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Chapter 1137: Chapter 1164: Hook and Hang, No Change for 100 Million Years! (Part 1) Chapter 1137: Chapter 1164: Hook and Hang, No Change for 100 Million Years! (Part 1) Zhou Tong caught up with him.

Seeing the smug look on Zhou Tong’s face, Yang Zhen felt for the first time that someone could smile so contemptibly. If it weren’t for the fact that he couldn’t beat the old coot before him, Yang Zhen would have slapped him long ago.

“Keep away from me!” Yang Zhen said, waving his hand in disgust.

How could someone about to breakthrough to the Half-step Emperor Realm be so shameless and brazen?

What happened to the air of a noble sage?

Even without the demeanor of a sage, at the very least, shouldn’t he resemble a venerable practitioner?

Serious and not given to frivolous laughter, moving like the wind, sitting as still as an ancient bell–that was the comportment a true cultivator should possess.

Just look at the old coot before him, unimpressive and unkempt, with a smile plastered across his face, looking like a weasel paying New Year’s respects to a chicken. It made Yang Zhen feel a bit of dread.

“Kid, don’t be so distant. The reason this Nameless Blood Refining Technique caught my attention is precisely because it miraculously has eight pivot points that allow cultivation in various directions, but…”

At this point, Zhou Tong glanced at Yang Zhen. Seeing that Yang Zhen continued walking forward with an expressionless face, he reached out and tugged at the hem of Yang Zhen’s robe, only to let go with a mutter after realizing it was futile. “But I’ve already tried cultivating all eight of those pivot points, and I still can’t get the hang of it. It’s like… it’s like…”

Yang Zhen glanced at Zhou Tong and said, “It’s like whatever you do it’s wrong.”

“Exactly, that’s precisely it! No matter how I try, it always feels wrong. How did you manage to succeed?”

Given Zhou Tong’s strength and level, Yang Zhen had only absorbed the changes brought by the Heaven and Earth’s Blood Qi, yet Zhou Tong could already discern that Yang Zhen had indeed successfully cultivated it.

And the direction of Yang Zhen’s cultivation wasn’t any of the eight paths; that is to say, the Nameless Blood Refining Technique had a different cultivation direction besides just the eight known ones–at least there was the one that Yang Zhen had found.

Wouldn’t this mean that the Nameless Blood Refining Technique actually has nine different cultivation directions?

This was simply a miraculous Cultivation Method.

Even Zhou Tong, an ancient monster who had lived for who knows how long, had never heard of a Cultivation Method with so many paths.

All cultivation techniques in the world undergo a transformation after reaching a peak in their practice, and this is also true for body-refining paths.

Yet this Nameless Blood Refining Technique differs so greatly from traditional cultivation methods. If perfected, it would be an asset coveted by every major sect.

Imagine, the same Cultivation Method, adapted to teach according to each disciple’s unique Sacred Roots and talents, the paths diversifying accordingly. That would be the most suitable technique.

If utilized well, this Nameless Blood Refining Technique could save disciples decades or even centuries of detours.

These decades or centuries might not seem much in the scale of thousands of years of the cultivation world, but what about among one’s peers?

The more Zhou Tong thought about it, the more excited he became. If used to its full potential, having decades of advanced cultivation speed and time over one’s peers could yield what sort of advantage?

Wouldn’t it mean you could dangle them at your leisure, or grind them into the dust if you wished?

Seeing the fanciful expression on Zhou Tong’s face, Yang Zhen knew all too well what the old man was dreaming about. He grinned and said, “Old man, if this Nameless Blood Refining Technique could be perfected, it might fetch a pretty penny.”

Zhou Tong, interrupted from his reverie, shot him a glare and said, “What do you mean ‘might be valuable’? If word were to spread, every sect in the Great Desolation would likely fight tooth and nail for it.”

Yang Zhen smirked, blinking and replying, “That precious?”

Zhou Tong’s face was full of smugness as he said, “More than just precious, it’s extremely valuable… What are you thinking of doing?”

Yang Zhen chuckled mischievously and said to Zhou Tong, “In our village, there’s a saying, ‘Rare goods can be hoarded.’ Just imagine if I were to tear apart this Blood Refining Technique, sell it off in bits and pieces. Although it wouldn’t be as powerful as the complete cultivation method, I could still make a fortune, and then…”

“Stop, stop, stop! What do you mean ‘and then’… There’s no ‘and then!’” Zhou Tong exploded with anger, pointing at Yang Zhen and yelling, “You rascal, such a precious Cultivation Method, even I am tempted by it, and you actually want to sell it off, and to tear it apart and sell it like that?”

Yang Zhen nodded earnestly and replied, “Yeah, who would have thought that being a Rogue Practitioner would make one so poor!”

“This is preposterous, simply preposterous! How much do you want to sell it for? Sell it to me!” Zhou Tong insisted resolutely, clutching at the hem of Yang Zhen’s clothes as if he feared Yang Zhen would vanish in a whoosh.

Yang Zhen pondered for a moment and then said, “Let’s not rush this. You know, I know, and I’m not going anywhere, am I? Fulfill your promise to me first.”

“What promise?” Zhou Tong looked bewildered, obviously not having caught up with Yang Zhen’s bizarre train of thought.

The gap is too big!

Yang Zhen glared and said, “Well, look at you, Mr. Never-Lies Old Man, going back on your word at your age. Forget it, I never counted on you anyhow. This Blood Refining Technique, I might as well sell it off, let me think… Shaking Light Holy Land seems pretty wealthy.”

“Nonsense!”

Zhou Tong was taken aback, then, placing his hands on his hips, he said, “You foolish boy, when it comes to wealth, who can compare to my Sky Termination Gate?”

Oh, the old man finally said something useful. Sky Termination Gate is wealthy, huh?

In the midst of Yang Zhen’s daze, Zhou Tong eyed him sidelong and said, “Boy, empty talk is no proof. Tell me first, how did you do it? You managed to absorb the Heaven and Earth’s Blood Qi even within the divine punishment thunderclouds. The Nameless Blood Refining Technique doesn’t seem to be capable of that, right?”

Yang Zhen nodded and replied, “The Blood Refining Technique you gave me can’t do it. But, I tweaked it a little bit!”

“I knew it!” Zhou Tong’s eyes lit up and he leaned in close to Yang Zhen, asking with keen interest, “What did you tweak?”

Yang Zhen stretched out his hand.

“What for?” Zhou Tong asked, puzzled.

“Throw in a Martial Skill worthy of the Sao Saint first!” Yang Zhen glared.

This had been agreed upon. It was a willing deal between them, and Zhou Tong had also said that their relationship was purely transactional. Even if he wanted to take Zhou Tong as a mentor, the man might not even consider it.

Zhou Tong, upon hearing this, smiled sheepishly, then glared and offhandedly said, “What’s the big deal about a Martial Skill? I have plenty of them here. Give you one? If you can make something of it, I’ll take you as my master!”

Yang Zhen gaped in astonishment, staring at Zhou Tong with a dumbfounded expression and stammered, “Are you serious about what you said?”

Zhou Tong, seeing the bewildered expression on Yang Zhen’s face, laughed heartily like a chubby old man who had just won a game, and said proudly, “When Zhou Tong makes a promise, he keeps it, they call me ‘Promise-Keeping Old Man!’”

Yang Zhen held out his pinkie and said, “Then it’s a deal!”

“What’s this for?” Zhou Tong asked, staring at Yang Zhen’s pinkie with bewilderment.

“Pinky swear, the most vile oath in our village,” Yang Zhen said with a mischievous look in his eyes, questioning Zhou Tong, “Are you scared?”

“Scared of what, you little hammer!” Zhou Tong also extended his pinkie and hooked it with Yang Zhen’s.

“Pinky swear, hang yourself, not allowed to change for a billion years,” Yang Zhen muttered to himself.

Boom—-!

A clap of thunder out of the blue, Zhou Tong’s face was painted with astonishment, and he looked to the sky, visibly shocked and suspicious, feeling as though he had boarded a ship of fools.

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