Fantasy: I can equip everything

I boil!

Chen Chuang had to admit that he really didn't have great wisdom or perseverance.

This guy cut off his lifeline just to survive, what kind of "leak-free Zen skill" is that? You should just call it the Sunflower Manual.

He also thought that this so-called "leak-free Zen skill" was used to seal off one's vital energy and blood, preventing the ghost bride from absorbing it.

So you're saying that if you just remove the faucet, it won't leak anymore?

Chen Chuang still has the Nine Nether Rebirth Pill as a backup plan, so there's no rush to cut it off.

Seeing Chen Chuang throw away the Wulou Chan Gong in a flash, Abbot Fahong couldn't help but chuckle.

He bent down to pick up the manual and smiled, "Your reaction is quite charming."

"In the past, other people who came to Kuhua Temple had basically the same reaction."

Chen Chuang asked curiously, "Does anyone practice this martial art?"

Fa Hong nodded and said, "There are quite a few."

Chen Chuang couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

People will do anything to survive.

only...

"They were so determined to cultivate this technique, yet they still couldn't escape the curse?"

Chen Chuang was somewhat puzzled.

Fa Hong explained, "My benefactor, true perseverance and wisdom are not limited to the moment one swings the knife."

"To truly master the Wulou Chan Gong, one must not only have a corresponding awakening in the physical body, but also in the spirit and mind, and abandon all worldly concerns."

Chen Chuang had some respect for the founder of Kuhua Temple.

Not only physically, but also mentally, they have castrated themselves.

"Is it useful once you've mastered it?"

Although Chen Chuang did not want to follow in that person's footsteps, he couldn't help but be curious.

Fa Hong nodded and said, "It's useful!"

"According to the notes left by the patriarch, he first used the Turtle Breathing Technique to slow down the passage of time in his own body, thus extending the interval at which the ghost bride extracted his blood and qi from one day to five days."

"After he cultivated the Flawless Zen Technique to its peak, the curse of the Ghost Bride remained unchanged until his death."

Chen Chuang frowned immediately and picked up another martial arts manual.

[A usable cultivation technique has been discovered. Equip it?]

【Turtle Breathing Technique】

[Grade: Blue]

[Attribute Bonuses: Strength +10, Inner Breath +10, Agility +10, Maximum Health +500]

[Special Effect: Gain perfect Inner Strength cultivation, Strength +50, Defense +50, Agility +50, Inner Breath +5, Maximum Health +100, Health Regeneration Speed ​​+10. Upon reaching mastery, the practitioner can slow their heart rate and breathing to their limits, thus slowing the passage of time in the physical body. During this period, combat and strenuous exercise are prohibited, otherwise the slowed-down time will be multiplied and applied to the physical body.]

Equipment Requirements: Strength 50

Even the divine tortoise, though long-lived, has its end.

[Required item: One set of turtle shell shell.]

After reading the introduction to the Turtle Breathing Technique, Chen Chuang sighed, deeply impressed by the talent of Patriarch Kuhua.

It's amazing that it can slow down the passage of time in the physical body.

This is equivalent to changing the frequency of the Ghost Bride's daily draw to once every five days.

More importantly, this way, the curse on Patriarch Kuhua will only increase once every thirty days.

Extending the timeframe gives you more time to find solutions.

Unfortunately, this technique was still of little use to Chen Chuang.

Rather than merely lingering on, he hoped to fight his way out.

As for why the curse of the Ghost Bride did not change after practicing the Flawless Zen Technique, Chen Chuang had a guess.

The curse surrounding him has changed in a very regular pattern, from initial anticipation to gazing, and now to mere attention.

Clearly, the ghost bride would pay more attention to him every six days.

The withered flower patriarch had inflicted a wound on himself, both physically and mentally, which probably caused the ghost bride to lose interest.

They wouldn't even bother to glance at it, so naturally the curse wouldn't change.

That's a new idea.

Chen Chuang stroked his chin, seemingly lost in thought.

If he could find some equipable item to divert the Ghost Bride's attention, would that also prevent the curse from intensifying?

While pondering, Chen Chuang suddenly frowned and looked at Abbot Fa Hong, saying, "You just said that Patriarch Kuhua survived for over a hundred years under the curse by relying on three cultivation techniques. May I take a look at the last one?"

Fa Hong clasped his hands together and said with a wry smile, "Benefactor, if the cultivation technique were at my Kuhua Temple, we naturally wouldn't hold it back. However..."

"The cultivation technique was stolen?"

Chen Chuang immediately thought of this possibility.

Abbot Fahong shook his head and said, "It wouldn't be considered stealing."

"Forty years ago, the Kuhua Temple split into two groups. One group left the Kuhua Temple with that circulating divine skill and settled in Yongzhou City."

"The Flowing Divine Skill is the strongest skill created by the patriarch. It allows one to freely transform one's own Qi and blood and internal energy. The deeper one's cultivation, the more vigorous one's Qi and blood."

"Conversely, during battle, one can convert their own vital energy into internal energy, resulting in a powerful burst of power!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Chuang's eyes lit up.

A tortoise-like breathing style was definitely not in his nature.

He lacked the great perseverance and wisdom to cultivate the flawless Zen practice.

But this circulating divine skill sounds just right for him.

Ordinary martial artists, limited by their cultivation techniques, cannot control their internal energy limits and recovery speed.

But Chen Chuang was different.

As long as he has enough internal energy cultivation techniques at the internal strength level or above, his internal energy limit can be raised to an extremely high level.

At that time, with his inner energy converted into blood and qi, he might not need to rely on spiritual herbs to have enough blood and qi to consume.

"Abbot, may I ask which faction within Yongzhou City possesses this Circulating Divine Skill?"

Abbot Fahong said, "That branch of disciples, after leaving the mountain and returning to secular life, took the surname Zhao, and is now one of the five great families in Yongzhou City."

The Zhao family of Yongzhou City?

Isn't that exactly the dock that the Small Swords Society pays homage to?

Chen Chuang was stunned for a moment, then a smile immediately appeared on his lips.

Aristocratic families value their cultivation techniques more than their own lives and rarely pass them on to outsiders.

But Chen Chuang, as a member of the Small Knife Society, could be considered one of their own.

The difficulty of acquiring cultivation techniques is much lower compared to other aristocratic families.

Thinking of this, Chen Chuang clasped his hands in a fist and said to Abbot Fa Hong, "Thank you for your understanding, Abbot. I owe Kuhua Temple a favor. If you ever need anything in the future, you can send someone to find me. As long as it is within my power, I will do my best."

Abbot Fahong quickly waved his hand and said, "You flatter me, benefactor. You exorcised the evil spirit and saved everyone in my Kuhua Temple. We have not yet repaid your kindness, how could we possibly ask you to do anything for us?"

"Besides, even if you haven't done anything, we will still inform you of these things."

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. I hope you can find your own path and find a way to survive from that ghost bride."

"Amitabha."

Chen Chuang nodded and said, "Then I'll take my leave. I have other matters to attend to."

"Please take care, benefactor!"

Thinking about how to obtain the Flowing Divine Skill, Chen Chuang couldn't help but quicken his pace.

He returned to Yongzhou City in half the time it had taken before.

As dawn broke, Chen Chuang determined his direction and headed towards the inn that Sun Xiaodao had mentioned to him before.

As soon as he arrived at the inn, he saw Sun Xiaodao sitting on the steps with a worried look on his face.

And there was Yun Xuefeng, who was pale and severely depleted of qi and blood, standing to the side.