The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 417 With too many divine skills, one becomes very willful!
Those who practice martial arts are often hot-blooded and vigorous. If they are humiliated, they will often choose to "die rather than live as a broken piece of jade."

Especially when someone tries to steal your martial arts skills, it's a fight to the death, a bloodbath.

However, there are exceptions, such as when someone who steals your martial arts skills becomes several times more skilled than you, leaving you with no hope of revenge.
Otherwise, where did the martial arts manuals of the Murong family of Gusu come from? And where did the martial arts manuals in the Langhuan Paradise of the Xiaoyao Sect come from?

Tenryu-ji Temple is currently facing such a situation.
The two people who came to visit today, one in the open and one in the shadows, have one thing in common: their martial arts skills are so high that everyone at Tianlong Temple is helpless against them.

While the Six Meridians Divine Sword manual was still in their hands, they still had the will to fight back. Even if it meant burning it, they did not want their martial arts manual to fall into the hands of others.

But when their own martial arts manuals have been stolen by others, and they have no way to deal with the other party, they only have two paths to take.

The first path, fueled by rage and burning anger, was to capture the thief who stole their martial arts manual, even at the cost of mutual destruction.

The second option is to swallow one's anger, back down, and helplessly accept this established fact; if there is an opportunity in the future, one can try to retrieve one's family's martial arts manual.

The five eminent monks of Tianlong Temple have studied Buddhism for many years and their minds are far more peaceful than ordinary people. They also have far fewer of the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance than ordinary people.

Therefore, unsurprisingly, they chose the second path!

However, Xu Xingchen was a generous person and would not take someone else's divine skills for nothing. He immediately proposed an exchange.

What Master Kurong was feeling is unknown.

However, although Abbot Benyin, along with Benguan, Benxiang, and Bencan, were still angry that Xu Xingchen had spied on their Tianlong Temple's martial arts manuals, they also had some expectations about what martial arts manuals Xu Xingchen was going to exchange for them.

Kumārajīva stood not far away, watching the situation unfold, lost in thought, but did not interrupt Xu Xingchen's actions.

For a moment, all three parties fell silent!
Xu Xingchen picked up his pen and wrote three words on the snow-white paper: "One Finger Divine Skill!" He then began to write down the One Finger Divine Skill internal energy manual that he had obtained from the world of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber.

The martial arts in this world are inherited from those in the previous worlds. The only difference is that the mysterious aura in the world here is more concentrated and easier for people to absorb.

As a result, the internal energy cultivated by martial artists in this world has become much more spiritual.

When these spiritual qualities accumulate to a certain degree, they can be condensed into various magical talismans based on the characteristics of internal energy cultivation methods, thereby mastering different martial arts techniques.

Therefore, the martial arts techniques from the previous worlds can also be used to cultivate in this world, and the power of the cultivated techniques is in no way inferior to the many martial arts techniques of this world.

The One-Finger Divine Skill that Xu Xingchen possesses is of the same origin as the One-Finger Divine Skill of the Dali Duan Clan in the other world, yet they are seemingly different.

Xu Xingchen wrote this internal energy cultivation method because he had overheard Master Kurong asking Abbot Benyin what he had heard, and suddenly realized that the Dali Duan family's One-Finger Divine Skill seemed to be somewhat difficult to master.

He then thought of putting the two different cultivation methods of One Finger together to see if he could use the stones from another mountain to polish his own jade; thus inspiring the people of the Dali Duan family to improve and perfect their cultivation methods.

With these thoughts in mind, they flowed from my pen into my writing.

The people present were all highly skilled in martial arts, so Xu Xingchen only needed to explain the pathways of the meridians and acupoints; there was no need to draw a diagram of the human body's meridians and acupoints.

He writes extremely fast, and each character appears on the paper with a flourish of his brush.

In no time at all, the writing was finished.

"Master Kurong, please appreciate my calligraphy!"

As Xu Xingchen spoke, he grabbed a stack of papers and threw them at the people from Tianlong Temple.

The papers seemed to be stuck together, and were not blown away by the wind. They flew straight to Master Kurong at a moderate speed.

Master Kurong dared not be careless. He raised his arm, extended his five fingers, and gently grasped the dozen or so pages of paper in his hand.

Feeling its softness to the touch, without any impact or shock, I couldn't help but exclaim, "What a skillful use of lightness to achieve greatness!"

When Master Kurong looked up at the young man surnamed Xu, he saw the man frown, pick up his brush again, dip it in ink, and begin writing on a new sheet of paper.

"What does he mean by this? Does he mean he's going to give my Tianlong Temple another set of martial arts manuals?" Master Kurong wondered. He looked down at the paper in his hand, but after seeing the first three words, he lost all interest in guessing what Xu Xingchen would do next.

"How could it be my Duan family's One-Finger Divine Skill?"

"Could it be that this person has even stolen and learned the cultivation method of the One-Finger Divine Skill?"

"But why did he send it back now?"

"Are you perhaps toying with us?"

For a moment, Master Kurong's mind was filled with thoughts. He thought that the young man surnamed Xu was just playing a trick on them and was just going through the motions. The anger that had subsided earlier showed signs of surging up again.

But when his gaze fell on the specific cultivation route below, he couldn't help but pause, and as he looked, his brows slowly furrowed.

"Although the cultivation path described here is somewhat similar to and overlaps with the Duan family's One-Finger Divine Skill, most of them are different."

"What is the purpose of this person's seemingly plausible One-Finger Divine Skill?" When Master Kurong turned to the third page, his mind was a complete mess, but he still patiently continued reading.

The four members of the abbot, the official, the prime minister, and the clerk kept glancing at the paper in Master Kurong's hand, somewhat curious about what kind of martial arts were recorded on it.

Seeing their uncle frown as he looked at them, then pause in surprise, then look with a puzzled expression, they couldn't understand why their uncle was reacting this way.
After reading all seven pages, Master Kurong closed his eyes and pondered for a moment. Suddenly, he raised his right index finger and gently tapped the ground.

Tsk~~!

With a slight whooshing sound, a thin, hazy beam of light flashed and disappeared in the air.

puff!
A plume of smoke and dust, about a foot high, shot up from the ground.

Everyone looked closely and saw a hole about the thickness of a finger in the ground, dark and bottomless inside.

The abbot and the other three looked surprised, wondering, "Why did our martial uncle suddenly use the One-Finger Divine Skill?"

Then, they saw a glint of light flash in their master's eyes, and a look of surprise crossed his face.

Master Kurong was utterly astonished, his mind a jumbled mess.

"I actually used the One-Finger Divine Skill? How did this happen?"

"Why? How can you use another meridian to perform the One-Finger Divine Skill?"

Master Kurong carefully studied the manuscript in his hand, his eyes flashing with a divine light, which showed that his emotions were not stable.

Meanwhile, Master Kurong fell into deep doubt.

Over there, Xu Xingchen was still writing the second martial arts manual.

He felt that his previous writing of the One-Finger Divine Skill manual was somewhat perfunctory, so he quickly decided to write another divine skill manual and give it to Tianlong Temple.

He had too many divine skills in his mind, each one no less powerful than the Six Meridians Divine Sword. After only a moment's thought, he chose one of them.

So he picked up his pen and wrote down four large characters.

Nine Yang Magic!

After numerous additions, deletions, and revisions, he has eliminated the flaw in the Nine Yang Divine Skill that "if one cannot cultivate it to its full potential, there is a possibility of dying from exhaustion."

The original Nine Yang Divine Skill only had four levels.

In order to eliminate potential problems later, he deliberately broke down the process of opening up all the acupoints and meridians in the body, and then combined, rearranged, and restructured them, thus transforming the four-level Nine Yang Divine Skill into a nine-level skill in one fell swoop.

Although mastering this divine skill is still extremely difficult, every effort yields results; the power of each level attained will be unleashed accordingly.
It's so much better than the old Nine Yang Divine Skill!
Xu Xingchen was willing to give away this divine skill because he felt that it would be a good match with the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

This is the mindset of someone who has too many extraordinary skills hidden in their head.

In short, it can be summed up in two words: willful!
In fact, Kumārajīva's magnanimity was in no way inferior to that of Xu Xingchen.

He was willing to exchange the Seventy-Two Extraordinary Skills of Shaolin for the Six Meridian Divine Sword of Tianlong Temple; such a thing is not something just anyone can do.
The Nine Yang Divine Skill contains a great deal of information.
Xu Xingchen kept writing and writing, and soon the paper on the table was not enough.

This time, without Master Kurong's instruction, Abbot Benyin turned and left the place. He soon returned with a thick stack of white paper and gently placed it on the desk.

Then, he turned back to Master Kurong and stood silently.

The sun slowly moved from overhead to the west.

It wasn't until two hours later that he finished the last character and put the brush down on the inkstone.

After tidying up the thick manuscript beside him, he walked up to Master Kurong, who had been waiting for a long time, handed it to him with one hand, and said with a smile, "Master Kurong, we're even now!"

After Master Kurong chanted a Buddhist prayer and took the manuscript, Xu Xingchen laughed heartily, leaped into the air like a bird, and flew towards the distant courtyard wall. In a few leaps, he disappeared into the woods behind the mountain.

Upon seeing this, Kumārajīva immediately turned around and ordered the ten Tibetan monks behind him, "You all return to Tibet first. This humble monk has important matters to attend to!"

"Yes, Grand Preceptor!" The ten Tibetan monks clasped their hands in prayer, then turned and quickly left.

Kumozhi bowed to the five masters, including Master Kurong, and said, "Masters, I apologize for the disturbance today. I will come back another day to apologize!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he too leaped into the air, quickly leaping over the wall behind him, and chasing after the figure in front of him until they disappeared into the back mountain.

Master Kurong watched the two powerful enemies swiftly depart, remaining silent for a long while before finally drawing his attention back and softly chanting, "Amitabha, well done! Well done!"

Then, he looked down at the thick manuscript in his hand.

Upon seeing this, his expression immediately changed, then grew increasingly serious, and his gaze gradually became solemn.
(End of this chapter)