'As expected, this good-for-nothing waste. I thought waking up early every day meant he was serious about cultivation, but he's just reading
'As expected, this good-for-nothing waste. I thought waking up early every day meant he was serious about cultivation, but he's just reading trashy novels.'
With that thought, Tang San ignored Wu Tong entirely. Since Wu Tong wasn't bothering him, he sat cross-legged on the ground, circulating his spirit power as he waited for the sunrise.
What Tang San didn't notice, however, was that Wu Tong's attention had never been on the book in his hands. The moment Tang San began channeling his spirit power—
Wu Tong's own energy stirred. The lines between his eyebrows glowed faintly.
Mind's Eye·Insight.
Mind's Eye·Perspective.
With these two abilities activated, the circulation path of Tang San's ocular spirit power was laid bare before Wu Tong once more.
Purple Demon Pupil—get.
Since cultivating the Purple Demon Pupil required absolute focus—a single misstep could damage the eyes under the sun's rays—Tang San remained oblivious to the surveillance.
A while later, Tang San opened his eyes, his practice complete. Seeing Wu Tong still engrossed in Douluo Heroes, his disdain deepened. Without so much as a glance, he left the rooftop.
Wu Tong couldn't care less about Tang San's contempt. I've already stolen the treasure he guards so fiercely. Let him look down on me—it's not like I'll lose flesh over it.
Tang San's Monologue
My name is Tang San.
A transmigrator, hailing from a martial world. Once an orphan adopted by a sect, I now have a father—though his attitude toward me is cold. I don't mind. I can tell he's been broken by sorrow, and that's why he's so desolate.
This new world is strange, filled with spirits, spirit beasts, and spirit rings. But the Xuantian Treasure Record can still be cultivated here. I'm certain it will propel me to the pinnacle of Douluo Continent.
When that day comes, I won't spare a single one of those who reduced my father to this state.
As expected, I'm a genius. My teacher says my twin spirits and innate full spirit power guarantee I'll become a Titled Douluo.
Everything was going smoothly—until recently. Something feels off. It's as if I'm being watched, no matter where I go. A hidden gaze follows me…
Wu Tong's Triumph
From outside the blacksmith shop, Wu Tong observed Tang San's paranoia with amusement, mentally narrating his thoughts. (≧ω≦)
Noticing Tang San's suspicious glances, Wu Tong didn't linger. Instead, he focused on the fifth technique now etched into his mind.
Hand Arts·Jade Hands—get.
Over the past few days, Wu Tong had tailed Tang San relentlessly. During Tang San's sparring sessions with Xiao Wu, he'd blended into the crowd of observing students, acquiring:
Phantom Steps
Dragon-Capturing Hands
At the blacksmith shop, witnessing Tang San wield the Jade Hands and Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique, he'd secured those as well.
And just like that, Wu Tong had silently copied every technique from the Xuantian Treasure Record—except for the Hidden Weapons Compendium. Even Tang Hao's hammer techniques hadn't escaped his grasp.
As for the Hidden Weapons Compendium? Wu Tong couldn't care less. Whether thrown or mechanical, their power paled compared to firearms. Besides, in a world where true strength lay in one's own cultivation, wasting time on gadgets was pointless.
"Now that I've taken everything useful from Tang San, it's time to make these techniques my own."
With no further interest in Tang San, Wu Tong turned and left the blacksmith shop.
The Modification Begins
Back in his dorm, Wu Tong lay on his bed, reviewing the five techniques imprinted in his mind.
The Xuantian Gong's energy pathways—every meridian, every acupoint, every critical node—unfolded before him with crystalline clarity.
"Guanyuan, Zhongji, Qugu, Yinjiao, Shenque, Tianmen…"
The human body had 365 acupoints along the twelve primary meridians, plus 355 along the eight extraordinary vessels—totaling 720, matching the dual cycles of Yin and Yang, each nurturing the other.
The Xuantian Gong utilized 670 of these, threading through the eight extraordinary vessels, the Ren and Du channels…
"This is absurdly complicated!"
Wu Tong nearly wept at the labyrinthine diagram. But he quickly steeled himself.
"No use complaining. First, let's see how my body compares."
(Body: Tong-ge… stooop~) (〃∀〃)
First Spirit Skill·Mental Detection.
Activating his spirit ring, Wu Tong unleashed a surge of mental energy, scanning his own body with precision. Soon, every meridian, acupoint, organ, and even hidden injuries from absorbing the Mind's Eye spirit bone were laid bare.
"What the—? Why do I have so many internal injuries?!"
Realization struck. These were remnants of the strain from assimilating the Golden Fox's spirit ring and bone. Outwardly healed, but internally…
"Guess I'll need to recuperate properly."
With a sigh, he used his Absolute Memory to record his body's exact blueprint. Then, comparing it to Tang San's, he noted countless discrepancies.
"No two bodies are alike. What works for him might cripple me."
"To mimic is to stagnate. To surpass, I must adapt."
Resolute, Wu Tong activated his spirit again. That familiar sensation—like his brain had gained a supercomputer—returned. Drawing from past knowledge, medical texts, Daoist scriptures, and even wild online theories, he began reconstructing the Xuantian Gong.
"The spirit power stagnates at Xuanyang Acupoint… Let's reroute it through Xuanguan."
"The Kunqu junction is problematic too. Redirect through Shenquan."
"The sequence of the twelve meridians is off. It should be…"
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