Fellow Daoist, I gladly accept this heaven-defying opportunity.

"Even the worst purple-grade opportunities are earth-grade treasures or cultivation techniques. Last time I got the 'Purple Gold True Qi,' what good stuff will I get this time?"

Xu Mofeng suppressed his anticipation and asked, "What's your name? What's the rush to do?"

"I am Chen Xuan, a servant in the Prison Chain Ridge. Just now, the guards sent word that a prisoner has died in the Earth-level cell, and they want me to go and collect the body as soon as possible."

The servant bowed his head and answered honestly.

Xu Mofeng nodded, his tone calm yet authoritative: "You go back first, I'll go check it out, and come back after I give you my instructions."

"this……"

Chen Xuan looked troubled, and the guard beside him immediately glared at him and shouted, "Didn't you hear what the master said? Get out of here now!"

"Yes, yes, I'll be right there!"

Chen Xuan shrank back in fright and hurriedly slipped away.

After dismissing Chen Xuan, Xu Mofeng found another excuse to send away the guards around him, and then followed the purple line of opportunity extending from Chen Xuan's body, heading straight into the depths of Prison Chain Ridge.

The end of the line of fate was indeed in the Earth-level prison area.

This was Xu Mofeng's first time in the Earth-rank prison area. There were far fewer cells here than in the Human-rank and Profound-rank prisons, but each cell was made of refined black iron and steel, and the walls were engraved with arrays and restrictions that suppressed cultivation levels, making them unbreakable.

And the purple thread of fate that was drawing him was drifting out from the deepest cell.

Xu Mofeng strode over and saw that the cell door was wide open, and a figure was lying stiffly on the ground.

It was a withered, hunched old man, so thin he was just skin and bones, with wide-open eyes and a ferocious face. He had been dead for some time.

It's clear that someone checked the body beforehand and only notified the servants to collect it after confirming the death.

The purple line of fate ultimately landed on the old man's mouth.

Xu Mofeng squatted down and used the hilt of his sword to pry open the old man's tightly clenched teeth. After a careful examination, his eyes lit up.

The old man had a crumpled rag in his mouth, with words faintly visible on it.

Found it! This is the opportunity he's been waiting for!

Xu Mofeng carefully took out the strip of cloth and unfolded it. He saw that it was covered with tiny characters written in blood. The first few words made his heart tremble.

"Secret Technique: Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Style"

It's actually a secret technique!

Although the secret technique belongs to the category of martial arts, its value far exceeds that of ordinary techniques.

There are many kinds of secret techniques, with all sorts of strange effects. Some can change one's appearance, some can conceal one's aura, and some can make one's combat power increase several times in a short period of time. Previously in the Frost Realm, Yue Xinqun of the Snow Moon Sect almost fooled his search by relying on the secret technique of concealing his aura.

As the name suggests, the "Heavenly Sword Drawing Style" is a genuine offensive and killing technique.

Xu Mofeng stared intently as he looked down, his eyes growing brighter with each glance. He sighed inwardly, "Truly a genius idea!"

The core of this secret technique is to accumulate all the power of a martial artist's qi, spirit, and flesh into a single strike, and then unleash it instantly.

Qi is the internal energy, Shen is the spirit and martial arts intent, and Rou is the strength of the body's muscles and bones. When the three are combined, a single slash is delivered with all one's might, and its power is unimaginable.

According to the cloth strip, as long as one masters this secret technique, one can instantly unleash power ten or even dozens of times greater than that of an ordinary martial artist, making one strike equivalent to a hundred strikes from another.

With this secret technique, a Qi Refining Realm cultivator can kill a Foundation Establishment cultivator, a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator can kill a Golden Core cultivator, a Golden Core Realm cultivator can slaughter a Profound Core cultivator, and even a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator can put up a fight. The upper limit of its power depends entirely on the practitioner's own Qi, spirit, and physical foundation; the more solid the foundation, the more terrifying the power that will be unleashed.

"The key to this secret technique lies entirely in the word 'accumulation.' The longer you accumulate, the more earth-shattering your strike will be. When you do strike, it will be earth-shattering, with a strange and ruthless blade, taking risks and unconventional approaches."

Xu Mofeng thought to himself, "Although there is a brief period of weakness after each sword strike, this cost is nothing compared to the power."

At the very end of the strip of cloth, there was a line of crooked, blood-red characters: "If I had created this secret sword technique fifty years earlier, I would have slaughtered the entire Biyou Sect!"

The grotesque handwriting was filled with the old man's resentment and overwhelming hatred as he lay dying.

He endured fifty years of darkness in the Prison Chain Ridge to hone this secret technique, which he kept tightly in his mouth until his death. He never dreamed that it would ultimately benefit Xu Mofeng, a disciple of the Biyou Sect. It was truly a great irony.

The purple line of opportunity floated silently before his eyes. Xu Mofeng's lips curled up slightly. He knew perfectly well that this sword-drawing technique not only had no hidden dangers, but was also a genuine Earth-rank martial art.

If it weren't for the intervention of the system, this sword technique, which is at least of the Earth Rank, would have ended up in the hands of the servant Chen Xuan.

Given time, the Biyou Sect might actually be able to stage a classic drama of a lowly disciple rising against all odds and eventually becoming a genius in the art of swordsmanship.

After all, the old prisoner's corpse was filthy and smelly. Apart from Chen Xuan, the handyman who was responsible for collecting corpses and delivering food every day, who would be willing to go near it?

Anyone else would be trying to avoid it.

Unfortunately, Xu Mofeng's visit caused Chen Xuan's "Legend of the Protagonist" to wrap up filming ahead of schedule, without even a wrap party.

After memorizing the mental techniques, he casually crushed the strip of cloth into powder, and a crisp and pleasant system notification sound immediately rang in his mind.

[Congratulations, host, on successfully converting your destiny! You have received the following reward: 100x Enlightenment Pill (3 days) x1]

Upon his return to the Purple Rank opportunity, the system directly granted him a Spirit Body Advancement Pill, forcefully elevating his formidable Spirit Body from the initial to the intermediate level, significantly strengthening his martial arts foundation.

This time, they gave him a three-day-lasting 100x comprehension pill, which is equivalent to giving him a full three-day "super genius cheat".

This means that in the next three days, his comprehension will be elevated to an almost monstrous level. What others would take half a year to master, he might be able to digest and understand in a single day.

"The 'drawing sword technique' is a secret method that emphasizes a single, fatal blow. It's fine to keep it as a trump card, but you can't always draw your sword and risk your life in everyday combat. I'm still missing a sword technique that I can use regularly."

Xu Mofeng pondered to himself, "The sword techniques found on the prisoners of Yulian Ridge are either too sinister or too wicked. They might even contain hidden psychological problems. To rashly practice them would be like planting a time bomb for myself."

His gaze fell back on the Hundredfold Enlightenment Pill in his hand, and a bold and outrageous idea suddenly popped into his mind.

"I still have a 50x comprehension pill with a one-day effect. In total, it will last four days, increasing my comprehension from 50x to 100x. Since I can't practice the existing sword techniques, then… why not create my own?"

Once the idea of ​​creating his own sword technique popped into his head, a burning fire ignited in Xu Mofeng's eyes, and his ambition was almost overflowing.

"That old prisoner, holed up in his dark cell, could still create a secret technique like the Draw Sword Style. Why can't I? I have the power of the elixir of enlightenment, and I have dozens of human-rank and profound-rank sword techniques as reference material. My conditions are more than a hundred times better than his."

"Besides, I'm still young. Even if I only develop a basic sword technique first, I'll have plenty of time to refine and perfect it later. With such favorable conditions, what don't I have to dare to do?"

"Today, I establish the foundation of my martial arts!"

Taking a deep breath, Xu Mofeng made up his mind.

Of course, before creating his own sword technique, he had to take care of the minor details first. He turned and left the cell, ordering his men to call Chen Xuan back to collect the body.

"You can take the body now."

"Yes."

Chen Xuan, the handyman, walked toward the earth-level prison cell with doubts in his heart, still wondering why this new young master was personally examining the corpses. Fortunately, the task of collecting the corpses still fell to him in the end, and he couldn't let the opportunity slip away.

Upon entering the cell, Chen Xuan looked at the old prisoner lying stiffly on the ground, his eyes wide open in death. He silently murmured, "Don't blame me," and carried the corpse out.

The prisoners who died at Prison Chain Ridge were, as was customary, disposed of by throwing them off the cliff behind the peak, and this old man was no exception.

But just before throwing him down, Chen Xuan couldn't resist and carefully touched the old man all over.

From initial high expectations to the final disappointment, all that remained was utter despair.

"Damn it!"

Chen Xuan kicked the corpse hard, his face full of resentment: "You old bastard! I treated you better than my own father, serving you tea and food as if I were a second too late! You promised to teach me the sword stance first, and then pass on the entire inner workings of the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique after you died, even forcing me to swear a poisonous oath that I would slaughter the entire Biyou Sect once I achieved mastery!"

"So you've been playing me for a fool all along, haven't you? You untrustworthy old man, you deserve to die!"

He kicked the body more than a dozen times in a fit of rage, spat several times, and then threw it off the cliff while cursing.

The two had agreed that the old man would pass on his mantle to him, and he would avenge the old man.

In the end, all the other party taught him were a few fancy opening moves, but not a single word about the inner workings of the sword-drawing technique.

Having only basic moves without a core technique is less useful than a farmer's farming skills at the village entrance; at least that farmer can chop wood.

Chen Xuan's dream of a martial arts comeback was shattered. The thought that he might have to be a handyman in Prison Chain Ridge for the rest of his life deepened his resentment towards the old man.

He would never know until his death that the old man hadn't actually lied to him. It's just that the opportunity that should have been his had been intercepted by Xu Mofeng halfway through, leaving him with nothing.

……