Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races-Chapter 47: Concealing Breath Technique Sells Like Hotcakes, Everyone Turns Into Old Liu, Painful Demon Body Popularized in All Legions

Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Concealing Breath Technique Sells Like Hotcakes, Everyone Turns Into Old Liu, Painful Demon Body Popularized in All Legions

"Hiss... What’s the use of this cultivation technique?"

"Conceals qi blood, adjusts display, and is only effective for the Lower Third Grades! Uh..."

"Fortunately... fortunately, it didn’t succeed... almost made a blunder..."

Among them, the admissions directors of twenty-three academies were secretly relieved, glad they didn’t succeed in specially recruiting Lin Ping’an.

Otherwise, it would really be hard to deal with.

At this moment, they all shot strange glances toward the admissions director of Great Xia Academy.

However, Su Changge remained calm, as if he hadn’t noticed.

"Useless? I don’t think so! At the very least, the Lower Third Grade Martial Artists can hide their strength during battles, catching those beasts off guard."

"Moreover, Lin Ping’an set the price at 1 merit point, which makes it very easy to popularize, and its cultivation difficulty is not high, only 2 stars. In my opinion, even Lower Third Grade Martial Artists should practice it."

Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly brightened up.

"Hahaha... I gotta say, you scholarly types are really sinister... How come I didn’t think of that!"

"Forgot... totally forgot this angle... it actually makes sense from this perspective!"

"Regret it now! Should’ve opened up the bidding more!"

"This kid’s a genius! Actually came up with such a bizarre cultivation technique."

"Once we go back, we have to promote this technique in the school, at least to increase the survival chance of those students at the Lower Third Grades."

"..."

The same cultivation technique, some snort in disdain, while others can naturally find its advantages.

Like the Civilization Master Association, the principal of First High School, and teachers, who’ve long not been on the battlefield, haven’t fought the Ten Thousand Races, naturally forgot about this point.

As for the other admissions directors, already Fourth and Fifth Grade Middle Tier Powerhouses, they wouldn’t ponder carefully about techniques that don’t work for them.

However, with a simple reminder, they naturally understood the mystery within.

On the other side, Su Changge picked up a wine glass, squinted his eyes, drinking while pondering other matters.

As a Sixth Grade Peak Martial Artist, when sensing Lin Ping’an before, there was an indescribable feeling that the other party seemed to be hiding something.

But no matter how he observed, he was just an ordinary First Grade Early Stage Martial Artist, unable to find anything strange.

Plus, knowing about the cultivation technique "Concealing Breath Technique" in advance, he already had a hypothesis in his heart at that time.

Lin Ping’an was very likely hiding his strength.

If he could hide qi blood from a Sixth Grade Martial Artist like himself, then that would really be interesting!

Another little sly one!

...

That night, while Lin Ping’an was cultivating in another hotel, the news started circulating on the reality network.

Various news about him spread as well.

The notoriety of the cultivation technique "Concealing Breath Technique" he created also gradually rose.

On the Celestial Dao Network, sales of the cultivation technique started to grow slowly.

Many Lower Third Grade Martial Artists curiously searched for it, and upon seeing it, immediately bought it.

After all, it only cost 1 merit point, can’t lose money, can’t be cheated.

A vast majority of Martial Artists were amazed after cultivation, leaving numerous comments of praise.

"This cultivation technique is awesome! It can actually hide qi blood! Definitely a must-have for playing dumb and beating the stronger."

"Hahaha... those beasts are doomed, see if I can’t trick them to death!"

"You group of Old Lius, count me in!"

"From now on, Lower Third Grades won’t easily fight among themselves, who knows how much the other side is hiding."

"..."

Of course, there were also some Martial Artists who started spraying insults.

"What a piece of trash? Wasting even 1 merit point! Damn it! Refund my merit point!"

"It can only hide qi blood, not the slightest use! Doesn’t add a bit to combat strength!"

"Hmph! Crappy technique! Just as rubbish as that ’Painful Demon Body’!"

"..."

However, the ones cursing were just a minority, and under their comments, countless other Martial Artists retaliated angrily.

"You idiot! You don’t understand the importance of this cultivation technique! What nonsense are you spouting?"

"Pfft! To spout such a brainless comment, you must be a Qi Blood Martial Artist! All blood, never been on a battlefield, never killed any of the Ten Thousand Races of Exotic Beasts!"

"Come out for offline PK! Let me see if I won’t beat you to death, coward!"

"..."

Meanwhile.

Students of First High School went home and also searched for and purchased the cultivation technique to practice.

In various class groups.

"Oh, I get it now! Finally understand why Teacher Li Xue has been so elusive these days, completely unreachable!"

"Damn! So that’s it! Got it! Finally got it!"

"Lin Ping’an, this guy is really sly! Won’t be able to sneak out of class anymore, can’t detect the teacher’s qi blood coming anymore!"

"Damn it! Really damn it!"

"..."

After learning the news, principals of other high schools in Celestial Yang City waved their hands.

Copy!

Keep copying!

Whatever First High School does, we do too. Whatever they have, we must have.

Don’t ask!

If you ask, just copy and paste!

"Concealing Breath Technique" must be bought and practiced by all, regardless of teachers or students.

Moreover, admissions directors of various academies also reported this matter and especially recommended students to buy and practice "Concealing Breath Technique."

After all, they are generally in the Lower Third Grades and often go to the battlefield Secret Realms for combat, considered the best users.

Besides, it only costs 1 merit point, practically a giveaway. If you don’t buy now and wait for the price to rise, you’ll suffer a huge loss later!

In no time, sales of the cultivation technique started skyrocketing, constantly climbing upward.

Additionally, after a dozen days of fermenting, another cultivation technique "Painful Demon Body" finally gained notoriety within major military corps.

Those powerhouses, upon seeing it, were immediately delighted, listing it as a must-practice for the troops.

The vast majority of ordinary soldiers were also of low aptitude, relying only on thermal weapons to barely fight the Lower Third Grades of the Ten Thousand Races.

Now, with such a miraculous cultivation technique emerging, it was simply the perfect match.

For those soldiers, enduring pain has never been a great cost, not having the strength to protect is true suffering.

In each Secret Realm Guardian City, various muffled cries of pain resounded.

"Hiss hiss... ahhhhh... it hurts it hurts..."

"So... so painful..."

"I can feel it... the speed of qi blood limit increase is so fast... hurts hurts..."

"Awooo... awooo... awooo... awooo..."

For a while, all kinds of exotic beasts outside the city heard the noise and stayed away in droves.

The sound was really too creepy!

The next day.

In Fandou Garden District, a group of reporters flooded in, gathering near Building 2, but couldn’t find any trace of Lin Ping’an.

So they had to settle for interviewing his neighbors.

"Hello sir, may I interview you about your views on Lin Ping’an?" 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"Who do you want to interview?"

"Lin Ping’an!"

"Lin what An?"

"Lin Ping’an!!"

"What Ping’an?"

"Lin Ping’an!!!"

"Lin what Ping’?"

"Please, have a rest, sir!"

"Eh! Alright!"

Another reporter approached an auntie in the neighborhood.

"Auntie, I’d like to interview your impression of Lin Ping’an."

"Lin Ping’an, this kid, I’ve liked him from a young age, great student, polite..."

Ten minutes passed.

"Besides, he has a big heart... pairs perfectly with my daughter..."

Half an hour passed.

"Speaking of my daughter, she’s also well-behaved and excellent..."

An hour later.

The reporter had been driven to despair by the auntie’s endless chatter, pulling the cameraman and bolting, not daring to look back once.

Fearing being held back again for a few hours of chat by the auntie.