Fake Technique

Zhang Xuezhou had seen many high-level Technique Methods, but he had rarely encountered low-level Techniques.

If he had to name any low-level ones, the Drowsiness Technique and the Yin Entity Tracking Technique were among the less advanced Techniques he knew.

But compared with those two, there were bound to be even lower-level Techniques in the world.

There were Technique Methods, and there were martial arts.

If Zhang Xuezhou wanted to slip in something of his own, he needed to find some low-level Techniques that were simple and could be successfully cultivated.

"Once I've finished our business at the Yin Mountain Royal Court with Senior Brother Wu Chao, I'll head to Chang'an City and see if I can get my hands on a few common ones!"

Making money through Song Fengying's livestreaming platform was too difficult. Zhang Manqian had suggested slipping something of their own into a wuxia novel, and Zhang Xuezhou agreed wholeheartedly.

Many people would have no interest in a novel they read only when they were bored, but they were bound to take an interest in something genuinely useful.

If they used alternate accounts to talk nonsense in the comments and showed off abilities learned from the book, Zhang Xuezhou felt that people would inevitably flock to it.

After all, Zhang Weimeng charged only a tenth of a yuan per chapter. Spending a few tenths of a yuan on chapters was hardly a loss or a swindle.

What if someone actually mastered it?

Like winning the welfare lottery, that possibility might attract many people, especially young people full of dreams and hopes.

Zhang Xuezhou lay in the medical tank in the recovery room, reflecting on the difficult but rewarding day. Only when his vision blurred and the window of the pearwood carriage and Wu Chao's face appeared before