How come the celestial technique I stole is so powerful?!-Chapter 222: Stealing the Unique Technique Dakongxuan

Chapter 222: Chapter 222: Stealing the Unique Technique Dakongxuan

This earth-shattering strike startled Blood Trace, who was in the middle of healing.

Blood Trace opened his eyes and saw the scene. He was slightly perturbed, almost disrupting his painstaking healing process that took all night.

Fortunately, his cultivation was profound enough to force himself out of the query "Is Lin Xiaosu a cultivation freak? Why can he master Dakongxuan so quickly?" and re-enter the healing state.

Lin Xiaosu also realized that if he caused such a commotion beside Blood Trace, it wouldn’t be called protecting a guardian; it would be called causing trouble.

Hence, he moved away five hundred meters.

The grassland was vast.

The grassland had a wide field of vision.

Even if he moved hundreds of meters away, he could still monitor Blood Trace’s state anytime. Moreover, Blood Trace’s healing was not a deep retreat, and usually, no one could approach...

Once he moved away, his Dakongxuan exerted its full power...

A blade of grass drilled into the grass, comparable to a lawn mower.

The blade of grass lifted its head from the grass and the miscellaneous trees on the grassland suffered, being shredded into pieces by this blade of grass.

The momentum grew stronger...

The power scaled step by step...

Reaching its peak, pushing towards a higher peak...

Time passed minute by minute, and Lin Xiaosu’s True Qi erupted as if it cost nothing, leaving no room for sparing, disregarding depletion, pushing Dakongxuan with all his might...

The true power of his Rejuvenation Secret Technique was demonstrated under such extreme exertion.

That is, his speed of recovering True Qi was extraordinarily fast.

With ordinary cultivation laws, such extreme exertion might exhaust True Qi in ten minutes, unable to sustain; but with his Blood Tower rotating slowly, True Qi emerged endlessly. Although he consumed quickly, True Qi generated swiftly, even with full exertion, he had only depletion without the feeling of True Qi exhaustion.

This made Lin Xiaosu both surprised and delighted.

What did this imply?

This implied that if he truly encountered formidable foes, he could outlast his opponent with endurance!

That matter stood aside, for now...the immediate matter implied he could push Dakongxuan to its limit with unparalleled pleasure!

Continue pushing!

An entire day and night!

Blood Trace remained in retreat, the grassland still had no one, Lin Xiaosu ate a few pieces of wolf meat from the space storage without disturbing Blood Trace, continued pushing.

Finally, on this night when the moon rose.

He achieved Nirvana in another sense.

His Dakongxuan momentum began to weaken!

From an ordinary person’s perspective, weakening momentum symbolized insufficient True Qi, but for him, it was the brilliance of Dakongxuan’s success.

Following this, each strike saw its momentum weaken by three points.

Three hours later, a blade of grass shot out from his hands, passed through the grassland before him like a mote of dust, without disturbing the grass.

This blade of grass pierced through a miscellaneous tree ahead.

With a light hiss, the miscellaneous tree turned to ashes.

Lin Xiaosu stared at his hand dazedly, as if looking at Yixiang’s lips like a little peacock...

Eternal Heaven, did you see this? Do you admit that this handsome guy is a genius?

The Great Sun Xiyou Temple’s protecting Divine Skills, this handsome guy unraveled overnight from top to bottom!

From now on, in the Great Thousand World, I walk unarmed.

A pebble, a leaf, a blade of grass are all my weapons for defeating enemies.

This...is somewhat powerful!

He felt this swelling sensation, and he could somewhat understand the White clothed King.

This kid...though he didn’t know who he was, presumably this kid, possessing such divine skills, entered the dusty world, must also be swelling; hence, he acted so rampant.

Lin Xiaosu raised his hand casually, a blade of grass silently shot out from his hand, fifty meters away, a rabbit’s head exploded in the grass.

Lin Xiaosu, with a light kick, appeared fifty meters away momentarily, picked up a fat rabbit, took it to the riverbank, with a side nail, gutted the rabbit, washed it in the river water, and when picked up again, it was clean rabbit meat.

He lit a campfire.

The rabbit roasted, emitting a savory aroma.

Sprinkle a bit of salt, apply a layer of sauce, the smell became even more irresistible.

Silently, Blood Trace appeared behind him.

Lin Xiaosu smiled lightly: "Recovered?"

Blood Trace nodded lightly: "I always recover quickly from injuries, but I suddenly realized, in this modern high martial era, I have no advantage at all!"

"In comparison to whom do you have no advantage?"

"In comparison to anyone!" Blood Trace said: "Genetic People recover from injuries through injections, a few genetic reagents, and they basically recover. Even for someone like you who isn’t a Genetic Person, your recovery speed far surpasses mine. This is one of your cards, isn’t it?"

"Blindly probing others’ cards could be impolite!" Lin Xiaosu extended his hand, splitting the rabbit meat in front of him in half, handing one portion to Blood Trace.

"Probing others’ cards might be impolite, but precisely understanding a comrade’s skill helps make the most accurate judgment on the battlefield, it is necessary!"

Lin Xiaosu said: "The mission, when does it start?"

"If you’re ready, tomorrow!"

"I’m ready!"

Blood Trace raised his hand, sending the rabbit meat to his mouth...

A big chunk of rabbit meat turned into food in his stomach, a flying car silently descended from the night, Blood Trace and Lin Xiaosu boarded the car.

Blood Trace operated, the car automatically drove.

He returned from the front seat to the back seat, Lin Xiaosu had already opened the rear tray, the kettle on the tray was boiling water, he held a small container of tea leaves, smelled it: "I find that you, Qianlong King, really don’t pay much attention to life quality. These tea leaves are definitely not from this year."

"It should...probably be from the year before last. Who cares about that? I don’t drink tea." Blood Trace responded.

"Damn! When I said you don’t pay much attention to life quality, I overestimated you. You don’t even have the word life quality in your eyes..." Lin Xiaosu raised his hand, directly dumped the tea leaves into the nearby trash bin, took out a small container of his own tea.

"A little reminder, we’re heading thousands of miles away! Life and death are uncertain, does drinking new tea or old tea make a difference? Drinking new tea, does the corpse smell better?"

"My god!" Lin Xiaosu leaned his head back: "Am I drinking new tea? This is savoring life! Yes, the road ahead is long, the outcome unknown, but because the outcome is unknown, should the current days be disregarded?"

"It seems we have significant differences, and our focus is never on the same channel." Blood Trace said: "I speak of prioritizing matters, you focus on whether life should have enjoyment...now let’s adjust our focus, let’s talk about something that suddenly arose."

"You start!" Lin Xiaosu said.

Blood Trace raised his gaze: "Actually, you started it..."

"What do you mean?"

Blood Trace said: "When you communicated with White Coats...perhaps assuming he is...when you communicated with him, you brought up a faction, how do you see this faction?" ƒгeewebnovёl_com

"Wuxiang Temple?"

"Yes!"

When Blood Trace heard this name, his heart stirred.

He felt this name was deliberately brought up by Lin Xiaosu.

The purpose was to see what factions still existed in Tibet, and how they stood...

He cleverly asked a counter-question, eliciting from White Coats the mention of Wuxiang Temple...

If this was verbal art, it was undoubtedly masterful.

If this was spy skills, it was undoubtedly exceptional.

If this was utilizing the White clothed King’s value to the utmost, it was undoubtedly effective, or an unexpected gain...

Anyhow, hearing this name, Blood Trace admired Lin Xiaosu to the extreme.

"And you? What do you think Wuxiang Temple’s role is?" Lin Xiaosu held up his teacup.

Blood Trace said: "I think it’s a force to be won over!"

"Why?"

Blood Trace began to analyze...

Wuxiang Temple and Da Ri Xiaoyao Temple are opposing factions.

Actually, this aligns with the common knowledge of the rivalry between Buddhist followers.

Da Ri Xiaoyao Temple is a Tibetan temple, Wuxiang Temple is Han Buddhist.

Both their audiences are Tibetan people.

Despite Buddhism’s peaceful nature, followers are its lifeblood.

Other things it might not contest, but it must contest followers.

Over time, these two temples standing on opposing sides isn’t strange.

Especially certified by the White clothed King?

Da Ri Xiaoyao Temple has already been slapped by Qianlong. The Kun Cang palace behind it (why must it be a palace? Because White Coats slipped up, saying the words "main palace") will be Qianlong’s potential enemy.

If following the basic principle of enemies’ enemies being friends, Qianlong should try contacting Wuxiang Temple. Using Wuxiang Temple as a breakthrough to open Kun Cang’s door would be greatly beneficial to the country, the people, and the overall situation.

Blood Trace analyzed extensively, becoming more excited the more he spoke.

But Lin Xiaosu gently shook his head: "I suggest you refrain from making hasty conclusions."

Blood Trace paused: "Why?"

"You once mentioned that White Coats is a wise man!"

"In other areas, he’s wise, but before his master..."

"How are you sure, when communicating with me, he was completely fooled?"

Blood Trace’s brows furrowed tightly...

"Suppose...suppose before the communication, he already knew Da Ri Xiaoyao Temple had fallen?"

Blood Trace’s face changed...

Knew Da Ri Xiaoyao Temple had fallen before the communication?

Is that possible?

It’s evidently possible!

If Da Ri Xiaoyao Temple had his loyal followers, at the moment the temple gates opened, he would know Da Ri Xiaoyao Temple was finished, a message sent could inform the White clothed King.

The timeline fits completely.

"If he knew, why did he take the call? He clearly knows, through this call, there’s a chance his location might be traced."

"He took the call, could Qianlong really lock onto him?"

"In the car, it’s hard to lock on!"

"In the car, hard to lock on, this might be his luck, but might also be...intentional!"

Blood Trace’s back broke out in cold sweat: "If intentional, what is his purpose?"

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