Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 663: Learning Fist Techniques

Bulletin from Chunjiang City Yamen:

Recently, the victim, who goes by Kong (female), was attacked by an assassin. Three courageous cultivators intervened to stand up for justice and seized the assassin, preventing a malicious assault. Kong is unharmed.

According to investigations, this heinous case is a crime of passion. Following clues provided by the assassin, the yamen immediately launched a comprehensive investigation, secured relevant evidence, and tracked down the assassin organization “Dark Night Pavilion.” All individuals involved have been arrested.

It is reported that the organizer of this heinous incident and the leader of the assassin organization are both the Great Yu cultivator, surnamed Ye, who dispersed his cultivation to cultivate anew. Relying on the protection from the former vice leader of the Dark Night Pavilion, surnamed Fan, he acted arrogantly and feigned foolishness.

Currently, the yamen has arrested Fan, and Ye is confessing his crimes. According to Ye’s confession, the Dark Night Pavilion is connected to multiple heinous murder cases. Ye will face severe legal punishments.

In the early morning, notices explaining the previous night’s commotion were posted at the entrance of Chunjiang City’s yamen and the city gates. Commoners gathered around them, discussing fervently. After all, no matter how thorough the preparations were, the commotion caused by three Fusion cultivators jointly apprehending another Fusion cultivator could not be small.

“Good job arresting them! These archaic cultivators really have no regard for the law!”

“Archaic cultivators again? Is there an end? I say we should kill them all early. What a hassle!”

“I heard the incident at Hanshui City a year ago was also the work of archaic cultivators.”

“The Hanshui City incident was a major case involving three archaic Transcendent Tribulation cultivators. We can’t compare to that.”

When Lu Yang and his two companions were leaving the city, they happened to spot the notices posted at the city gate.

“Senior brothers, have you heard of the Dark Night Pavilion?” Shi Chan hardly interacted with archaic cultivators and knew little about archaic organizations.

In contrast, Lu Yang possessed bountiful archaic knowledge. “The Dark Night Pavilion was an assassin organization established in the mid-Great Yu era. Its name originates from its founder, Ye Xiao. At that time, the emperor was vying for power with the imperial preceptor. To win the favor of high-level cultivators, the emperor treated the Dark Night Pavilion with courtesy. After Ye Xiao’s disappearance, the Dark Night Pavilion went through three generations of pavilion leaders and declined significantly, eventually replaced by a new rising assassin organization.”

Lu Yang had listened to the entire interrogation record last night.

Ye Xiao indeed had the grounds to be arrogant. His area of activity spanned the nearby cities where the highest cultivation level was only the Divine Transfiguration Stage. With Vice Pavilion Leader Fan, a Fusion cultivator, protecting him, he could be considered extremely safe.

Moreover, according to Ye Xiao’s investigation, the imperial court had not previously captured any archaic reforged cultivators. They had caught a few Fusion cultivators, but that was because those archaic cultivators acted too ostentatiously, specifically provoking Great Xia’s Fusion cultivators.

He, however, was different. He only provoked low-level cultivators.

Based on his experience in Great Xia, he believed Great Xia would assume their faction only had Nascent Soul members. To capture them, Great Xia would at most dispatch Divine Transfiguration cultivators, not Void Refinement or Fusion cultivators.

This went without saying. He had merely taken a fancy to a Qi Training female cultivator and sent a Qi Training assassin to kill her.

Who could have imagined that the assassin sent last night would lead Great Xia to dispatch three Divine Transfiguration cultivators today, as if they grew on trees.

If that were all, he still wouldn’t have been scared. His attitude throughout the interrogation showed nothing but confidence. With the vice pavilion leader around, he was assured he could escape at any time.

However, it was a big shock that Great Xia didn’t play by the rules and secretly dispatched three Fusion cultivators. Had they sent one less person, the vice pavilion leader could have escaped.

Through the Everlasting Immortal Fairy’s immortal consciousness, Lu Yang found out even more information.

Last night, only three Fusion cultivators had shown themselves...

Just so they could continue fishing.

When Fusion cultivators were invited to hold the lines but weren’t asked to act, they still required payment. The funds allocated by the imperial court to crack down on organized crime and illegal activities in You Province were plentiful, so they might as well use them.

Furthermore, it was rare for an evil or a criminal faction to show itself; one might not appear for years. This all counted as meritorious achievements. If time permitted, the provincial governor would have considered inviting a Transcendent Tribulation cultivator.

Unfortunately, they overestimated the Dark Night Pavilion—they only had a total of one Fusion cultivator.

“Senior brothers, thank you in advance for instructing this poor monk.”

At the yamen last night, Shi Chan had expressed his desire to learn the Single’s Curse Fist and the Lu-Style Arhat Fist from the two. Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou didn’t plan to withhold their knowledge and agreed readily.

“Senior brothers, you gifted this poor monk pure-yang blood and are willing to instruct me in fist techniques. I have no way to repay such a favor. Unfortunately, everything I learned is Buddhist teachings imparted to me by my shifu. Without my sect’s permission, I cannot transmit them to others. In terms of creating spells, I am far inferior to you two senior brothers. If the opportunity arises in the future, I am determined to repay this grace.”

Lu Yang laughed heartily, patting Shi Chan’s shoulder. “We’re all disciples of immortal sects. Don’t fret about it. Speaking of which, aren’t you continuing to set up a stall to earn money today?”

Shi Chan shook his head. “Benefactor Zhong Ming has already given this poor monk five hundred taels. It’s sufficient for one visit to the Spring Fragrance House.”

“One more visit is enough to temper your mental state?”

“This poor monk is still uncertain whether it’ll succeed, but I must have this resolve.”

All three were at the Nascent Soul Stage. When performing a set of fist techniques, the wind from their fists alone could topple houses. It was inconvenient to execute fist techniques in the city, so they chose to go outside.

“This place should do.”

The trio selected a spacious, empty area with no one around, ensuring they wouldn’t accidentally harm passers-by.

Lu Yang started first. “Let me state upfront. I’m not clear about why my Arhat Fist causes hair loss. I have yet to figure out the underlying principle. All I can do is demonstrate it a few times for you to observe.”

“That will suffice.” Shi Chan knew the Arhat Fist. He simply wanted to understand the difference between the Lu-Style Arhat Fist and the ordinary one.

Lu Yang assumed a horse stance and began performing the moves with loud shouts. Each punch was powerful and vigorous, accompanied by faint Buddhist sounds—a sign that the Arhat Fist had been cultivated to a profound realm.

Shi Chan watched with a grave expression, carefully observing Lu Yang’s every punch and kick.

Lu Yang concluded the demonstration. “How was it?”

Shi Chan shook his head. “This poor monk is slow-witted and can’t discern the difference.”

“Switch. My turn.”

Meng Jingzhou was eager for someone to learn the Single’s Curse Fist—or rather, for everyone to learn it. When exchanging blows, everyone would use the Single’s Curse on each other, and everyone would be single, creating an ideal world.

“My Single’s Curse Fist originates from the lineage of the Single’s Spirit Root. It’s uncertain if an outsider can learn it. You must be mentally prepared.”

“This poor monk understands.”

Meng Jingzhou executed the Single’s Curse Fist. Setting aside the fist technique’s effect, its power alone made it a terrifying technique comparable to the Arhat Fist.

Shi Chan furrowed his brows tightly. He had some inkling regarding the Single’s Curse Fist—it was a fist technique that was imbued with karma and heavily tested one’s comprehension.

After completing the set, Meng Jingzhou wasn’t even short of breath. “How was it?”

“It encompasses karma and places high demands on the caster’s destiny. Senior Brother Meng, this poor monk lacks your uniquely advantageous conditions and fears it will be difficult for me to learn.”

Meng Jingzhou, “...”

Let’s mark out a field and spar, and you shall explain to me what you mean by “uniquely advantageous conditions.”

Despite studying for an entire day, Shi Chan’s efforts ended in regret.

Even three days later, after Shi Chan had successfully conserved his energy and built up his strength, he still hadn’t mastered either technique.

Shi Chan once again consumed twenty drops of yang-boosting blood, recited the Heart Sutra, and strode into the brothel, his expression aloof and transcendent.

Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou waited at the inn for the outcome.

They waited until early morning the next day, when Shi Chan finally returned.

On his way back, Shi Chan still recited the Heart Sutra, just like when he had first entered.

The two were quite surprised. This took much longer than last time. Did he persist the entire night?

“Did you succeed?”

Shi Chan stopped reciting and said earnestly, “This poor monk recited sutras, maintaining an empty and lofty mental state. In the latter half of the night, the benefactresses exhausted all their methods and shattered this poor monk’s empty and lofty mental state.”

Lu Yang, “...”

“However, this poor monk gained much from this trip.”

Meng Jingzhou was curious. “What did you gain?”

“This poor monk’s endurance has improved.”