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Chapter 197 Ancient Techniques, Relics!! (Updated 45 times out of 2 words)

Fang Qingyu felt the surge of new power within his body.

He casually wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead and nodded to Wei Banmeng, who was standing at the entrance.

"it is good."

He responded and called to Jiang Wei, who was chewing on a lollipop, "Let's go."

Jiang Wei sighed like a little adult and took the lollipop out of her mouth.

Obediently follow Fang Qingyu.

Wei Banmeng looked at the couple, a hint of helplessness flashing in her cold eyes, and turned to lead the way.

The three left the noisy training ground and crossed the plain path.

Soon they arrived at the "Shoujing Pavilion" where Yan Shouzhen practiced meditation.

The interior of the pavilion is furnished in a simple and elegant style, filled with a faint aroma of tea and ink.

Yan Shouzhen was sitting behind a rosewood tea table, slowly savoring his fragrant tea.

Upon seeing Fang Qingyu and the other two enter, he put down his teacup and smiled gently.

"You're back? You must be tired."

His gaze fell on Fang Qingyu, filled with undisguised admiration. "You have made a great contribution to successfully bringing back the Dark Source Essence from the Eternal Silence Pool this time, Qingyu."

Fang Qingyu heard this.

He smiled and waved his hand: "It's my duty, it was agreed upon beforehand."

His tone was sincere, without the slightest hint of arrogance.

Seeing this, Yan Shouzhen's smile deepened, clearly very satisfied with Fang Qingyu's humble and composed nature.

He picked up his teacup and took another sip, saying gently, "An agreement is an agreement, and a sentiment is a sentiment. Longyuan Pavilion will remember this sentiment."

The old man then put down his teacup and looked at Fang Qingyu with gentle eyes, "If you need anything, just say the word. Resources, permissions, whatever the pavilion has that can help, we will not hesitate to lend a hand."

Fang Qingyu was taken aback.

resource?

He subconsciously thought about how his room was piled high with Profound-level Qi and Blood Crystals, Life Beads, and even the Meditation Flowers that Jiang Wei hadn't finished using.
There is currently no shortage of supplies.

But then, I remembered the new features that the map had just been unlocked.

Martial arts and magic combined!?
"Cough cough."

Fang Qingyu subconsciously cleared his throat.

Yan Shouzhen, with his keen eyesight, immediately noticed Fang Qingyu's subtle embarrassment.

A slightly amused smile crept onto his lips: "Oh? So you really have an idea? No problem, just say it."

Longyuan Pavilion is a large and powerful family, so they are not afraid of Fang Qingyu's small favor.

Fang Qingyu composed himself and raised his head: "I need martial arts techniques."

He paused for a moment, then added, "A large number of martial arts techniques!"

"A large number of martial arts techniques?"

Yan Shouzhen paused slightly in his teacup, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.

He didn't agree immediately, but slowly put down his teacup and looked at Fang Qingyu: "Do you know why the Federation, martial arts schools, and even the major powers of the Federation all have restrictions on the acquisition of martial arts techniques, requiring contributions to exchange for them, rather than providing them freely?"

Fang Qingyu pondered for a moment.

"Afraid of trying to do too much at once and ending up with something trivial, neglecting the essentials?"

“Exactly.” Yan Shouzhen nodded, speaking earnestly, “The way of martial arts is profound and extensive. Every advanced martial art requires a tremendous amount of time and energy to study, refine, and adapt to oneself. Many martial artists, especially the young and vigorous ones, often find the progress of Qi and Blood techniques and visualization techniques slow and tedious, so they subconsciously devote too much energy to the cultivation of martial arts techniques that seem to have immediate and powerful effects.”

"Little did they know that qi and blood are the source, and visualization is the root. If the foundation is not solid, no matter how exquisite the martial arts are, they are just castles in the air. They will eventually have their limits and may even backfire on oneself, cutting off one's path forward."

After speaking, the old man's gaze sharpened as he stared directly at Fang Qingyu: "So, are you sure that what you need is a 'large number' of martial arts techniques? Rather than mastering one or two top-tier martial arts techniques that suit you?"

Fang Qingyu met Yan Shouzhen's gaze without flinching.

He understood that Yan Shouzhen's concerns were well-intentioned, a piece of advice from a senior martial arts practitioner to a junior.

But my situation is completely different.

What Fang Qingyu needs are materials, databases, and the foundation for fusion and deduction.

In-depth research?

The diagram will automatically complete the most crucial deduction work for him.

"I am sure."

Fang Qingyu's voice was not loud, but it was unusually firm.

Yan Shouzhen stared at Fang Qingyu for a moment.

The confidence and certainty in the boy's eyes reminded him of the knife strike that Wei Banmeng and the others had described.

Finally, the old man slowly nodded.

"it is good."

Yan Shouzhen said no more and directly instructed Wei Banmeng beside him: "Banmeng, take Qingyu to the Martial Arts Pavilion later. Raise his access level to the highest level, and let him choose and read all the martial arts techniques for the martial artist stage in the pavilion."

"Yes, Master."

Wei Banmeng responded respectfully, a hint of surprise flashing in her cool eyes.

Highest privileges?
This is almost equivalent to the treatment of a core disciple.

Fang Qingyu was also slightly taken aback.

Unexpectedly, Yan Shouzhen was so straightforward, letting him choose whatever he wanted.

I originally thought that giving them a few courses would be quite good.

Fang Qingyu immediately stood up and bowed deeply to Yan Shouzhen: "Thank you, Pavilion Master Yan!"

"Go."

Yan Shouzhen smiled and waved his hand, then picked up his teacup again.

The three of them left Shoujing Pavilion, where Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan were already waiting at the door.

Wei Banmeng briefly recounted what had just happened inside.

Chu Kuanglan's eyes widened immediately, and he wanted to say in a muffled voice, "Fang Shen, why did you learn so many martial arts techniques?" But he swallowed the words back down.

He scratched his head, recalling the earth-shattering blow in the cave, and finally could only sigh, "Wow, Fang Shen is awesome!" Everything was understood without words.

Needless to say.

The group headed straight for the Martial Arts Pavilion of Longyuan Pavilion.

The Martial Arts Pavilion is located in a separate pavilion deep within the blessed land.

With the Pavilion Master's token in Wei Banmeng's possession and Fang Qingyu's newly acquired highest level of authority, the group entered without hindrance.

The interior space was much larger than it appeared from the outside. Rows of tall alloy bookshelves were neatly arranged, displaying tens of thousands of secret manuals and even some ancient animal skin scrolls, categorized by type.

The air was filled with a faint scent of ink and paper.

"All martial arts techniques are contained in this layer and the two layers below," Wei Banmeng explained.

"There are many kinds of weapons, including swords, spears, halberds, fists, feet, and palm strikes; various body techniques and martial arts; you can choose whatever you like, there is no time limit."

Fang Qingyu nodded, a gleam of excitement in his eyes.

This is the "treasure trove" he desperately needs right now!
However, Fang Qingyu did not rush to sweep through the area, but instead began to search in a targeted manner.

Since it's the martial artist stage, you can choose whatever you want.
The ancient methods are naturally included.

Therefore, Fang Qingyu specifically chose the ancient methods.

Soon, a fist technique and a sword technique caught his attention.

The Nine Prisons Mountain-Crushing Fist is said to have originated from a reclusive sect that has long since disappeared into the annals of history.

Its core essence lies in simulating the destructive power of the nine layers of hell, with the fist force layered upon layer, each layer more ferocious and domineering than the last. When practiced to its peak, the nine layers of fist force are combined into one, possessing the power to shatter mountains and split the earth.

However, because its cultivation requires extremely high levels of strength, strength, and blood, the subsequent cultivation methods are profound and obscure, and have almost been lost.

Seeing this, Fang Qingyu handed it to Jiang Wei for a look.

The little girl glanced at it and then nodded silently.

Fang Qingyu's reason for choosing boxing first was also very simple.

Currently, there are two movement techniques and four hard skills. The two have not yet been integrated, but that is enough for now.

Next, Fang Qingyu walked towards the area where swordsmanship was practiced.

The Dragon Sparrow Slash is currently his primary weapon. But who can stand having two layers of their inner energy drained away with a single strike?

I must learn one to use as a substitute until I make a breakthrough.

They quickly chose another target.

Yintingyuan is also a fragment of an ancient technique with a mysterious origin.

Its core essence lies in "drawing thunder into the abyss".

The sword strikes in harmony with the trajectory of lightning, its blade transforming into a fissure that absorbs thunderstorms. Anyone enveloped by the sword's aura is drawn into the lightning's pull, ultimately collapsing and falling into the lightning vortex along with the sword's light.

This method uses violent thunderous force to control the might of heaven, and the moves are like a calamity descending upon the world, but it puts a great strain on the physical body and requires extremely high levels of qi, blood and energy!

Without hesitation, Fang Qingyu pulled out the two old booklets and held them in his hands.

It feels quite heavy when you hold it.

"Have you chosen?"

Wei Banmeng's cold voice came through.

She glanced at the two incomplete books in Fang Qingyu's hands, a knowing look flashing across her eyes.

As expected, Fang Qingyu's goal was very clear: these ancient methods that are difficult for ordinary people to master.

"Yes, just these two books, one on fist techniques and one on sword techniques."

Fang Qingyu nodded.

"Okay, just register and you can take it with you. You can come back anytime to change or choose another one."

Wei Banmeng didn't ask any further questions.

The registration process was completed quickly.

The group walked out of the Martial Arts Pavilion, and outside was still the vibrant scene of a blessed land.

Fang Qingyu weighed the ancient book in his hand, intending to head straight to the training ground to study the two ancient techniques in their initial stages and continue refining his Bajiquan and Thunder Strike Cloud Trail techniques to a new level.

In addition, there are Qi and Blood Techniques, Visualization Techniques, other martial arts techniques, and even the Power of Holding a Candle.
There's so much to practice.
Fang Qingyu felt like a spinning top that needed to be kept spinning.

"Hey! Fang Shen!"

Chu Kuanglan's gruff voice rang out, and a large hand slammed heavily on Fang Qingyu's shoulder, "Just came out, and you've already got a new martial art, and you're already in such a hurry to practice? You're pushing yourself too hard!"

Lu Jiuyuan nodded in agreement, and unusually offered his advice: "Work and rest should be balanced. Now that you've returned from the abyss, it's time to relax a bit."

Fang Qingyu was taken aback and looked at them: "What do you mean?"

"Let's go eat!" Chu Kuanglan grinned, revealing his white teeth. "I know a really authentic old Beijing restaurant not far from the building. The food is really good! Let's go there together for a meal to calm our nerves and celebrate our successful trip, coming back unscathed!"

As he spoke, Chu Kuanglan winked at Jiang Wei, "Sister Jiang, there's something delicious to eat! Authentic Peking duck and crystal pork knuckle."

Jiang Wei was holding a lollipop, looking completely indifferent.

Upon hearing the words "roast duck" and "crystal pork knuckle," her big eyes blinked, and her little tongue unconsciously licked her lips. Although her face remained calm, a hint of excitement was clearly visible in her eyes.

Fang Qingyu chuckled upon seeing this and nodded in agreement.

"Okay, let's go try it."

"let's go!"

Chu Kuanglan cheered and led the way toward the elevator at the edge of the plain.

reality.

Shanghai

The elevator descended, passing once again through that spatial barrier-like undulation.

As the elevator doors opened on the first floor of the building, the hustle and bustle of the modern city and the light instantly flooded in.

Stepping out of the building's revolving doors, the evening breeze, carrying the warmth of early summer, caressed their faces, while the afterglow of the setting sun, like molten gold, gently bathed their shoulders.

The sky was a clear blue, dotted with wisps of clouds dyed golden red, a stark contrast to the eternally gloomy, violent, or deathly silent environment within the "Abyss."

"call--"

Chu Kuanglan took a deep breath of the air, which was filled with car exhaust and the smell of city smoke, and exclaimed exaggeratedly.

"This is the right place! A gentle breeze and bright sunshine—this is the place people should be!"

Lu Jiuyuan also relaxed his shoulders, a hint of barely perceptible ease appearing on his face.

Fang Qingyu looked up at the sky, which was cut off by tall buildings, and felt the warmth of the setting sun. He agreed wholeheartedly.

After struggling to survive in the abyss.

This ordinary urban scene seems so precious and peaceful.

The group got into a large SUV driven by Chu Kuanglan and drove into traffic.

Before long, we arrived near a hutong with a distinct old Beijing flavor.

Chu Kuanglan parked the car with practiced ease and led everyone into a restaurant with a sign that read "Jingwei Xuan". The restaurant was decorated in an antique style and was thriving.

The group booked an elegant private room on the second floor by the window.

Outside the window are the gray walls and black tiles of the alleyways and the neon lights of the distant city just coming on, creating a unique atmosphere.

Soon, there was roast duck, glistening with oil and a deep reddish-brown color; crystal-clear pork knuckle; crispy fried meatballs; tripe; and mustard greens.
The table was laden with authentic Beijing dishes, their aroma filling the air.

Jiang Wei's eyes brightened noticeably. Although she still tried to maintain a mature demeanor, she ate much faster with her chopsticks.

Chu Kuanglan poured himself a beer, and also filled Fang Qingyu's and Lu Jiuyuan's glasses, raising his glass: "Come on, the first glass, to celebrate our survival! Cheers!"

"Dry!"

The group clinked glasses, and the atmosphere immediately became lively.

After several rounds of drinks and several dishes, the conversation naturally turned to what they had seen and heard in the "abyss".

Chu Kuanglan stuffed a large piece of roast duck into his mouth and mumbled, "Fang Shen, we've made such a commotion at Youtan, it'll probably spread throughout the Hidden Dragon Project circle soon. But others haven't been quiet these past few days either. You know that 'Instantaneous Movement' Bai Hong, that kid who's incredibly fast, right?"

Lu Jiuyuan chimed in, his tone tinged with schadenfreude: "Yeah. I heard he was in the 'Wailing Rift,' trying to single-handedly snatch a wind-elemental essence, but he got surrounded by a small team from the Xuan Yin Society and a group of 'Rift Falcons' spirit beasts. Although he managed to escape thanks to his speed, he was reportedly struck by a palm and suffered serious internal injuries. He didn't even manage to snatch the essence, so he probably won't be able to enter the 'Abyss' for a while."

Wei Banmeng commented indifferently: "He is greedy for credit and reckless, overestimating his abilities."

Fang Qingyu simply nodded slightly upon hearing this.

The Hidden Dragon Project is inherently highly competitive, and injuries or even deaths are common occurrences, so Bai Hong's experience was not unexpected.

Lu Jiuyuan put down his chopsticks, his expression becoming somewhat solemn: "Speaking of major events, in the two days since we went in, something has happened again at the 'Sighing Barrier'."

"The Sighing Barrier?"

Fang Qingyu vaguely remembered the name; it seemed to refer to a very dangerous border region within the abyss.

"Hmm." Chu Kuanglan also put away his joking tone. "Deep within the fortress, there are reportedly signs of the 'River of Blood' flowing back again, and on a considerable scale. Yuexi Fort, a medium-sized Federation outpost stationed nearby, was mostly destroyed overnight, suffering heavy casualties, and even the Chosen Ones stationed there were seriously injured."

Wei Banmeng explained, "'Blood River Flow' is one of the most terrifying natural disasters in the abyss. It contains strong filth and corrosive power. Wherever it passes, ghosts run rampant and living beings suffer. Every time it appears, it means that there is a great change in the depths."

Fang Qingyu nodded slightly as he listened.

The chosen ones were all severely wounded, and their stronghold was destroyed.
The power of this "river of blood" is far more lethal than some of the extreme weather events we've seen.

Chu Kuanglan took a swig of beer, lowered his voice, and said in a mysterious tone, "There's something else, even more bizarre. The source isn't very reliable, so just take it as a joke. Someone said they discovered traces of ruins near the edge of an outer area close to the Wailing Wall!"

"remains?"

Fang Qingyu's heart skipped a beat; this word was very new to him.

Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan exchanged a glance, and Lu Jiuyuan slapped his forehead: "Oh right! I almost forgot that you, Fang Shen, are relatively new to 'Yuan' and might not be familiar with it."

Chu Kuanglan explained, "'The Abyss' appeared around the same time as the Destiny Ghosts descended. Over the years, the number of powerful figures who have died in 'The Abyss'—human apostles, martial saints, and even terrifying beings among the Destiny Ghosts—is simply countless!"

"The places where they fell sometimes leave behind their former strongholds, caves, and even the treasures and legacies they carried with them. These places are called 'ruins'!"

“However,” Lu Jiuyuan continued, his tone serious, “ruins generally only exist deep within the ‘Abyss’! The environment there is simply not a place for humans to live!”

"Twisted rules, terrifying turbulent currents, and ancient, ridiculously powerful spirits lurking within. Let alone us Xuanwu warriors, even Chosen Ones or Grandmasters would face a nine-out-of-ten chance of death if they went in!"

"So the news of discovering ruins on the outskirts is most likely false, or a misidentification of something. Even if it were true, it wouldn't be the outskirts' exploration teams' turn to get involved; the major powers deep inside would have already caught wind of it."

Fang Qingyu listened and nodded thoughtfully.

His gaze unconsciously shifted to Jiang Wei, who was intently devouring a piece of crystal pork knuckle, her mouth glistening with oil.

The little girl seemed completely oblivious to their conversation, her mind entirely focused on the food.

remains?

The things left behind by the powerful who died in the abyss.
These past few days I've been focusing on source material and cultivation.

I almost forgot, there's an encyclopedia sitting right next to me.

They didn't even properly ask her about 'Yuan'.

(End of this chapter)