章 22: Chapter 22, Self-created All-purpose Cultivation Method, Tyrannical True Cultivation Manual!

編集者: Dragon Boat Translation

Chapter 22, Self-created All-purpose Cultivation Method, Tyrannical True Cultivation Manual!

As He Chuan's reputation soared, he also received his first bucket of gold.

With this money, the people in the temple could be saved.

If he could get rid of the plague, he might be able to obtain another wave of evaluation points.

Perhaps, there would be high-ranking officials and tycoons who heard of his reputation and would spend a large sum of money to invite him to treat his illness.

However, wealth cannot save one's life, and medicine cannot change one's fate.

In this world where martial arts were revered, medical skills and money were not a big deal.

Therefore, after He Chuan bought enough medicinal herbs to treat the illness, he began to study martial arts.

There were many books in the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion, and martial arts techniques were among them.

Moreover, they covered a wide range of aspects.

According to the classification of this world, it was generally divided into two parts, internal strength, and external strength.

The so-called external strength was also known as Chinese boxing skills. It leaned towards fighting techniques, and when paired with the corresponding weapons, the power would be even stronger.

This type of martial arts specialized in body techniques, and some specialized in body refining. There were all kinds of martial arts and all sorts of different types.

As for internal strength, it was very simple.

The people who cultivated internal strength all used the unique methods of their mental cultivation methods to absorb the energy between heaven and earth.

Then, they would store this energy in their bodies and control it to produce a huge amount of lethality.

Looking at these cultivation methods that each had their own merits, He Chuan was not very satisfied.

The books in the dilapidated temple were a little low-level.

According to the classification of this world, they were all entry-level martial arts, so learning them would not be very powerful.

Even if they were cultivated to perfection, they would only be third-rate warriors.

If they encountered the weakest second-rate martial artist, they would probably be instantly killed in a few moves.

The growth rate of martial arts was obvious.

This wouldn't do.

He Chuan clearly understood the crisis that he would face in two years. If he was only a third-rate martial artist, he would probably have some difficulty even protecting himself.

In the end, he definitely wouldn't be able to escape the ending of death.

He had no choice but to create his own martial arts.

To be more precise, he had to merge all the martial arts manuals into one martial art that was both internal and external!

This was a field that no one had ever tried before.

Hence, it was extremely difficult to implement.

As a result, he, who had the Deduction System, was making slow progress.

However, it was not completely hopeless.

After hundreds of thousands of deductions, he finally found a feasible path.

Half a year later.

A martial arts technique that covered body technique, mental cultivation, weapons, body refinement, and more than a dozen other martial arts directions appeared out of nowhere!

He Chuan named it the 'Tyrannical True Cultivation Manual (lower)'!

It was a simple and clear name.

The reason why it had a suffix of 'lower' was that he had divided this martial arts technique into three upper, middle, and lower, which corresponded to the three levels of a martial artist.

At present, the martial arts knowledge he had obtained in the ruined temple's Buddhist Scripture Pavilion was only enough for him to deduce the most basic part.

If he wanted to continue deducing, he had to summarize the experiences of the previous people and read more martial arts books.

Unfortunately, he did not have this condition now.

However, with the special nature of this cultivation technique, once it was successfully cultivated, there would definitely be no opponents within the same level!

This was He Chuan's prediction.

But it was also the result of his deduction.

There was no other way, the Tyrannical True Cultivation Manual was too comprehensive.

For ordinary martial artists to cultivate a cultivation technique, they would need at least more than ten years to have some small success and barely make it into the third-rate cultivator.

Whether it was internal or external martial artists, it was the same.

A person's life was less than a hundred years, how many ten years could there be for a person to cultivate a new martial arts technique?

Therefore, if one wanted to become a second-rate or even a first-rate martial artist, one could only continue to explore and move forward in one direction.

If one threw out the Tyrannical True Cultivation Manual, which could cover all directions.

Perhaps even the most talented martial artist would not be able to complete the 'lower' part after decades of cultivation.

After all, the more complicated the cultivation method was, the easier it would be to make mistakes during the cultivation process. At that time, one would have to repeatedly revise it.

This was the most time-consuming thing.

However, He Chuan was different.

The Deduction System could help him find the best cultivation method and greatly increase his efficiency.

As a result, in just three days of cultivating the Tyrannical True Cultivation Manual, he had already achieved the ability to draw qi into his body, allowing him to control the energy unique to this world.

In less than a month, he had achieved a small success and entered the third-rate cultivator!

If the martial artists outside were to see such a terrifying efficiency, they would probably exclaim in shock!

To be able to do something that others could only do in a few years or even more than ten years in a month, was no longer something that a word genius could describe.

Moreover, He Chuan had just turned eight years old.

Days passed day by day.

While He Chuan's martial arts were growing day by day, the patients in the temple were also gradually recovering because of the medicine he brought.

However, this process was a little long.

After all, it was an ancient world, and the sanitary conditions were really too poor.

In addition, the dilapidated temple was not big, to begin with. And everyone meets each other every day. It was impossible to isolate and treat them, and they did not have such a concept.

Therefore, the illness kept repeating and did not completely recover.

It was not until two years later, when He Chuan was approaching the age of ten, that the plague finally subsided.

In the eyes of these ignorant villagers.

Such a feat was no different from a miracle!

Everyone regarded He Chuan as the reincarnation of the living Buddha. He could not bear to see the suffering of the world, so he came down to save them.

He Chuan neither admitted nor denied it.

Hearing the news that the evaluation points in the reincarnation mark had increased again, he did not think it was a bad thing.

Ignorance also had its benefits.

At least, there were many things that he did not need to explain.

Without having to suffer the illness, the ordinary people naturally missed the days at the foot of the mountain.

Hence, at this time, some people began to want to go home and look for their relatives who they had been separated from by the plague.

At the same time, they went back to make some preparations to repay the abbot monk and He Chuan who had taken care of them.

The opinion grew louder and the abbot finally agreed to take them down the mountain and asked He Chuan for his opinion.

"Master, you guys go. I'll stay and watch the temple."

He Chuan saw that they wanted to persuade them again and said, "There is no God in an empty temple. If no one is left, there will be no God to protect the temple in the future."

These words really worked.

They did not insist and left under the leadership of the monk.

Only He Chuan was left to guard the empty door.

He stood on the stone platform outside the ruined temple and looked at the group of people who were walking further and further away.

In his mind, he recalled the outcome of the simulation of the Heavenly Dao Simulation and could not help but sigh.

"I can't change your decision. Sigh, I wonder how many people will come back alive in the end..."