The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 76 Heavenly One True Water Skill, the profound mysteries of true skill!

"It's so ugly!"

Hong Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, calmly observing Lei Meng's impotent rage. After Lei Meng had shouted for a while, Hong Yuan finally spoke:
"That's enough. You are a martial arts master, after all. If you lose, you have to accept it. Don't you understand such a simple principle?"

"Don't bark like a dog. You're not some beautiful young girl of eighteen or nineteen. Do you think I, Hong, would pity you? I'd only find it laughable!"

Lei Meng's roar faltered, his voice hoarse:

"Not bad, not bad! I, Lei Meng, have ended up like this because I am no match for you. You win. Now, kill me."

Hong Yuan shook his head:

“Killing you would be a waste, and I don’t want to torture you, so can you cooperate and tell me everything you know about ‘true skill’?”

Lei Meng struggled to sit up again, his pale face showing astonishment as he stared at the bloody holes in his eyes: "You really don't know about 'True Skill'?"

"That's none of your business!"

Hong Yuan said calmly, "Tell me, and I'll spare your life."

Lei Meng made a 'hoarse' sound from his throat, as if he were laughing strangely: "I've become like this, my hands and feet are broken, and I can no longer use my strength. Living is worse than death. Do you think I'm afraid of death?"

"It's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death. Besides, with the help of secret medicine and special strength, it's not impossible for your hands and feet to recover to about 70-80%."

Hong Yuan said, "Although you are very old, with the physique of a master of subtlety and the ability to control qi and blood, you may still live for another twenty or thirty years. Once you die, everything will be over. Are you really willing to give up this wonderful world?"

Lei Meng hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Can you tolerate me?"

"You underestimate me. I never take those who fall to my hand seriously." Hong Yuan sneered, "Do you think I'm afraid of you becoming a late bloomer?"

Hearing this, Lei Meng felt an indescribable mockery. He felt both ashamed and fortunate.

Then Hong Yuan continued speaking, his tone rather impatient, "Alright, that's enough! I, Hong Yuan, am a man of my word. If I said I wouldn't kill you, I won't!"

Qian Shanzhi, who had been bowing deeply, waved his hand. “I’ll give you the time it takes for an incense stick to burn to consider. If you still refuse to talk when I return, then you can stay and go to the coffin with me. With my abilities, I don’t believe that you alone can’t find anyone else who understands this so-called ‘true skill’!”

"Manager Qian, let's go!"

Qian Shanzhi respectfully agreed and turned to lead the way. Before he even stepped out of the stone chamber, he heard Lei Meng's deep voice: "No need to think about it anymore, I'll tell you."

After a while.

Inside the Caobang stronghold, in the room where Lei Meng used to live, Qian Shanzhi, under Lei Meng's command, opened a hidden compartment, took out a wooden box about a foot long, and carefully placed it on the table.

The box was quickly opened, revealing several books. Qian Shanzhi took them out one by one, saying, "These three are 'Dragon-Capturing Fist,' 'No-Return Hook,' and 'Layered Wave Force.' They are the secret martial arts and power techniques of our gang, which can only be taught to those who have reached the level of incense master, flag master, or head of the gang."

"However, apart from the head of the family, even the flag lord cannot pass on the entire position; he must make great contributions to the gang."

"Of the ten flag leaders in our gang, only Chen Jiulang has truly mastered all the internal strength techniques and martial arts."

Hong Yuan glanced at him: "So, you know all these martial arts?"

Qian Shanzhi said, "I am not very talented in martial arts, but I am good at business, which is why I have become the head of the family. However, I have memorized all three martial arts manuals and understand the hidden meanings in them. I can answer your questions, Master."

Hong Yuan nodded, seemingly satisfied with Qian Shanzhi's attitude.

I picked up all three books and flipped through them, focusing on the illustrations and descriptions. As for the secrets, I didn't understand the cryptic language, so it was like reading gibberish.

However, for Hong Yuan, this level of martial arts skill and strength was irrelevant whether he had a manual or not; he could simply practice a few times with a master from the Canal Gang and learn it. Of course, if Qian Shanzhi had answered directly, there would have been no need to waste time.

Hong Yuan's purpose wasn't this, and Qian Shanzhi knew it too. He took out the last book, looked at the faded characters on the page from years of frequent use, and read aloud, "Tianyi... Tianyi True Water Technique?!"

"My lord, I've never even heard of this skill, let alone seen it." As he spoke, his eyes turned to Lei Meng, who was slumped in a chair.

"Heh! You, Qian Laosi, are nothing but a mediocre fellow. How could you possibly be qualified to witness such divine skill?" Lei Meng sneered, followed by a long sigh.

"A long time ago, our ancestors in the Cao Gang accidentally obtained a fragment of the 'Heavenly One True Water Skill'. Two generations racked their brains and exhausted their energy to decipher most of the hidden meanings. Then, three more generations worked hard to extract the essence from the fragment, attempting to create a 'true skill' that belonged only to our Cao Gang!"

"It wasn't until my generation, a hundred or two hundred years later, that we finally managed to get the basic form of 'Die Lang Gong'. It's a pity, a lament! The efforts of several generations have ultimately benefited others, and even the foundation of the Canal Gang has been destroyed."

Lei Meng's tone was filled with sorrow.

Qian Shanzhi scoffed, "You make it sound so nice, but you're just hoarding it all. If you had shared such excellent martial arts skills earlier, with the many talented people in the Canal Gang, why would it have taken so long?"

"Enough with the nonsense!" Hong Yuan waved his hand, reached out and took the secret manual, flipping through it.

With his comprehension continuously increasing, Hong Yuan had long since reached the point of having a photographic memory. After a quick flip through the pages, he finished reading in no time.

This secret manual is divided into two parts. The first part contains a fragment of the "Heavenly One True Water Skill," with many small annotations, which should be the annotations and decipherings of the Cao Gang's predecessors.

The second half is the 'Die Lang Gong'.

Compared to the previous fragment of "Tianyi Zhenshui Gong", "Dielang Gong" is even more obscure and difficult to understand. It is not that it has surpassed its predecessor, but rather that it has incorporated various cryptic terms.

Hong Yuan was speechless. He now genuinely envied the villains in those martial arts movies and TV dramas, who could pick up any manual and start practicing without any obstacles.

He flipped back to the beginning and began to read it carefully. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow: "True skill... No wonder it's called 'gender change,' I see!"

Lei Meng's voice was hoarse: "Are you surprised? Hehe! When I first learned about the true skill, I was equally astonished. Ordinary martial artists, even those who have reached the level of a master of subtlety, can only manipulate the changes in force. But the true skill can penetrate force into the internal organs."

“This ‘Layered Waves Technique’ can refine energy to the kidneys. The most amazing thing is that after the energy penetrates the kidneys, it undergoes a transformation, and not only is its power enhanced, but its quality is also elevated. It also possesses the flexibility, versatility, and coldness of water!”

"This transformed power transcends mere physical strength. Ordinary people, unaware of its mysteries, regard it as 'immortal arts' or 'supernatural powers,' but true masters call it 'true power' or 'extraordinary power'!"

Hong Yuan tapped his fingers on the table, making a soft, rhythmic sound. In a flash, he understood everything perfectly.

True skill is nothing more than tempering muscles and bones, honing strength, enhancing one's own qi and blood, and then controlling qi and blood to condense it into a solid force.

The three levels of internal strength, even the subtle ones, are all just carvings on the power of force.

True skill, on the other hand, involves further exploring the body's potential and infusing power into the internal organs...

It doesn't necessarily have to be the internal organs; it can also be inside the eyes, nose, brain, ears—basically, any organ that the human body should have.

The force penetrates into the human body's organs and, after a transformation, is endowed with various attributes, which is the so-called 'sexual transformation'.

Changes in properties.

It's roughly equivalent to a martial artist who has just entered the realm of internal strength still practicing skills like Shadowless Kick and Vajra Leg, but whose true skill has already reached the level of Flaming Blade, Xuanming Divine Palm, and Frost True Qi.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is no different from immortal magic.

"The mystery of true power, or supernatural power, is not limited to this. Why do we say that physical strength is no match for true skill? Because once true power is released, at close range, it can even affect the blood and qi of a martial artist who has entered the realm of true skill, causing the opponent's blood and qi to go out of control and making them difficult to control."

(End of this chapter)