Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 270 - 38 Techniques

Chapter 270: Chapter 38 Techniques

After finishing today’s cultivation, Lin Yuan headed once again to the Changmei Mansion.

After this matter, he still needed to go to the Black Dragon Pool, especially since with the arrival of spring, both big and small affairs at the Black Dragon Pool required his decision-making.

As the carriage came to a stop, Lin Yuan stepped into the Changmei Mansion.

At this time, the frame of the outermost meeting hall in the mansion had been completed, and many craftsmen were diligently hammering away, constructing the storage house.

Seeing this, a smile appeared on Lin Yuan’s face.

This was funded by the Zheguang lineage, which may be trivial in terms of resources for those at their level, but face was obviously more important than mere money.

Shaking his head, he stopped paying attention to the construction of the grand hall and casually strolled into the garden.

At this moment, the Long-brow Taoist was slowly cultivating in a section of the garden.

His legs were intertwined and crouched, his arms stretched out long, vibrating at an extremely high frequency, much like a bird energetically flapping its wings, eager to take flight.

As his arms vibrated, invisible waves of elemental energy continuously spread out in all directions, much like a violent storm of Level 6 or 7, blowing incessantly around, even causing tree trunks as thick as arms to sway, as if they were about to be uprooted.

Led by Steward Xue, Lin Yuan stood far at the garden’s entrance, carefully observing every movement of the Long-brow Taoist.

But after watching for a long while, he felt as though he was being intently observed by a bird deity standing three stories tall.

His soul inexplicably experienced a sharp pain. Lin Yuan suddenly closed his eyes, not daring to look further, withdrawing even his soul back into his Dantian.

After some time, the sharp pain finally dissipated, and only then did Lin Yuan dare to reopen his eyes.

"The Ling Yuan state is truly terrifying. Just now, the master was just practicing a wave; it wasn’t even targeted. If I had continued watching, I would have gone blind, not to mention the potential collapse of my soul."

Lin Yuan took a deep breath, once again realizing the gap between himself and the Ling Yuan state. After all, he had only condensed sixteen orifices and was far from condensing the path of Ling Yuan.

Another half a stick of incense later, the Long-brow Taoist slowly finished his practice.

Earlier, he had felt Lin Yuan watching nearby but did not stop him. Lin Yuan being able to endure for nearly thirty breaths was beyond his expectations; his foundation was indeed higher than he had imagined.

"Lin Yuan, have you come to bid farewell as you prepare to return to the Black Dragon Pool?" The Long-brow Taoist vaguely understood Lin Yuan’s intention and asked.

"Disciple is here to bid farewell to Master." Lin Yuan nodded, responding respectfully.

"Mm, since you’ve just taken charge of the Black Dragon Pool, you shouldn’t be away for too long. Well then, I have no other instructions for you on your way." The Long-brow Taoist sipped a cup of hot tea and said slowly, "Your way of handling things is extremely steady, which puts this master at ease."

"But upon your departure, you must be cautious of demonic sect forces. News from the higher-ups is that the situation between the three great demonic sects and the Fire Crow Sect is becoming increasingly tense. It seems a conflict will entirely erupt within the next two or three months."

"Consider the matter of the guard unit as well. If you haven’t joined anything in the end, I’ll arrange it for you."

The Long-brow Taoist smilingly said.

"Disciple thanks Master."

Hearing this, Lin Yuan was slightly taken aback, then left with a cupped-hand salute.

After leaving the Long-brow Taoist’s mansion, Lin Yuan once again took a carriage to the martial arts academy’s Transmission Hall.

At this time, his badge had been upgraded to one within the top hundred, allowing him to claim two martial skills in the Transmission Hall.

Cultivation Techniques were managed by each lineage’s leader, while skills were managed by the Transmission Hall.

Disciples ranked in the top hundred were free to study them.

Recently, throughout several battles, Lin Yuan felt his methods against opponents lacked a certain sharpness, relying entirely on his cultivation level and accumulation to overwhelm them.

Just with He Run alone, that Starfall Cocoon Prison constructed from Sword Qi utilized the true elemental energy within his body to the utmost.

He could almost utilize 120% of his strength. If he hadn’t relied on the Light Leaving State and the comprehension of the second level of martial intent, he certainly wouldn’t have been able to defeat He Run, even if his true elemental energy was slightly superior.

As the carriage rode on, about an hour later, he arrived once again at the gates of the Transmission Hall.

At a glance, the so-called Transmission Hall was actually an extremely large mountain peak, extending upwards continuously.

The middle was teeming with countless figures, resembling ants moving house, in an endless stream.

And at the mountain’s base, countless disciples came and went.

A rather inconspicuous carriage came to a gradual halt at the base of the mountain but attracted the attention of numerous disciples. At the Transmission Hall’s base, only disciples who had reached the Aperture Meridian state had the privilege of using a carriage.

As he lifted the curtain, Lin Yuan scanned the surroundings.

Seeing numerous disciples looking towards him, casting gazes of reverence.

Entering the Aperture Meridian state was relatively rare even within the martial arts academy.

Lin Yuan’s eyes swept over; the cultivation levels of these disciples varied. Most were at the Qi-Blood stage, with a minority in the Condensing Yuan stage. Among them, there were even younger ones who hadn’t entered the Condensing Yuan stage, but at the academy, these youths had a much higher starting point than Lin Yuan.

In some sense, even in Yanghua Town, the vast majority of people could not compare to these youths.

Lin Yuan shook his head, not paying them any heed, and walked towards the mountain.

After he left, everyone began to sigh.

"This junior uncle—who knows from which lineage he’s an expert. He looks so ordinary, yet somehow feels more formidable than our master with ten orifices." Seeing Lin Yuan’s youthful face, many disciples couldn’t help stopping and marveling.

"Heh, your master only has ten orifices." A disciple in the late Condensing Yuan stage scoffed: "Do you know who this is? This is Junior Uncle Lin Yuan, the genius who joined the academy this year."

"You know of Junior Uncle He Run in the top hundred, right? He was defeated by this Junior Uncle, and they say Lin Yuan is only about twenty."

"Your master, in front of this Junior Uncle, wouldn’t be a match even among ten."

For a moment, everyone’s gaze towards Lin Yuan was filled with even more reverence.

Lin Yuan was completely unaware of the discussions behind him as he headed upwards, directly towards the peak of the mountain.

Disciples in the top hundred could choose two skills from the largest hall at the peak.

Lin Yuan continued ascending, and as he climbed, the crowd became sparser.

Until the summit, where he was essentially alone.

Before the hall’s door, an old man with white hair and beard was lazily lying in the hall entrance’s plaza, basking in the sun.

Evidently, one who could guard the topmost level of the Transmission Hall must be a Ling Yuan state expert at the level of the Long-brow Taoist.

He greeted respectfully and announced his purpose.

Upon receiving Lin Yuan’s badge, the old man raised two fingers towards him: "Lin Yuan, you may select two skills, go ahead."

Lin Yuan nodded slightly and proceeded inside the hall.

The great hall was extremely spacious, but it held only three simple rows of bookshelves.

Each shelf of books was bound by a mysterious array. The outside had a simple introduction.

Lin Yuan examined each one.

"Folding Fan Saber, this saber technique follows the heart’s will, the will follows the Qi’s movement. Even a soft paper fan can instantly become as hard as iron. This saber emphasizes flexibility and change, making it difficult for opponents to discern reality."

Lin Yuan casually read the introduction, then shook his head.

This cultivation technique was too flexible and not his preferred combat style.

Lin Yuan’s gaze drifted over another technique, the Tiger Claw Castration Hand.

"Though this technique uses a tiger form, it lacks a tiger body. It focuses on the sinister method of castration, targeting the lower body vitals. It’s somewhat despicable and not an honorable approach for a man to cultivate."

Lin Yuan set down the introduction, turned to other techniques.

Black Evil Spirit Finger, Taishan Eighteen Bends, Taiqing Qi Adjusting Sword, Jade Leaking Silver Sword.

Book by book, Lin Yuan found no technique that evoked a sudden realization.

As he turned past the first bookshelf, someone came into view.

With a fair face, red lips, and notably handsome features, the person wore a blue and white long robe with a sheathed brilliant sword. Standing there, he exuded an elegant and otherworldly presence.

At that moment, he was meticulously studying a book, and upon feeling Lin Yuan’s gaze, looked up.

"I don’t know who he is, but he has an uncommon aura."

After a glance, Lin Yuan ignored him.

And the youthful man, upon seeing Lin Yuan apparently not recognizing him, had a peculiar gleam in his eyes: "This must be that recently renowned Lin Yuan."

After a brief thought, he shook his head, dismissing it. After all, as a disciple ranked fourth in the academy, he and a newcomer like Lin Yuan were not on the same level. There was no need to invest too much attention, even though they were from the same lineage.

If any other disciples were present, they would immediately recognize him as Ji Yuanbai, a flagship figure of the Cloud Hidden lineage.