, we're poor!"
"Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous! Sell it to me however much you want!" Zhou Tong said decisively, tugging at Yang Zhen's sleeve as if afraid Yang Zhen would disappear in a flash.
Yang Zhen pondered for a moment and said, "Let's not rush this. Anyway, you and I know the truth, and I can't escape it. You should keep your promise first."
"What promise?" Zhou Tong was taken aback, clearly not understanding Yang Zhen's peculiar idea.
That's a huge leap!
Yang Zhen glared at him and said, "You old man who never lies, you're so old and you're going back on your word. Fine, I didn't expect anything from you anyway. Sell the Blood Refining Method. Let me think... the Yaoguang Holy Land seems to be quite wealthy."
"Fart!"
Zhou Tong was taken aback, then put his hands on his hips and said, "You brat, when it comes to money, who can compare to my Heavenly Severance Sect?"
Oh dear, that old geezer finally said something useful: Is the Heavenly Severance Sect really that rich?
While Yang Zhen was still in a daze, Zhou Tong Yang Zhen at him and said, "Boy, empty words are meaningless. Tell me first, how exactly did you manage to absorb the Heaven and Earth Qi and Blood within the Heavenly Punishment Thunderclouds? I don't think the Nameless Blood Refining Method can do that, can it?"
Yang Zhen nodded and said, "The blood refining method you gave me can't do it, but I've made a slight modification!"
"Just as I thought!" Zhou Tong's eyes lit up, and he leaned closer to Yang Zhen, asking with a curious look, "What was changed?"
Yang Zhen reached out his hand.
"What?" Zhou Tong asked, bewildered.
"Show me a martial art worthy of this 'Sage of Saunter '!" Yang Zhen glared.
This was all agreed upon, it was a mutual agreement, and Zhou Tong also said that it was just a transaction between the two of them; he just wanted to become Zhou Tong's apprentice, but Zhou Tong didn't even want to be his apprentice.
Zhou Tong chuckled sheepishly upon hearing this, then glared at him and casually said, "It's just a martial arts technique, I have plenty here. Here, take one. If you can master it, I'll become your disciple!"
Yang Zhen stared at Zhou Tong, dumbfounded, and asked blankly, "Are you telling the truth?"
Seeing the bewildered expression on Yang Zhen's face, Zhou Tong burst into laughter, like a chubby old man who had finally won a game, and said arrogantly, "I, Zhou Tong, mean what I say, and people call me the Little Old Man Who Doesn't Mean What He Says!"
Yang Zhen held up her little finger and said, "Then it's a deal!"
"What's this for?" Zhou Tong stared blankly at Yang Zhen's little finger.
"A pinky promise, the most vicious oath in our village." Yang Zhen looked at Zhou Tong with a playful expression and asked, "Aren't you scared?"
"I'm not afraid of you!" Zhou Tong also extended his little finger and hooked it around Yang Zhen's little finger.
"Pinky promise, a hundred million years from now," Yang Zhen murmured to himself.
Boom--!
Like Thunderclap out of nowhere, Zhou Tong's face was covered in colorful patterns as he stared at the sky in surprise and suspicion, feeling as if he had been tricked.