Simultaneous travel: The group is about to be wiped out

Chapter 134 Five Treasures Protective Technique

The era in which Yamata no Orochi lived was truly the peak period for extraordinary individuals, with founders of various sects establishing their own lineages and sects.

Even those immortals still exist in the world, but this guy doesn't know what happened after that. After arriving in Japan, he didn't pay attention to the situation on the mainland and was subsequently suppressed by Seimei.

It is worth mentioning that in his memory, there was the figure of the founder of the Tang Clan, a woman surnamed Tang.

The Yamata no Orochi encountered her by chance, sensed the amount of Qi within her body, and wanted to devour her, but after a few exchanges, she easily escaped.

Moreover, in his memory, although there were only a few moves, Chen Feng recognized that the method the opponent was practicing was the Tang Clan's Five Treasures Body Protection Technique.

However, the Five Treasures Protective Technique in the hands of this ancestor is quite different from the one cultivated by his descendants.

Today, the Tang Clan's Five Treasures Protection Technique mobilizes the Qi of the five internal organs. The combination of the three Qi of heart fire, lung metal, and kidney water, along with external medicine, is the key to refining and controlling poison.

The spleen earth and liver wood energies are generated to protect the body. These two energies form a protective membrane in the body, so that the Tang Clan members will not be harmed by the poisonous energies they have refined.

However, this Tang Clan ancestor's methods were more complex. He didn't need to worry about his own poisonous energy harming or being used by himself, and his methods were more numerous.

After comprehending this memory, Chen Feng rubbed his temples and chuckled softly.

From this perspective, it seems as if these younger generations have gone astray and put the cart before the horse.

Perhaps the Five Treasures Protection Technique is not used in this way at all. No, that's not quite right. To be more precise, it's just that these people don't use it completely.

Thinking of this, Chen Feng inexplicably thought of another descendant of the Tang Clan disciples, Tao Tao. This girl used the Five Treasures Protective Technique differently from most of the Tang Clan disciples.

The Five Treasures Protective Technique she used actually employed the three types of Qi—Heart Fire, Lung Metal, and Kidney Water—encased within a Qi membrane formed by Earth and Wood Qi as her attack method. These bubbles would then explode like bombs, releasing the Qi within and attaching it to the attacker's protective Qi, thus breaking through the opponent's defenses.

It is relatively more ingenious, more difficult to operate, and requires more talent.

I don't know if it's due to the environment or some other factor, but the Five Treasures Protective Technique practiced by the Tang Clan is somewhat different now.

With this idea in mind, I might be able to try to improve upon it.

Before we knew it, time had passed, and it was lunchtime on the train. The staff had already brought the meal, which consisted of four dishes and a soup. It was quite nutritious, but the taste was just so-so.

After all, we are not as good as future generations in many ways. Of course, the train has taken this into consideration. In the carriage further ahead, there is a specially assigned chef who can cook special meals for you, but of course, it costs more.

For cultivators, especially disciples of the Tang Clan, Chen Feng didn't care much about the taste of the food, as long as it was nutritious enough.

During regular training and missions, there is rarely time to eat a complete meal.

Sitting on the left was a woman with a gentle face, light makeup, a stand-up collar blouse with a diagonal front, and a knee-length skirt. She was holding a book and reading it carefully, looking every bit the part of a well-bred lady.

After glancing at it, Chen Feng stopped paying attention and continued to ponder his own cultivation.

The pursuit of returning home and the acquisition of powerful strength to control his own destiny, thus providing Chen Feng with more opportunities to live, were the driving forces behind his continuous cultivation and growth.

After lunch, the sound of casual conversation began to fill the carriage.

On the other side, a blond man was chatting with two women. He was wearing a flashy white suit and gold-rimmed glasses, exuding an undeniable air of a refined scoundrel.

"Oh, I also went abroad to do some business this time, but unfortunately, I had bad luck and lost a lot of money, not much, just a few hundred thousand US dollars."

Upon hearing this, a heavily made-up, pink-haired woman standing nearby looked surprised, covered her mouth, and exclaimed in shock:
"Hundreds of thousands of US dollars, that much!?"

The blonde man was quite pleased with the woman's tone. A smile appeared on his face as he shook his head and responded in a nonchalant tone.

"Oh, it's only a few hundred thousand. Just consider it a game. It's not much. I'll ask my dad when I get back, and getting a few million more will be a piece of cake."

As he said this, the blond man's gaze remained fixed on the gentle woman to Chen Feng's left, clearly trying to attract her attention.

He knew the woman's identity: Qiu Nanfeng, the eldest daughter of the prestigious Qiu family in Sichuan, a graduate of a renowned foreign university. He had met her at a party before, but he never expected to see her here by such a coincidence.

Once we win over the other party, getting money from my dad will be a piece of cake, right?

With that thought in mind, the blond man gave what he considered a gentle smile, walked over to the other person, and greeted him in a low voice.

“Miss Qiu, it’s been a long time. Let me introduce myself. I’m also from Sichuan, from the Cheng family, Cheng Lin.”

Sensing the other person's arrival, Qiu Nanfeng raised her head, her beautiful eyes slightly raised. She had heard of the Cheng family in Sichuan, who were considered relatively famous wealthy merchants, but faced with this obvious attempt to flirt, her cool voice rang out.

"Oh, sorry, I'm not interested in getting to know you. Don't bother me."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Lin's face immediately froze, not expecting the other party to be so direct.

Seeing that he hadn't attracted any attention, the blond man smiled brightly and prepared to leave, but suddenly he saw Chen Feng beside him. He raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he had thought of something, and a smile returned to his face as he asked a question.

"My friend, you look like you're from mainland China too. May I ask which family you belong to? What kind of business do you run?"

"Perfect timing, we're on the same train, how about we become friends? If you run into trouble in mainland China in the future, just mention my name and it'll be fine."

Chen Feng, who was deep in thought, was taken aback. He opened his eyes, chuckled, and thought, "This is interesting. I never thought I would encounter those melodramatic plots in novels, but I didn't expect to run into them today."

As the old saying goes, art imitates life. After so many years of practice, this kind of thing is rare, so I jokingly said to him:

"Me? I'm not a disciple of any family. As for what I do, I'm just an ordinary businessman. I don't earn much, but on a good day I can make two or three hundred million US dollars."

Damn it, are you robbing a bank? Even robbing a bank wouldn't be this fast!
Dude, you've really killed the conversation...

Originally, he wanted to strike up a conversation with Chen Feng to show his sense of honor and then do something else to attract Qiu Linfeng, but he didn't expect the other party to kill the conversation.

Seeing the other person's behavior, Chen Feng didn't bother to pay any more attention to him. He shook his head and waved his hand lightly, saying, "Kid, I'm not interested in joking with you. Go back to your seat."

Judging from his behavior, this guy isn't a bad person, but some of his actions are a bit childish and silly. There's no need to pay him any attention.

These words immediately caused the blond man to blush and clench his fists. But the instant he met Chen Feng's gaze, a chill ran through him, and he swallowed hard, gritting his teeth as he returned to his seat. Qiu Linfeng, who was reading a book nearby, couldn't help but look up and glance at Chen Feng curiously.

As Cheng Lin quieted down, everything in the carriage soon calmed down, and time passed quietly.

Chen Feng didn't pay much attention to any of this. If it were a plot from a novel, he would probably go through a series of struggles and face-slapping moments to win the woman's heart. Wasn't that a classic silly and crooked dragon king storyline?
He silently complained to himself for a moment, then fell into deep thought, pondering his next steps in his cultivation.

Time passed quietly, and the carriage remained peaceful, without any further incidents.

…………

Sichuan, Sichuan city, train station.

On the outskirts, Tang Miaoxing, dressed in black and with a handsome face, leaned against the car, looking at the multi-person station ahead, and waited quietly.

Beside her stood a very shrewd and capable middle-aged man with a smile on his face, saying something to Tang Miaoxing.

"Master Tang, it's been a long time! What a coincidence! I never expected to run into you when I came to pick up my good-for-nothing son."

"If it weren't for you personally leading the Tang Clan to handle that matter back then, I, Cheng, wouldn't be where I am today. So, after I pick up my son, I will definitely thank you properly!"

When the accident happened, several members of the Quanxing sect, coveting the Cheng family's wealth, attacked and killed them. Fortunately, the Cheng family owner encountered Tang Miaoxing and his group of Tang disciples while fleeing with his son, thus saving their lives.

Even today, the scene of their battle is still etched in my mind; the sheer power they displayed was probably unmatched even by firearms.

From that moment on, out of gratitude for being saved, Boss Cheng always treated the Tang Clan with utmost respect...

Seeing this, Tang Miaoxing smiled helplessly and politely declined, "I'm sorry, Boss Cheng, I came here to pick up my senior brother. In addition, there are important matters in the sect that he needs to resolve. I cannot accompany you any longer."

Despite the other party's considerable wealth, Tang Miaoxing didn't care. The Tang Clan had developed for hundreds of years, and its wealth was unparalleled in Sichuan, far surpassing that of these wealthy merchants.

In Sichuan, people from both the legitimate and criminal worlds are extremely polite to those from the Tang Clan. They can't compete with them in terms of skill or wealth, so they have no choice but to be courteous.

Upon seeing the other party's refusal, Boss Cheng didn't say much, but nodded to indicate that he understood: "I know Master Chen Feng, and I have always admired his great reputation. I hope to have the opportunity to meet him and get to know him."

"Since you two are in a hurry, then I, Cheng, will not be ungrateful. If you ever need my help in the future, please don't hesitate to ask, and I will certainly do my best."

Just then, Boom!!! Whoosh!!!

The train pulled into the station, and people began to disembark one after another.

Wearing a white suit, Cheng Lin stood out in the crowd. The moment they saw Boss Cheng, they rushed over with a bright smile and greeted him.

"Dad, your son is back! I never expected you to come and pick me up in person. I'm so touched!"

Looking at his son, Boss Cheng was furious. If he hadn't run into Tang Miaoxing by chance, he wouldn't have bothered waiting for his good-for-nothing son here. But considering the people around him, he finally decided to teach his son a lesson.

"Come, greet Master Tang."

A master generally refers to an outstanding person who has extremely high attainments and wide influence in a specific field. For ordinary people, the methods of the extraordinary person can be described as miracles. Therefore, in Shu, many people in the Tang Clan call him a master.

At this moment, Cheng Lin was no longer arrogant in front of his father. He behaved very obediently and showed no dissatisfaction when facing Tang Miaoxing, who looked not much older than him. He still bowed respectfully.

"Greetings, Master Tang!"

He knew that someone who could be valued so highly by his father must be an extraordinary person.

Tang Miaoxing glanced at Cheng Lin, nodded, her expression unchanged, and said nothing more.

This kid is dressed more fashionably than Yang Lie, but unfortunately he doesn't have the same charisma as Young Master Yang and can't pull it off; he looks rather odd.

Seeing that his father hadn't left, Cheng Lin didn't ask any further questions and chose to wait there with him. He yawned, then, as if remembering something, chuckled and said:
"Dad, you have no idea how interesting it is on the train. There was this idiot who was bragging to me that he could make two hundred million US dollars a day if he was lucky. Isn't that bullshit?"

"I was initially interested in getting to know him because of his impressive demeanor, but I didn't expect him to kill the conversation the moment he opened his mouth."

Just then, Chen Feng, dressed in white and carrying a simple bundle, walked towards them.

Seeing this, Cheng Lin laughed and pointed, "Dad, isn't it a coincidence that the bragging guy I told you about is him?"

After saying that, Chen Feng had already walked up to them.

Tang Miaoxing frowned and glanced at Cheng Lin, ignoring him, and walked towards Chen Feng, greeting him, "Senior brother, you're back. Long time no see."

Snapped! ! !
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Boss Cheng, who was standing to the side, made a move. He slapped his own son hard across the face, knocking him to the ground. He then hurriedly walked up to the two of them, smiling and apologizing.

"Master Chen, please forgive my foolish son. He has been mentally challenged since childhood. I hope you will forgive him for his rudeness on the train. Please forgive my scoundrel son's rudeness."

"Don't worry, that kid is foul-mouthed. I'll definitely teach him a lesson when I get back!"

At this moment, Cheng Lin, lying on the ground, was completely bewildered, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. But he couldn't care less about anything else; he quickly stood up, saw his father's gaze, and hurriedly apologized, "Sect Leader Chen, I'm an idiot. Please forgive me for my rudeness..."

Seeing this, Chen Feng chuckled and nodded to Boss Cheng: "He's just a kid, he doesn't know any better, I understand, and I won't take it to heart, but this kind of personality will make him suffer in the future."

Boss Cheng nodded quickly: "Okay, don't worry, I'll teach that kid a lesson when I get back."

Seeing this, Chen Feng ignored it and got into the car with Tang Miaoxing and left. There was no need to care, after all, their levels were different. He wasn't an irredeemable scoundrel. As a cultivator, he had that much magnanimity.

Moreover, given his own words, his father would definitely give him a good scolding.

The most important thing right now is the immediate issue: people from above have arrived, and we need to know what their intentions are.

With this thought in mind, Chen Feng went straight out and asked.

Tang Miaoxing replied while driving, "I heard from Senior Brother Yang that the other party is a big shot, I think his surname is Liang..."

(End of this chapter)