Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 284 Entering the World, Tai Sui

The night rain in Dangshan stopped at dawn.

That sword immortal was no good person. He burned the corpse of the traitorous old demon to ashes with a talisman fire, leaving Duncan no chance to even touch the corpse. Even if he was afraid of it turning into a zombie, there was a sword immortal, a mountain lord, and a Xuan Yin Sect elder present. Couldn't he just turn it into ashes after it turned into a zombie? Maybe he could even gain some experience points. Why did he have to rush to burn the corpse?

I have no idea what this extraterrestrial demon is.

He hasn't figured it out yet.

The other Blood Children also died horribly; three were smashed into mincemeat, and one was blown into a bloody mist. Forget about any martial arts techniques or secret manuals. Duncan finally found a few deformed silver coins in the mincemeat.

Lu Shanjun went to his cave to pack his belongings. His cave was deep in the mountain stream and cliff, inaccessible to low-level light skills like Grasshopper. Duncan could only wait for him to return.

Just then, a whooshing sound came from the forest, and a bright-eyed girl dressed in black appeared, standing on a tree branch, and greeted him with a fist salute from afar: "Young man."

“My master said you probably don’t have any travel money, so he told me to bring you some.”

"Farewell!"

"See you later!"

The sound of breaking through the air came.

Duncan leaped and caught the embroidered money pouch. Inside were some loose silver coins for easy use, and at the bottom were several gold beans, totaling about a dozen. If used sparingly, it would last a long time.

Are there still good people within the evil cult?

Could it be that I've misunderstood that beautiful woman in palace attire? Does she actually mean me no harm?
Is he just after her body?

Before leaving, the girl in the tight-fitting clothes couldn't help but glance at the Blood Boy not far away. Her master had been regretting it when they were at the foot of the mountain, saying that the boy was truly extraordinary. If they could be taken into the sect, taught superior techniques, and carefully trained, perhaps in the future, when the three of them could not make any progress in their cultivation, they would have to borrow the boy's primordial yang fire to break through their realm.

The boy was still a virgin, but his innate talent was extraordinary. His breakthrough with his primordial yang energy was equivalent to at least ten years of arduous cultivation.

The primordial yin is extremely cold, while the primordial yang is blazing hot.

The female disciples of the Xuan Yin Palace are neither from the Yin Yang Sect nor the even more dissolute He Huan Sect. The virginity mark on their bodies can only be broken when they have cultivated to the point where they can no longer make any progress and their yin energy is completely depleted.

This branch of the demonic sect seeks the utmost yin and purity, and its techniques are extremely domineering. It cannot be tainted by even the slightest impurity of true energy. Only those who are extremely yang and pure can help them break free from the 'isolated yin' syndrome. Furthermore, they must be virgins with pure internal energy, possess extraordinary potential and talent, and have not been tainted by any impure or evil techniques.

Unlike the Yin-Yang Sect and its branch, the Hehuan Sect, those people are diverse and rely on quantity to win. They make rapid progress in the early stages, but their true energy becomes mixed and difficult to break through, often resulting in qi deviation and demonic possession.

They prioritize quality and strive for excellence; when breaking through the barrier, they must at least challenge the innate true energy.

The principle of Yin giving rise to Yang is the minimum threshold for them to break through the barrier.

Duncan accepted the money bag and clasped his hands in thanks. The young blood was only fifteen or sixteen years old. That treacherous old devil was ruthless and cruel. He searched everywhere for children with good potential, and used bloody methods to erase their past. After blood refinement, he only taught them external skills, not profound internal skills.

These Blood Children are all of excellent aptitude; in sects that cultivate external martial arts techniques, they would be top-notch talents.

The bright-eyed girl soared into the sky and disappeared.

The disciples of the Xuan Yin Sect possessed extraordinary lightness skills, which made the young man envious. He felt that his ability to fly over grass was simply inferior to theirs.

"How can a brute with poor agility catch up to someone while hacking away?"

"We must focus our efforts on mastering light-body skills."

That beautiful woman in palace attire possessed truly remarkable lightness skills, almost like a celestial being descending from the heavens. She didn't even need to breathe, gliding through the air with effortless ease.

Duncan glanced at his own martial arts skills.

Unlike everything in the Root World, the entire cultivation technique page of the human body has changed drastically. Even the background color has become ancient and weathered, revealing the vicissitudes of history. Some of the annotations for the cultivation techniques have even become more elegant.

It's fair to say that the entire writing style has changed.

Fortunately, the most basic functions are not much different; it's just that the Western sword style has been replaced with Eastern-style moves.

—Mastery of fist and palm techniques (at the highest level).

—Leg techniques (entering the inner sanctum) (mastered).

—Swords and knives (beginner's glimpse) (apprentice).

Although the way of describing it had changed on the projected page, Duncan understood it at a glance. With a little conversion of Eastern vocabulary, it wasn't hard to guess the specific level.

The human form possesses a rather diverse range of martial arts skills, most of which are marked in blue, indicating that they have not yet been fully mastered.

The thought fell.

The marks on the fist and palm open, revealing a series of basic moves: pointing, grabbing, striking, intercepting, etc., including fist techniques, palm techniques, and finger techniques. Some are marked in gold, and some in blue. When combined, they represent mastery, corresponding to consummate skill.

This is no different from the basic form of the first human host. He can handle sword strikes, slashes, and parries with ease, even surpassing the combat skills mastered by the human host.

"The basic stance will not change; all moves are derived from the basic stance."

"However, the East places more emphasis on footwork coordination."

Duncan quickly understood. His abilities hadn't changed much; he still acquired combat skills through killing, but not martial arts. It was just a basic improvement. If there was anything different, his human form's true energy seemed to have become a little stronger, but the conversion efficiency was lower.

I don't know if it's because true qi is special, but it feels harder to improve than mana.

"But killing people can enhance my true energy, which is enough for me."

"Slow down, that's fine."

Many of Duncan's skills are marked with a plus sign, indicating that he possesses the ability to enhance the skills of his human host. With a little review, these skills can be transformed.

I dare not say anything else, but with swords and spears in hand, conventional martial arts are no match for his instinctive performance.

However, all he possessed were military martial arts skills.

It's rather rough.

Its main advantages are its durability and ease of use; it can easily kill people.

This place has areas that Duncan is familiar with, as well as areas that he is not familiar with. For example, finger techniques, which he had only used before when lightly grasping, twisting, stroking, and picking, but here, there are many profound martial arts techniques that the ones he used in the past cannot provide any help at all.

Then there are the meridians. The Blood Child's twelve regular meridians were not opened, and he practiced only the extra meridians. That old demon never intended to train them into masters of internal energy.

"If all these meridian diagrams are opened, then one should reach the Innate Realm, right?"

On the projected page.

Duncan zoomed in on the meridian chart of his entire body. There were blurry shadows at three acupoints: Mingmen, Yuzhen, and Baihui, which looked like dark red blood vessels congealing into marks. There were also dark marks on several parts of his body and brain. This should be the curse planted by the Blood Refining Technique.

"If that's the case, then as long as I'm strong enough, I can break through it myself."

Everything is clear to me.

Duncan picked up the scattered birds from the ground, processed them quickly, and roasted them over a fire. Many abilities from the Eastern world could not be inscribed and recorded, but the mark of all spirits shone brightly, as if anticipating his return.

I humbly decline; the myriad spirits are far too creative.

At this moment, the phantom of the mountain god temple emerged. He looked at his dilapidated temple with a pained expression, walked around the area, and sat down not far from Duncan, under the eaves and in the corner, shaking his head and sighing, "What should we do?"

"The incense has stopped burning."

"Now the temple is gone too."

"If all else fails, I'll have to seek refuge with the City God and become a wandering deity."

This person's spirit is invisible to the naked eye, and even Lu Shanjun cannot detect it. He thought Duncan could not see him and sighed, but he did not expect that Duncan was just pretending not to see him.

There was a sound of breaking wind.

Lu Shanjun's burly figure leaped like a tiger, landing with a bundle on his back, from which came the sound of gold and silver. He sniffed the air and said, "I didn't know you had this skill."

Duncan handed over a skewered roasted bird and said calmly, "It's bitterly cold in the west, so we have to do it ourselves."

Lu Shanjun reached out and took it, tearing off more than half in one bite, and asked in surprise, "You've been to the Western Regions?"

Duncan continued eating, saying softly, "I don't quite remember."

"But I learned some of Yi Ya's skills."

Lu Shanjun chewed the bone with a crunching sound. The two paused for a moment before setting off. It was already dawn, and they could see wisps of smoke rising from chimneys in the distance.

Those were ordinary families living at the foot of the mountain; the bloody storm of the night did not disturb them.

In front of the mountain god temple.

The middle-aged scholar-like man sighed and said, "You all just finished beating me and left."

"But I am homeless."

"I still have the mood to roast birds, while I haven't had a single meal of incense for months."

Thinking of this, he was overcome with grief and began to sob.

at this time.

His nose suddenly twitched, and he strangely caught a whiff of a delicious aroma—the smell of barbecue. He followed the scent and, shocked, saw a tree branch with a roasted bird stuck in it, standing before the dilapidated mountain god statue.

"what?"

Why can I smell this?

The middle-aged scholar stepped forward, sniffed it eagerly, and then touched it. He was surprised to feel a burning sensation. Instantly, he felt an intense hunger and couldn't resist taking a bite. He actually tasted it, although it was a bit bland. However, he hadn't tasted any human food for decades.

"Why?"

"I am a spirit of the underworld, so why am I allowed to enjoy the delicacies of the human world?"

Who is that child?

The middle-aged scholar was extremely shocked. The branch with roasted bird stuck in it looked like an incense stick. It stood in front of the mountain god statue. After tasting it, even his Yin spirit form became more solid.

"Could it be that a god has descended to the mortal realm?"

As soon as the middle-aged scholar turned around, he saw a corner of the mountain god statue with about ten gold beans on it. Although it wasn't much, it was enough to repair the dilapidated temple.

He was immediately moved to tears, walked outside the mountain god temple, and bowed in gratitude in the direction where the man and the tiger had left.

at the foot of the mountain.

Lu Shanjun suddenly stopped. He turned to look at the boy beside him, took out a handful of gold and silver from his bag, and handed it over, saying, "I cannot see anyone."

"There is an old hunter's family at the foot of that mountain."

"Give him this gold and silver for me."

The handsome young man in black stopped, glanced at Lu Shanjun, and nodded, saying, "Okay."

"But what could be the reason?"

Lu Shanjun was quite frank, calmly saying, "When I was not yet enlightened, I accidentally killed one of his sons. Now he is old and weak, has no children, and only an adopted daughter. I'm afraid he will not have a good end." "Today I also suffer the pain of losing my son and have experienced some of the true nature of human nature."

"There's no need to mention my name."

"Give him gold and silver."

The boy couldn't help but clap his hands and say, "Okay. I'll go right now."

He took out the gold and returned it to Lord Lushan.

Seeing the transformed tiger's puzzled expression, the young man crushed the silver ingot with his palm, breaking it into dozens of small pieces of silver, and explained, "Possessing a treasure is a crime."

"Ordinary people have never seen gold before."

"Taking it out will bring trouble."

"Giving him some loose silver coins will suffice; it will be convenient for him to use them."

Lu Shanjun seemed to understand what he was saying, and nodded in approval, saying, "I have learned some principles of being a good person."

He crushed the silver ingot with his powerful palm, and the boy, carrying dozens of pieces of silver, went alone to the foot of the mountain.

After a while.

A ragged, hunched old man stepped out of the thatched hut. He looked at the handsome young man in front of him with surprise, but the young man handed him a bag containing dozens of pieces of silver. The old man was terrified and dared not reach out to take it.

The boy calmly said, "This was a gift from an old friend."

"I have another matter to ask of you."

At this moment, a middle-aged woman came out of the house, carrying chicken feed in her hands. She looked surprised when she saw the boy, and when she saw the silver, she was also frightened. She hurriedly stepped forward to ask him questions.

Both men were somewhat uneasy. The old man bowed and said, "What can I do for you, sir?"

The boy pointed to the mountain and said calmly, "There is a mountain god temple on the mountain, but it has been in disrepair for many years and is now dilapidated."

"Keep half of this silver for your daily needs, and use the other half to have someone repair the mountain god temple."

"If I have free time, I will offer incense every few days."

After saying this, the handsome young man gracefully departed, his toes barely touching the grass and trees, and he quickly disappeared into the mountains and forests.

Only the stunned father and daughter remained on the spot.

In the mountains and forests.

Lu Shanjun waited quietly, observing everything. After a moment of contemplation, he looked at the boy who had landed and asked, "Why did you ask them to repair the mountain god temple?"

The young man laughed and said, "Giving only gold and silver might easily attract covetousness."

"So that they can have some connection with the mountain god here, and will be able to rely on the mountain god for support in their old age."

"The mountain king reigns supreme here."

"It's probably because of you that the temple of the mountain god has gradually fallen into disrepair."

"Now the mountain king has entered the world to travel."

"Let's settle this matter here as a way of compensating the mountain god."

Upon hearing this, Lu Shanjun's tiger-like eyes widened. After pondering for a moment, he couldn't help but clap his hands and praise, "Good!"

"You are young, yet you have such a clever mind."

"The future is bound to be extraordinary."

"Walking with you might just become a beautiful story in the future."

Lu Shanjun seemed to be in a good mood, looking the handsome young man beside him up and down and saying, "No wonder that demonic cultist wanted to take you under his wing."

"What do we do next?"

The young man pondered for a moment, looked at the mountain king in front of him, and slowly said, "The mountain king will probably have to become a little smaller, and then I will try to find a way to change your clothes."

Lu Shanjun nodded and said, "That's not difficult either."

"Although I haven't practiced many techniques, it's not difficult for me to change my tendons and shrink my bones."

"It's just that I can't fully utilize my abilities when fighting against others."

The words fell.

Lu Shanjun's bones cracked and popped, transforming him into an eight-foot-tall man, no different from an ordinary giant, except that he still retained some beastly outlines.

"That makes things much easier."

"I will find a set of clothes for the mountain king in a moment, and put a straw hat on him so that he can cover his face."

The boy glanced at the tiger's tail, which resembled a long whip, and Lu Shanjun laughed heartily, wrapping the tiger's tail around his waist.

He left quickly.

When the boy returned, Lu Shanjun was rummaging through his satchel. Hearing the wind, he looked up and said, "You are still young and your muscles and bones are not yet developed. Such domineering techniques are not suitable for you to cultivate."

"I usually just kill some bandits and outlaws, and the martial arts techniques I've learned are mostly unorthodox and evil."

"This scroll was obtained from a certain demonic monk from the Western Regions."

"It's a pity there's only half a book."

"If you're interested, you might as well start by learning this."

Curious, the boy stepped forward and glanced at it. His expression changed slightly. There was Sanskrit on it, but it had already been translated. The original was inscribed with the five characters "Shakyamuni Throws the Elephant".

Lu Shanjun then said, "That evil monk also has a book called 'The Joyful Dharma'."

"The above are mostly techniques for replenishing yang by absorbing yin."

I do not like it.

"Then it was burned."

The transformed tiger looked the boy up and down, its eyes full of admiration, and said, "You are still a virgin, your primordial yang is burning brightly, do not easily taint yourself with impurities."

"After I have made great progress in my studies, I will find a woman who is purely yin in my body."

"The harmony of Yin and Yang".

"By breaking the disease of 'isolated yang not growing,' there will be an opportunity to enter the Dao through strength."

Lu Shanjun rummaged through his body and took out a talisman, saying, "I am not skilled in incantations, but I will pass on this Six Ding Six Jia Protective Incantation to you as well."

"Most ordinary people need to practice ten thousand times, offer blessings and prayers, pay respects three times a day, and make incense offerings in order to gain some power."

"However, my cultivation is not that complicated."

"When your cultivation advances rapidly in the future, I will teach you how to cast this spell without incantation."

The boy, curious, looked up and asked, "Did the Mountain Lord subdue them?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Shanjun burst into laughter.

He found the boy increasingly to his liking and laughed heartily, "Not exactly, but it's pretty much the same."

His secret technique is not something that ordinary people can use.

Lord Lushan cultivates external martial arts techniques, possessing a protective aura that is difficult for ordinary people to defeat. It is impossible for him to recite a mantra ten thousand times with incense offerings morning and evening.

Such a reckless person only knows how to take shortcuts.

The man and the tiger changed their gear and headed towards the distant city.

The boy flipped through the book "The Art of Shakyamuni Throwing the Elephant" in his hand, looked up and asked, "Mountain Lord, have you decided where you want to go?"

Lu Shanjun shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"Do you have anywhere to go?"

After thinking for a moment, the boy shook his head and said, "Nowhere to go, yet anywhere is also a place to go."

Lu Shanjun laughed and said, "I am the same."

"It's better than this."

"Let's go and have some food and drink first. I haven't yet tasted any of the finest wines and delicacies in the world."

"In a few more days."

"There should be some activity in the Dragon Pool. When the time comes, let's go and explore. Maybe we can find the blood of the dragon for you, which will help you transform."

The local tyrant is clear about his grudges and never owes anyone a favor.

This transformed tiger seemed to be seeking the blood of a dragon for the boy, using pure yang blood to help him advance bravely and diligently.

The boy nodded and said, "Okay."

"Let's have a good meal and see the local customs and culture."

"Is there anything you'd like to do, Lord Mountain?"

Lu Shanjun fell into deep thought and slowly said, "I am still lacking a suitable weapon. I have heard that the Vajra Sect of the Western Regions has fierce sword techniques and domineering palm techniques. I should pay them a visit when I have time."

"There are many masters in this world who have attained enlightenment through strength."

"Although I have achieved some success in building up my protective qi, the palm techniques I have learned are mostly ordinary."

People often talk about Southern Fist and Northern Leg techniques.

"It is said that in coastal areas, there are masters who subdue dragons with their palm power and comprehend palm techniques. On the shores of the East China Sea, there are also people who use clumsiness to overcome skill and use powerful palm power to shatter the raging waves of the sea."

Lu Shanjun, filled with longing, sighed like a martial arts fanatic, "I must pay him a visit sooner or later."

The boy silently memorized it.

When he visits me in the future, he can just mention that he has a good friend.

The man and the tiger gradually drifted apart.

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(End of this chapter)