Saint Seiya Evil Skull

Alubelisi strolled slowly through the garden of his villa, his mood gradually calming. He hadn't expected that just a year after crossing over, his dream of a mansion in his previous life would already be realized. Before moving here, Alubelisi had already asked the Jiadaoli family to stop collecting ancient books. After all, good luck is something you can only encounter by chance.

However, he had previously discovered an unknown martial arts technique from the cover of a travelogue. This technique focused on small-scale movement. With this technique, Arubelisi's dodging and evading abilities in combat were resolved. Next, he planned to visit Wudang Mountain. The name of Zhang Sanfeng, the Wudang Master, was a household name. He had longed to discover the secret martial arts manuals for the Pure Yang Wuji Gong, the Wudang Nine Yang Gong, and Tai Chi. He hoped they would meet his expectations and not disappoint him.

After mastering the nameless body movement technique at home and resting for a few days, Arubelisi finally set out for the foot of Wudang Mountain. He stood quietly at the foot of the mountain, gazing at the crowds ascending and descending. Despite the constant flow of people, the flow never ceased. He couldn't help but sigh: Wudang is still Wudang! It can't be compared to the declining Emei and Qingcheng. Arubelisi, not treating himself as an outsider, walked steadily up to the Yuxu Palace on Wudang Mountain. The young Taoist priest at the gate saw Arubelisi, a red-haired foreigner, and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, but he politely inquired what he was doing there and whether he had any family with him. Arubelisi explained that he was an orphan from Sweden, and that he had come to China specifically to explore and visit, recognizing its vastness and rich resources and its talented people.

The young Taoist priest was delighted to hear a foreign boy praising his country. After asking for permission at Yuxu Palace, he smiled and took the boy on a tour of Wudang. He also invited Arubelisi to have dinner and rest overnight at Wudang Yuxu Palace Mountain. They would send someone to escort him down the mountain the next morning. Arubelisi, impressed by this, agreed. Wudang was, after all, a Taoist sect. Monks' food was simple, consisting of radishes and greens, but the portions were generous and filling. Arubelisi tasted some and found it quite tasty.

After dinner, the young Taoist priest took Arubelixi to a guest room for foreign guests and asked him to rest there. He also pointed out where he could wash and where the toilet was, and some of the rules for staying here, telling him not to walk around casually. Then the young Taoist priest named Zhang left.

Time ticked by, until finally, the early hours of the morning arrived. All was still, and everyone was lost in sleep. Arubelisi gently pushed open the door, his movements so quiet they were barely audible. He slipped out like a ghost, his figure swiftly vanishing into the darkness.

Before long, he arrived at the Wudang Mountain library—a two-story wooden pavilion. The building looked rather old, clearly weathered by the passage of time. Today's times are vastly different from the past. Many people don't value martial arts and immortal arts, so the Wudang Sect doesn't guard these places as rigorously as before.

Despite this, several elderly Taoist priests still guarded the library on the first floor. They were the only two signs of life Alubelisi could detect. Without hesitation, Alubelisi struck, knocking both priests to the ground with equal speed and skill. He then pulled a flashlight from his pocket and began to carefully search the library.

The bookshelves on the first floor were filled with various books, mostly travelogues and Taoist scriptures from Wudang Sect ancestors. Arubelisi quickly browsed through them but didn't find what he was looking for. So, he decided to go up to the second floor to continue his search.

As he stepped onto the second floor, a stale atmosphere washed over him. Here lay even more precious ancient books and secret manuals. However, Arubelisi's brow furrowed, as if he had encountered some difficulty. Indeed, he had discovered the secret manuals of the Pure Yang Wuji Palace and the Wudang Nine Yang Gong in the Wudang library. Regardless of whether the manuals contained any problems, the contents he had read seemed of little use to him.

"It seems there's nothing here for the donor." A voice suddenly rang out from Arubelisi's ears, startling him so much that he trembled all over and turned abruptly, a flash of shock in his eyes. He stared intently at the direction of the voice, but found no one there.

Arubelisi took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He slowly turned his head and scanned the entire second floor. At this moment, his gaze stopped at the back of the second floor staircase.

In that corner, an old Taoist priest in robes stood quietly. Due to the angle, Arubelisi hadn't noticed him earlier. A chill ran through his heart, and he secretly felt lucky that he hadn't been ambushed by this mysterious old Taoist priest.

However, what shocked Albelisi even more was that if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't even be able to detect the presence of someone else on the second floor. Even then, he could only sense the other person's faint breathing and heartbeat.

Arubelisi took a deep breath, gripped his sword tightly, and watched the old Taoist priest warily. He secretly regretted that he had underestimated the enemy, thinking that there was only a young Taoist priest on night watch in this Taoist temple. Now it seemed that the old Taoist priest's strength was far beyond his imagination.

Aluberisi gritted his teeth and asked, "Since you knew I was stealing the secret book, why didn't you stop me?" His eyes were full of confusion and puzzlement, as well as a hint of vigilance.

The old Taoist smiled slightly and replied calmly, "I have been in this library for nearly forty years and have never seen anyone come to steal the secret manual. Seeing that you are so persistent in finding a secret manual today, I can't help but feel curious and want to see what you are looking for. In addition, I would like to thank you for showing mercy to my nephew downstairs."

"Master, you're joking. Taking something without permission is already the behavior of a thief, not to mention taking someone's life. Besides, I came to Wudang and received a warm welcome. If it weren't necessary, I wouldn't want to do this. But Master, aren't you afraid that your sect's inheritance will be lost?"

"Donor, you're joking. The inheritance of a sect doesn't rely solely on secret manuals, but on people!"

"Is the secret manual fake? Or is there a code word?"

The old Taoist was stunned when he heard this, then smiled and said, "It's good for the donor to know, why tell it out loud?"

"Then if I practice according to the secret manual above, will I bleed to death from all seven orifices?"

"No, generally not. Most of them are just crazy or disabled."

"I... Damn... Old Taoist, you have a very bad conscience..." Arubelisi wanted to curse.

"Donor, please use civilized language."

……

Then Arubelisi and the old Taoist had an in-depth exchange. He learned from him that his Taoist name was Yu Zhenzi. In the 15th year of Guangxu, he became a disciple of Wudang and studied martial arts. He practiced Wudang Kung Fu and some breathing methods, which could help him prolong his life. Moreover, his breathing was very natural, which Arubelisi had not noticed before.

From the conversation between the two, he learned that the principle of internal power is to open up the eight extraordinary meridians through continuous accumulation. Every time one of them is opened up, his internal power will be enhanced, until the Ren and Du meridians are opened up and he becomes a congenitally strong person. This is a process of accumulation over time, and he cannot be impatient, otherwise he will go astray. Moreover, the general congenital masters may not be his opponents, and his current level is just the beginning of practice.

Perhaps internal energy has a role to play in maintaining health, but I don't have the time for that now. The powerful figures in the original novel are all in their twenties and thirties. If I waste my time cultivating internal energy, I'm afraid I won't achieve much by the time I die. It seems my thinking is wrong.

Arubelisi then informed Yu Zhenzi of his situation and asked for his advice on the path of cultivation he should take. After all, the other had lived for so long and possessed a wealth of experience that he could not match. Yu Zhenzi stroked his beard and pondered for a long time before speaking: "Your cultivation method is more about overdrawing your life potential to increase your strength. This method is fast, but if you do not rely on external help to continuously improve your realm in the later stages, your body will be riddled with holes and you may not live long."

Alberich thought: "Isn't that right? Whether it's the Saints or the Gods, few of them live long. Dohko is a special case. Athena gave him a cheat, and he sits on the Five Elders Peak year-round, so he doesn't have much to lose." As for Pope Shion, he had all sorts of resources at his disposal, and it's not ruled out that Athena played a role.

Yu Zhenzi hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to teach this unique breathing technique to Albelisi. He looked at Albelisi with a determined gaze and slowly said, "I have a breathing technique that, while not powerful, has some benefits for longevity and physical conditioning. Perhaps it could be helpful to you as well. Furthermore, this method isn't a Wudang tradition, but rather something I stumbled upon as a child. It's called the Black Tortoise Breathing Technique, and I'm teaching it to you today. I hope you'll be able to do more good deeds and less bloodshed in the future..."

Hearing this, Albelisi was overwhelmed with gratitude. He had initially thought Yu Zhenzi would refuse to teach him, but he hadn't expected him to be so generous. He was overcome with emotion, tears welling in his eyes. He respectfully bowed to Yu Zhenzi, expressing his heartfelt gratitude.

Yu Zhenzi then began to explain in detail the key points and techniques of the Xuanwu breathing method. He explained to Albelisi that this breathing method requires regulating the rhythm and depth of breathing. This specific breathing method allows one to better connect with nature, absorbing subtle energies from the outside world and strengthening the internal organs.

Albelisi listened intently, frequently asking questions and meticulously pondering every detail. Yu Zhenzi patiently answered his questions, ensuring that Albelisi fully understood and mastered this remarkable breathing technique. After a period of effort, Albelisi finally gained a clear understanding of the Xuanwu Breathing Method.

By this time, the sky was gradually brightening. Arubelisi bowed deeply, expressing his boundless gratitude to Yu Zhenzi. Then, he turned back to the guest room, prepared to bid farewell to the young Taoist priest, and set off on his journey home.

After Albelisi left, Yu Zhenzi whispered, "Is this the variable? I don't know if this is right or wrong..."