Novel Full Chapter 52: An Exciting Cultivation Technique
Chapter 52: Chapter 52: An Exciting Cultivation Technique
The second line,
"Life-taking Spear, Thirteen Whip Techniques, Poison Dragon Swordsmanship..."
The first line was for unarmed combat skills, the second was for weapon techniques.
The third line,
"Breathing Technique"—these two words were crossed out.
Zhou Bing, sitting beside him and glancing at the lines of his muscles, explained, "You’re an official member of the Hunting Team now, so you were going to be taught the Breathing Technique anyway."
After Breathing Technique were: "Hard Qigong, Punching and Striking Technique, Sandbag Technique," and so on.
They were all Cultivation Techniques for improving damage resistance.
If he had the time, he could learn them all.
But powerful enemies were all around, and several Generals and Commanders had yet to return.
’Do I have that kind of time?’
’What ability do I need most right now?’
’First, I need speed—or rather, the speed to run away. I have to get faster.’
’The corresponding Cultivation Techniques would be Qinggong or Leg Skills.’
’Second is defense. I should practice some of those Hard Qigong techniques from the third line.’
As important as speed and defense, perhaps even more so, were the Basic Techniques.
Things like "Pile Skill" and "Eight Vajra Techniques," Health Cultivation Techniques that could increase his Attributes. Tang Wen would take anything he could get, but they weren’t on the list.
While his "Pile Skill" and "Eight Vajra Techniques" were strong, it would take too long to raise them to the next level.
But with powerful enemies on the outside, time was exactly what he lacked.
’I might as well practice a new Cultivation Technique. That would increase my Attributes quickly.’
’Even if the increase is small, I can just practice several different ones!’
As for other skills, like Sword Skills or Spear Techniques...
He didn’t plan on learning any new ones. With that kind of effort, he’d be better off practicing his Wind-breaking Blade!
Tang Wen briefly summarized his thoughts and told Zhou Bing.
She wasn’t very familiar with these Cultivation Techniques, so she simply brought him to see Elder General Xia.
"So you’re the kid, Tang Wen! Not bad, not bad." Elder Xia held a wine flask in his hand. He wasn’t tall and his back was slightly hunched, making him look like an ordinary little old man.
He sat on the steps, watching a group of Forbidden Guards train in the square.
He looked just like a neighborhood grandpa, sitting in his rocking chair and watching kids play hide-and-seek.
Hearing Tang Wen’s request, Elder Xia glanced at him and said casually, "In that case, for Qinggong, you can learn Traceless Step. Just strap on some weights and practice. For defense, pick a Hard Qigong as well."
"As for the Health Cultivation Techniques you mentioned, have Ice Girl take you to the medical hall and ask around. Those old rascals should have plenty of them."
"Thank you, Elder General!"
"Don’t thank me. Let me check your pulse first."
Tang Wen’s vision blurred. The old man opposite him had already stood up and placed a hand on his wrist.
"What the—?"
He looked at Zhou Bing, who looked just as bewildered.
Tang Wen didn’t dare to move. The desire for power in his heart grew even stronger.
’So this is the power of a General Level expert.’
’I couldn’t even resist a single move!’
"Strange. Your kidney qi is ample, your Yang Qi is flourishing, and your body is the picture of health. Why do you need to practice a Health Cultivation Technique?"
"Uh..." Tang Wen hadn’t expected the Elder General to be concerned about his health.
He forced an explanation, "With Health Cultivation Techniques, the more you practice, the healthier you get. Isn’t that a good thing?"
"Don’t waste your time on nonsense. You’re young, so you should be practicing Mountain-Opening Cannon! When you’re old and your qi and blood have declined, you won’t be able to practice it even if you want to."
"Yes, yes, of course."
After getting a lecture, Tang Wen finally managed to get away.
He and Zhou Bing headed toward the underground medical hall.
Inside the medical hall, several male physicians were chatting idly.
When they heard the reason for Tang Wen’s visit and saw Zhou Bing’s looks and figure, they all broke into smiles that every man would understand.
A beautiful woman saps a man’s strength!
They were men of experience.
The stares made Zhou Bing uncomfortable, and she turned and left.
"Heh heh, young man! Come on, get on the bed!" The oldest physician slapped the white-sheeted patient bed.
Tang Wen repeatedly insisted he wasn’t "deficient" and that they had misunderstood.
The physicians all nodded.
"We get it! Not deficient, not deficient at all!"
"Haha, who said you were deficient?"
"Young man, remember this: a man can’t say he’s deficient. He must say he wants to be stronger!"
"..."
A group of married men, stuck underground, were bored to death.
Having finally stumbled upon Tang Wen, how could they let him go?
They unanimously insisted that the young man not be shy and come get a physical exam.
Tang Wen refused, stating he only wanted the Cultivation Techniques.
This only made the oldest physician more enthusiastic. "Just let us examine you! We’ll give you the Cultivation Techniques immediately and even teach you personally. If you’re a fast learner, you could learn them by tonight."
’This?’
Tang Wen hesitated. "What kind of Cultivation Techniques do you all know?"
"Hehehehe," the physicians exchanged triumphant smiles and began to speak:
"Yiyang Technique."
"Wall-Facing Yang Returning Stance."
"Primordial Sleep."
"Sleeping Posture Technique."
’Hot damn, you guys are all secretly masters!’
The elderly physician asked, "So, young man, which one do you want to learn?"
"I want to learn them all!"
Tang Wen blurted out.
These Cultivation Techniques sounded incredibly potent!
There was no reason not to learn them.
The room fell silent for a moment.
Then the physicians burst out laughing. A joyous atmosphere filled the medical hall, inside and out.
The elderly physician laughed and praised him, "Excellent! Your looks and disposition remind me of myself in my youth! As it happens, we’re free tonight. We’ll teach you, and how much you can remember will be up to your own good fortune."
Tang Wen braced himself, full of anticipation.
"The Wall-Facing Yang Returning Stance is a type of Pile Skill. First, find a smooth, flat wall. Point your toes slightly outward... yes, like this... and squat down."
Tang Wen copied the movements. His Constitution was formidable and his flexibility was excellent, so he quickly mastered the essentials of the posture.
The "Wall-Facing Yang Returning Stance" sounded impressive, but in reality, it was just a few back-and-forth movements.
The focus was on training the waist, hips, legs, and the muscles of a certain... special area.
In just a moment, he learned the Skill: [Wall-Facing Yang Returning Stance, Beginner (1/500)]
"I can learn the next one now."
"Heh heh, good kid, you learn fast! Keep practicing! I’d say, besides handling that great beauty from before, you’ll be able to take at least three more concubines."
’Three concubines?’
’Wouldn’t that be one wife and three concubines?’
’Looking at the old physician’s vigorous appearance, this must be advice born from experience!’
Tang Wen silently memorized this number. Not for any particular reason, of course. Just memorizing.
Learning the "Wall-Facing Yang Returning Stance" took only half an hour in total.
He was quite satisfied. Because his Spiritual Power was high enough, he could observe the physician’s movements with microscopic detail.
While imitating and learning, he could feel the subtle exertions and changes in every muscle of his body even more clearly!
"Come, let me teach you Primordial Sleep."
As he spoke, a middle-aged male physician lay down directly on his office desk.
Tang Wen proactively got onto the patient bed and, copying the physician’s posture, lay down in a somewhat seductive manner.
"Primordial Sleep, where primordial chaos becomes one breath, and the Dantian overflows with Yang Qi! Follow my commands: exhale, inhale..."
’There’s a Breathing Technique too?’
Tang Wen memorized the rhythm and began to try it himself.
After a few dozen minutes,
The Experience Panel flashed:
[Primordial Sleep, Beginner (3/500)]
"Am I practicing this correctly?"
Tang Wen got into position and practiced for a moment.
The middle-aged physician clicked his tongue in amazement. "Talent, pure talent! You’re incredible, kid! I’ve taught others before, and the fastest took three days just to grasp the basics! How long did it take you?"
The elderly physician also chimed in, "I didn’t expect this, I really underestimated you. Practice hard, and one wife and six concubines will be no problem!"
Holy cow!
’Master one technique, get three more concubines?’
’Physician, I want to practice ten... no, a hundred techniques!’
Next up was the "Sleeping Posture Technique."
The "Sleeping Posture Technique" and "Primordial Sleep" shared a similar principle.
Besides the lying posture, it also required coordination with a Breathing Technique.
Before 10 PM arrived, [Sleeping Posture Technique, Beginner (3/500)]
"A genius! A true genius!"
In the underground medical hall, four male physicians in white coats surrounded Tang Wen, who was practicing on the patient bed, and sighed with heartfelt admiration.
Tang Wen opened his eyes and looked at the elderly physician with a certain eager anticipation.
The physician didn’t disappoint. He stretched out both hands, waving all ten fingers, and shouted, "Nine concubines! At least nine concubines! You’re a real prodigy, kid."
Tang Wen grinned from ear to ear. "I’m not pursuing that sort of thing. I just love to practice my techniques."
"Of course, of course!"
"We physicians at the medical hall all have our own hobbies, too!"
"Oh?" Tang Wen looked at the group curiously.
"Physician Li loves going to the red-light district to listen to music."
"Physician Zhou loves drinking with courtesans."
"Physician Bai is the most impressive. He’s fond of wid... COUGH COUGH, he likes to appreciate the charm of mature women."
"What’s that to brag about? Brother Lin, you’re still the one who takes the cake."
Tang Wen: "..."