Danwu Refining Spirit

Chapter Seventy-Five Seeking Advice

Seeing the fat man begin to wilt, Situ Mingyue, like a proud rooster, curled her lip, disdainfully dismissing his overconfident behavior.

My figure has always been the real deal, unlike yours which is all fat. What's the use? It's not like we're raising pigs for the New Year, where we just see who's the heaviest.

Feeling pleased with herself, Situ Mingyue calmly asked, "Tell me, Xiaofei, what was going on here that was so noisy just now?"

The fat man answered honestly, "Remember those thugs who collected protection money yesterday? This is all money that Young Master Chong squeezed out of them."

"What happened? Xiao Chong robbed those thugs?" Situ Mingyue was no longer calm. She rushed to the fat man, her impressive figure swaying wildly, almost causing the fat man to have a nosebleed.

Since you've lost the competition, you should answer the questions properly and maintain a proper attitude. You absolutely must not look at things you shouldn't be looking at.

With all his might, the fat man looked away from the other person and quickly recounted everything that had just happened to Situ Mingyue.

Upon hearing this, Situ Mingyue was first filled with surprise, then her expression changed several times, and she blurted out, "So that's how it's done? What a loss, what a loss! If I had known this would happen, brother shouldn't have let them go so easily yesterday."

This is something you wouldn't have expected, and even I, who have been Chong Shao's brother for over ten years, have never seen such an "extraordinary" side of him before.

Seeing Situ Mingyue's exaggerated reaction, the fat man felt a sense of empathy. Just as he was about to go up and hug her, he suddenly remembered that he had just lost to her in a size contest and was now a head shorter than her, so he lost interest.

Seeing that the fat man ignored her and instead directed the miners to move things, Situ Mingyue was not angry and turned to return to the Situ family's barracks.

He had only taken a few steps when he suddenly turned his head, staring enviously at the supplies scattered on the ground, and said to the fat man, "Xiao Fei, if there's anything like this again, remember to call me."

The fat man nodded absentmindedly without answering; he was still lost in his own thoughts about who was older and who was younger.

Once Situ Mingyue had walked away and he was sure she couldn't hear him anymore, the fat man muttered under his breath, "Judging from her tone, is another female hooligan about to emerge? Sigh, what kind of world is this? People's hearts have changed."

While he was rambling on, someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder. When he looked up, he saw Xiao Chong leading Yin Feng and his son back into the courtyard.

"What did you just say? A female hooligan? Where is she? I can rip her off!" Xiao Chong asked, looking around as if he had heard that a fat sheep had come to him.

The fat man looked at Xiao Chong with ill intent and said, "Are you sure you really want to rip off that female hooligan?"

Xiao Chong shouted, "Of course! If someone is delivered to the door to be slaughtered, and you force your way out, you'll be struck by lightning."

"boom!"

As if to verify Xiao Chong's words, a bolt of lightning suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the clear sky and exploded above everyone.

"How about that? I told you so! Tell me quickly, where is that hooligan?" Xiao Chong jumped three feet high, hopping around as he chased after the fat man.

The fat man suddenly smiled mysteriously and pointed gleefully to a barracks not far away, saying, "That's the female hooligan I was talking about, Situ Mingyue."

Well, forget it then. Even rabbits don't eat the grass near their burrows.

Xiao Chong stared blankly at the fat man for a long time, then said earnestly, "Xiao Fei, you must watch your words. Gossiping about others behind their backs is not a good thing."

And you need to remember one thing: even if that girl really does go astray, it's hard to make a move if you know her too well.

You also call me Xiao Fei? Does that mean you also have a stunning figure? Come on, let's have a contest! The fat man took a step in front of Xiao Chong, shaking his chest fat like waves.

What kind of pose is this? Xiao Chong couldn't understand the fat man's actions, but it didn't affect his mood at all. The reason he dragged Yin Changkong and his son out was purely to show off his achievements.

"Look, this is real skill." Xiao Chong pulled Yin Feng aside, pointed to the supplies scattered on the ground, and said with a smug look, "Yin Feng, in my opinion, you will be responsible for dealing with other forces in the future."

So, learn this well, what it means to get something for nothing. Don't be like your father and Situ Jiannan, who only know how to fight but never gain anything in return.

Yin Feng looked at the supplies on the ground, then at Xiao Chong, his face full of admiration. He said, "The captain is truly brilliant. I must learn from the captain sometime."

"Hmm, this young man is teachable. I'm relieved." Xiao Chong looked at Yin Feng with satisfaction, completely ignoring the fact that Yin Changkong's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"If the captain has some free time, how about we go and discuss it now?" Yin Feng pretended not to notice his father's expression and asked very tactfully.

"It's good that you have this intention, but there's no need to rush." ​​Xiao Chong waved his hand and smiled. "I think it's already late today, so let's not rush to search for the spiritual vein this afternoon. Everyone should go back and prepare properly, and we can set off early tomorrow morning."

He paused for a moment and then said, "Fatty, after you finish your work here, go and rest for a bit. Otherwise, if you finish all thirty laps today and don't make it to dinner, there won't be enough pills for you to waste."

Without waiting for the fat man's protest, he called the Yin father and son back to the barracks, leaving the fat man alone, bewildered in the wind.

Inside the room, Xiao Chong took out the Xiao family's highest-level direct-lineage martial art, "Seven Transformations of the Stars," intending to study it carefully.

To be honest, ever since Xiao Chong regained his memories of his past life, he has focused his main energy on cultivating his Yuan Power, and spent the rest of his time on various techniques he had acquired from the cauldron spirit.

For example, he could use the Acupoint-Opening Pill to stimulate the acupoints in his body, or cultivate the Divine Forging Manual and the Lu Zu Sword Technique. He even cultivated the Mind Master Technique, which was usually not valued in the Tianyun Continent, to the second rank.

However, Xiao Chong had never seriously studied the native martial arts of the Tianyun Continent, the Xiao family's direct lineage martial art, "Seven Transformations of the Stars".

The Xiao family has a lineage spanning thousands of generations, but even at its peak, it never produced a Martial Saint. This fact made Xiao Chong very indifferent to this martial arts technique.

However, after witnessing Yin Changkong's performance today, Xiao Chong's opinion changed considerably. Considering that Yin Changkong was only at the Martial Master level, the abilities he displayed were already beyond Xiao Chong's current reach.

Moreover, Yin Changkong was not a direct descendant of the Xiao family, but rather a relative who married into the Xiao family. His cultivation techniques must have been far inferior to those of the direct descendants of the Xiao family, otherwise he would not have become a live-in son-in-law.

Therefore, it is clear that the Seven Transformations of the Stars should not be a common, readily available technique. Since this technique was taught to us in advance, we should at least study it.

The copy of "Seven Transformations of the Stars" in his hand was copied for him by Yin Changkong when he entered the Martial Arts Pavilion for the second time, and it was also copied on old parchment. However, because it was a newly copied copy, it did not have the original sheep smell.

When he first started learning, he only had the first transformation and had no choice, but now that he had the whole set, Xiao Chong naturally wanted to study it all.

From the second to the seventh transformation, the descriptions of each stage in the cultivation technique naturally state that each transformation is far more powerful than the previous one. However, Xiao Chong had not even fully mastered the first transformation, let alone the later ones.

"They really know how to boast! But since the clan was founded, not a single Martial Saint has emerged. Why doesn't anyone feel ashamed?" Xiao Chong casually flipped through the pages, full of questions about the various descriptions inside.

When Xiao Chong turned to the last page of the cultivation manual, two large characters at the top caught his attention. But upon closer inspection, he realized, "Damn it, I don't recognize them!" Looking at the densely packed smaller characters below, he still didn't recognize a single one!

What kind of script is this? Is it oracle bone script or bronze inscription? Is it large seal script or small seal script?

He stared at the book for a long time, exhausting all his knowledge from two lifetimes, but the words on the pages seemed to swim around in front of him like tadpoles, making Xiao Chong's eyes blurry and his head throb, but he gained absolutely nothing.

Something's fishy! Something's definitely fishy! This situation is exactly the same as the Sanskrit general outline at the end of the Nine Yin Manual. If there's no explanation, even a ghost wouldn't believe it!

No, I need to ask someone. Since the cultivation technique was copied by Yin Changkong, he might be the one who can answer my questions.

After making up his mind, Xiao Chong closed "Seven Transformations of the Stars" and excitedly ran to Yin Changkong's room, ready to humbly seek his guidance.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, the tone changed: "Um... Uncle Yin, I have some questions about academic matters that I'd like to test you on, to see if you can answer them."

Yin Changkong was meditating in his room when he heard this. He opened his eyes, glanced at Xiao Chong, and asked in confusion, "Speak, what is it that you don't understand? Don't beat around the bush."

Feeling his intentions exposed, Xiao Chong's face flushed slightly. He turned to the last page of "Seven Transformations of the Stars," pointed to the "tadpole" characters on it, and asked, "What's written here? It's as hard to understand as scribbles."

Can't we just talk normally? What do you mean by "ghostly scribbles"? This is something I copied down, okay? Are you implying I'm a ghost?

Yin Changkong stared at Xiao Chong with hostility for a long time, until the other party couldn't withstand the pressure and was about to turn around and run away. He then replied irresponsibly, "I just copied it. I don't understand the specific meaning."

Why didn't you just say it outright, making me wait all this time for nothing? Xiao Chong suppressed his anger and asked again, "Then what's its extraordinary origin? You've been in the Martial Fortune Pavilion for so many years, you must have heard something about it, right?"

“I’ve heard the clan leader mention this before,” Yin Changkong replied. “The Seven Transformations of the Stars is a martial art passed down directly from the Xiao family. If practiced correctly, one can advance from a first-realm martial apprentice to a seventh-realm martial saint. And the secrets within it…”

"What does it mean to cultivate correctly?" Xiao Chong felt that these four words were the most important, and quickly interjected.

Yin Changkong glanced at Xiao Chong and continued, "It's about deciphering the text on the last page of the cultivation technique. Deciphering it opens up a smooth path, while failing to do so leaves one hopeless for life. This is the greatest secret of the Seven Transformations of the Stars."

That's like saying nothing at all. What exactly are these "tadpoles"? Who can even recognize them? And are you sure this is writing, and not some kind of scribble?

Xiao Chong looked disappointed, but still asked with a glimmer of hope, "Is there anyone in the clan who can read these characters?"

"No." Yin Changkong ruthlessly shattered Xiao Chong's dream, and said slowly, "Otherwise, why do you think the Xiao family, which has been established for thousands of years, has never produced a single person who has reached the Transcendent Realm?"