We bear people have power

For a nerdy guy who's used to typing on a computer, being able to write neatly is already quite an achievement.

Having been reborn as a panda for so long, Guan Bo hadn't even touched a pen. To be honest, he had already done a great job of clearly and accurately engraving the cultivation technique on it.

However, the man with the large sword didn't hear this roar of "Do you know how hard I've worked?" He continued reciting the martial arts manual while lamenting how ugly his handwriting was.

Guan Bo suppressed the urge to deliver a powerful blow, only thinking about whether to add the line, "To master extraordinary skills, one must first castrate oneself."

The man with the knife was unaware that he had inadvertently offended a powerful demon in human form; he was simply trying to memorize the techniques before anyone else noticed.

This person must be exceptionally gifted; he was able to memorize the entire text, which was over a thousand words long, after only a few recitations.

Guan Bo thought he was going to find a secluded place to start cultivating, but he saw him draw the large sword from his back and forcefully chop at the stone tablet.

A deep knife mark appeared, sending several pieces of rock flying.

Guan Bo stared in astonishment at the man, who slashed at the stone tablet repeatedly, completely disfiguring the martial arts technique.

"Instead of cultivating it immediately, you went to the trouble of destroying this technique?"

Guan Bo felt a pang of regret, probably because this cultivation technique was like a useless commodity to him, and it had come so easily. Therefore, he couldn't understand this kind of selfishness, but he vaguely felt that it was somewhat inconsiderate of him to make the technique public.

The inscription on the stone tablet was destroyed until it was no longer legible, and only then did the man leave the place, satisfied.

Guan Bo stroked his chin, rolled his eyes, scratched his head, and shook his head... He did every little thing that could help him think.

Finally, Guan Bo came to a conclusion: "I'm not trying to think about human nature, I'm trying to find guinea pigs."

Therefore, this panda spirit, who had little sense of social responsibility, came to the stone tablet again, wiped away the marks of swords and knives with his palm, and engraved the contents of the upper part of the cultivation technique on it again.

He would make some noise again, and then Guan Bo would hide in the illusion, waiting for the next guinea pig to take the bait.

This time, however, it was a Taoist priest who arrived. He moved with a light step and had an otherworldly air about him, looking more like a Taoist cultivator than Guan Bo.

When the Taoist priest saw the technique, he glanced at it and then exclaimed, "These characters are so ugly!"

Guan Bo: (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻ "Take a deep breath. The world is so beautiful, yet I'm so irritable. This isn't good, it's not good..."

Guan Bo repeated this line several times before he managed to suppress his urge to kill.

However, after copying the cultivation method, the old Taoist priest chose to do the same thing as the man with the knife: destroy the stone tablet.

Guan Bo watched with a sense of despair as the old Taoist priest drew his long sword and began to slowly shave off the words on the stone tablet. As he shaved, the old Taoist priest said, "This unparalleled divine skill should not be engraved on a stone tablet with such ugly words. I am acting on behalf of Heaven."

Guan Bo felt exhausted. Although he knew that this guy was making excuses for his selfishness, he still felt a deep sense of discrimination.

So what if my handwriting is bad?! Did I stick it on your forehead? Did I hang it on your wall? If you don't like it, don't look at it!

Guan Bo rolled up his sleeves, ready to go out and give him a good beating, but then he saw another martial arts master arrive in front of the stone tablet.

At this moment, the old Taoist priest had only destroyed a small portion of the cultivation technique.

This newcomer looked like a refined scholar, and even on this cool autumn night, he carried a folding fan. Either he was just being pretentious, or the fan had some other purpose.

"Master Qinglian, practicing swordsmanship in front of a stone tablet in the middle of the night, what a refined hobby!" the scholar said as he walked.

"Oh, so it's the Golden Fan Scholar. How could you bear to crawl out of your gentle fragrance?" The old Taoist sheathed his sword and sneered at the scholar.

"Where would you find a haven of gentle pleasures in this desolate wilderness?" the scholar with the golden fan said disdainfully.

Master Qinglian frowned secretly. Although this Golden Fan Scholar was someone everyone wanted to kill, his martial arts skills were extraordinary. Although he was very confident in his swordsmanship, he was old and frail and might not be able to defeat him in one move.

Making more noise will only lead to more unpredictable changes.

The stone tablet records a divine skill that can prolong life, which would be coveted by people in the martial arts world, and could easily lead to a bloody storm.

"Alas, I am also thinking of all living beings." Master Qinglian sighed inwardly, a wax pill appearing in his left hand hidden in his Taoist robe.

Gently squeeze it open, and a faint wisp of smoke slowly dissipates.

This colorless and odorless sleeping gas is extremely difficult to prepare, and Master Qinglian would not dare to use it unless it was a matter of life and death.

The scholar with the golden fan had barely reached within two zhang of the Taoist priest Qinglian when he was sent flying backwards without touching the ground. His lightness skill was remarkable; in the blink of an eye, he had escaped more than ten zhang away. How could the Taoist priest Qinglian let him go? He immediately drew his sword and gave chase.

Perhaps under the influence of the sleeping potion, the Golden Fan Scholar lost his balance and tripped, falling to the ground. The Azure Lotus Daoist was overjoyed and was about to kill the Golden Fan Scholar.

But the sword light fell, failing to pierce the man's heart; instead, it was blocked by a golden fan.

Immediately afterwards, Master Qinglian felt a numbness in his calf and was about to fall to the ground, unable to stand steadily. Looking down, he saw that a poisoned dart had somehow pierced his calf, but the wound was not painful at all, only numb.

The tide of battle turned instantly, and the once-confident Qinglian Daoist was now at a complete disadvantage. The Golden Fan Scholar stood up smugly and said to Qinglian Daoist, "You're simply showing off your limited skills before an expert. Do you even know how the entire family of the Donghe Hero died?"

Master Qinglian exclaimed in shock, "It's you? The great hero of Donghe, Lin Jingtian, possesses unparalleled martial arts skills, could it be...?"

"Of course he was poisoned to death by my Seven-Heart Begonia. Before he died, I even had my way with his wife and daughter right in front of him. It's just a pity that Lin Jingtian has too many friends, so I dare not make this public. But since you're going to die anyway, it's good to die knowing the truth. Hahaha!" The Golden Fan Scholar laughed triumphantly.

Master Qinglian felt a numbness spreading throughout his body, and he could no longer muster any strength.

The scholar with the golden fan was cautious by nature and did not take the opportunity to kill the Taoist Qinglian. He wanted to wait until the medicine took full effect and the Taoist Qinglian was completely unable to move before he would finish him off.

"Let me see what kind of mystical tricks you're up to in the middle of the night, Daoist Master." The Golden Fan Scholar bypassed the Green Lotus Daoist and arrived in front of the stone tablet. Although part of the content had been destroyed, even just reading a few lines still amazed the Golden Fan Scholar, who exclaimed, "Such divine skill exists in the world?!"

The Golden Fan Scholar was unaware that he had followed in the footsteps of the Green Lotus Daoist and completely offended Guan Bo. He excitedly went to the Green Lotus Daoist's side and interrogated him about the destroyed contents.

"Master Qinglian, you should know the methods of me, the Golden Fan Scholar. If you don't tell me what's on the stone tablet, I guarantee you'll suffer a fate worse than death, and your entire Qinglian Temple will be wiped out," the Golden Fan Scholar threatened fiercely.

Master Qinglian felt despair descend upon him. Although he wasn't exactly a good person, compared to him, he truly deserved the title of Qinglian. Even if he told him the cultivation technique, he probably wouldn't escape death.

However, due to the severe poisoning, Master Qinglian was unable to move even his fingers and was completely powerless to resist.

Now, Master Qinglian hoped that the commotion he had just made would attract more martial arts practitioners. The Golden Fan Scholar had an extremely bad reputation; both the righteous and the wicked wished to kill him. If someone could arrive in time, they would likely make the Golden Fan Scholar wary.

Seemingly sensing Qinglian Daoist's intentions, the Golden Fan Scholar struck Qinglian Daoist's dantian with his palm, causing the old Daoist to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"You...you actually crippled my martial arts?!"

Master Qinglian's face turned ashen; his martial arts skills had been destroyed by the Golden Fan Scholar, and he had aged more than ten years.

"Don't worry, there's plenty of time. We can discuss this slowly. I hope you'll come to your senses before everyone at Qinglian Temple dies out, hahaha."

The words of the Golden Fan Scholar left the Green Lotus Daoist heartbroken, knowing that he would definitely not survive.

Just as he was about to spout nonsense about the secret manual to induce the Golden Fan Scholar to suffer a qi deviation, he heard the man say, "Don't even think about trying to fool me with a fake manual. I'll definitely capture a few young Taoist priests from the Green Lotus Temple first, cut off their hands and feet to test it out. This qi cultivation method doesn't require hands or feet anyway. Also, you'd better write it out for me in perfect handwriting, just as ugly as the original..."

Just as he was getting into the swing of things, a loud shout rang out: "Your whole family is ugly! Eat my Buddha's bear paw!"

Master Qinglian felt a gust of wind hit his face, and then he lost consciousness. When he woke up, it was already dawn.

The weakness from having lost all his martial arts skills remained, but the Golden Fan Scholar had vanished without a trace.

If it weren't for the golden folding fan still being there, Master Qinglian would never have recognized it.

He secretly rejoiced that there were no wild beasts on the mountain, otherwise, with the pervasive stench of blood, he would have already become a pile of bones.

Looking back at the stone tablet, a complete and flawless cultivation technique was engraved on it, and the font was as ugly as ever.

Master Qinglian felt as if he were in a dream, and no longer caring about destroying the cultivation technique, he left the ruins of Guanyin Temple without looking back.

Guan Bo watched from the side, thinking that if the old Taoist priest still didn't know what was good for him, he would let him taste the power of the Buddha's paw. Carving words wasn't too tiring, but this stone tablet couldn't withstand being worn smooth a few times.

If it's done two more times, it might not be engraving, but rather hollowing out the surface.

Three days later, the martial arts techniques inscribed on the stone tablet at Guanyin Temple finally began to circulate, causing several bloody incidents in the process.

However, even more widely circulated than this stone tablet for transmitting merit was another message—never say that the characters on this stone tablet are ugly, otherwise disaster will surely follow.

However, it is precisely because of this that the ugliness of the characters on the stone tablet arouses even more curiosity.

Guan Bo felt utterly exhausted and vowed to destroy the stone tablet as soon as those people achieved their cultivation goals.

He never expected that among these martial arts practitioners, the one who would be the first to develop a mutated version of the technique was actually Daoist Qinglian.