190: Reason for the inheritance of ancient skills

Chapter 189: The Reason for the Old Arts Inheritance

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the courtyard was invigorated, their eyes lighting up simultaneously like hungry wolves in the dark of night, glowing green with excitement.

There's a way to break the genetic shackles?!

The speaker was a youth whose appearance could only be described as 'ordinary' among the group, giving off a refined and gentle aura.

His name was Wan Fa, from the Wan Family, and he was powerful.

"Oh, we don't know, but you do?" Zhuge Qihao raised an eyebrow.

The Zhuge Family and the Wan Family had a history of conflict; their grievances ran deep, stemming from a major clash over resources a century ago.

Wan Fa smiled, his teeth gleaming white, and said confidently, "Not only is there one, but there are actually two methods."

"The first is for those who possess a special bloodline."

He looked at Han Feng, his bright eyes filled with inquiry, and said, "Brother Han, if I'm not mistaken, Xu Zhu from your team possesses the Chiyou bloodline, right?"

Han Feng nodded, not bothering to hide it.

For the major families, obtaining such information was not difficult.

"The Chiyou bloodline is a mutated bloodline within the human race. When a fetus is formed in the womb, its genetic sequence differs significantly from that of humans. The genetic shackles of a mere Level 3 civilization simply cannot contain such a bloodline."

"As long as Xu Zhu can grow well and reach the ranks of a Thirty-Year Mutant, he will be able to confront the Lizardman race head-on."

Han Feng pursed his lips; Xu Zhu's importance in his heart grew significantly, even surpassing his own.

In this second, he had only one thought: to protect Xu Zhu, bring him safely back to the Han Family, and keep him hidden for a few decades.

The future of the Han Family would likely depend on Xu Zhu to hold up the sky.

"And what about the second point?" Huangfu Aya asked.

"The second point..." Wan Fa paused and said, "Everyone here, none of you have used technology to modify your bodies, right? Replacing our bones, internal organs, etc., with alloys or advanced materials."

Everyone shook their heads. As core disciples of their respective families and candidates for the position of family head,

they would under no circumstances use high-tech materials to replace their complete bodies, unless... they had lost limbs or suffered from heart disease.

"Since you haven't, then everyone is on the right path."

"The second method is the Old Arts!"

Wan Fa's voice involuntarily rose a few notches, "The research and inheritance of our ancestors over tens of millions of years is the only way for ordinary people to break the genetic shackles."

What!

In the courtyard, the crowd erupted in an uproar. In an era of rapid technological development, Pangu City and Nüwa City had not abandoned body cultivation through the Old Arts; it turned out it was to break the genetic shackles.

"Many families don't know why they should follow the path of body cultivation through the Old Art; they only know it as some powerful technique left by their predecessors similar to 'superpowers.' Little do they know, this is the only path to break through the shackles."

Baili Shouyue frowned slightly and asked doubtfully, "Has anyone broken the shackles by following the path of the Old Art?"

"Not yet." Wan Fa replied succinctly.

"Then your path can only be considered a speculative one, not a proven one," Zhuge Qihao said coldly.

That's practically saying nothing.

Walking the path that predecessors have already walked is easy; trying to forge one's own path is incredibly difficult.

"Hmph." Wan Fa snorted coldly and said sarcastically, "If you don't walk it, how do you know if it's right or wrong?"

"Born in this era, we have no other choice but to follow the ideas of our predecessors."

"If I fall, there will be thousands upon thousands more like me, walking further and further along the path paved by my corpse. One day, we will reach the end of the genetic shackles and prove whether our predecessors' efforts were right or wrong!"

Upon hearing Wan Fa's words, Xu Jingzhe felt a sense of reverence.

This was a person with great ambition, striving to break the genetic shackles—the predecessors plant the trees, and the descendants enjoy the shade.

"Heh..." Zhuge Qihao also looked at Wan Fa with a cold sneer, pouring cold water on him, "Imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel."

"Pangu City can wait, Nüwa City can wait."

"But!"

"Will Adam City and Eve City wait for you?! This competition isn't a competition at all; it's just an excuse. They are looking for cooperation with Lizardmen who have been asleep for hundreds of thousands or millions of years to rapidly advance their technology and annihilate us!"

"Before breaking the genetic shackles, technology is stronger than the Old Arts; this is an indisputable fact!"

Zhuge Qihao's words extinguished the spark of hope that had just risen in everyone's hearts.

Not to mention anything else, whether they could even make it out of the Pollution Zone was a question.

The Four Main Cities were divided into two factions.

Before technology could absolutely crush the Old Art, they maintained peace on the surface.

But what if it surpassed it?

Although Pangu City and Nüwa City also invested heavily in technological development and could basically maintain the same level as Adam City and Eve City,

in a real technological war, the outcome had long been determined.

Wan Fa stood up, looked at Zhuge Qihao, and shook his head in disappointment, saying, "Although my family has grievances with your Zhuge Family, I have never held any prejudice against you and have regarded you as a very powerful rival in the Old Art."

"Your words today have disappointed me greatly; you have pinned your hopes on technology. I believe it won't be long before my attainment in the Old Arts will far surpass yours."

"Let them be strong as they may, the breeze still blows over the hills."

After saying this, Wan Fa turned and left without looking back.

The strong are always lonely; he firmly believed in his own path.

The Old Arts will eventually break the genetic shackles of a Level 3 civilization.

Zhuge Qihao's expression was not very good. Was his thinking wrong?

No.

The Old Arts hadn't reached the end of breaking the genetic shackles, and the level of technological civilization on Blue Star hadn't reached Level 2.99 either; every small increase in level required an enormous amount of resources.

He wouldn't live to see that day, and every day he lived now, he had to consider how to ensure the Zhuge Family would continue to be passed down on Blue Star.

Just as Wan Fa said, having been born in this era, there was no other way.

The Old Art had been practiced for tens of millions of years without anyone succeeding, but what about technology?

Tens of millions of years of technology might not necessarily fail to break the genetic shackles set by a Level 3 civilization.

Because technology holds infinite possibilities.

An exchange of cooperation ended without result. Xu Jingzhe sat in a chair, looking into the distance, dazed.

It turned out this world was too complex. Even now, he had only seen the tip of the iceberg.

System: "Ding, how do you feel?"

Xu Jingzhe closed his eyes and replied in his mind: "Under a lot of pressure."

System: "Ding, pressure brings motivation; this is the inevitable result of the development of human civilization."

"Encounter difficulties, solve difficulties. Constantly break through, challenge yourself."

Xu Jingzhe stood up and stretched. Why think so much? If the sky falls, there are taller people to hold it up. If a real fight breaks out, it's those first-class major families who should be worried.

What he was doing now was getting stronger, getting stronger bit by bit, so that when a great war broke out, he would have the ability to protect those around him.

Let's go, time to get some Ninjutsu from the Japanese Ninja.