386: Zodiac Nerve Decision

Inside the main living room.

Xiao Fan’s expression was indifferent; he and Zhou Xinyang had both tacitly chosen to give the two children some space.

After all, since Zhou Mi was here, she must have brought some words or other things.

It wouldn't be good to have the two old men there.

At this moment, Zhou Xinyang and Xiao Fan had already taken their seats in the secondary hall.

Xiao Zhanmo said indifferently, “Old Mr. Zhou, what was that unique treasure you mentioned earlier?”

Hearing this, a hint of hesitation suddenly appeared in Zhou Xinyang’s eyes.

Xiao Fan leaned back tactically, lowered his head, picked up a water cup, and took a sip, feeling a little surprised in his heart.

Because his last sentence seemed to have hit Zhou Xinyang’s weak spot, and his heart instantly became highly tense, as if he was facing some invincible enemy.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Zhou Xinyang’s tension still hadn’t faded.

Xiao Zhanmo clearly did nothing, but Zhou Xinyang’s emotions cycled through anxiety, tension, urgency, panic, anticipation, fear, and so on, for three and a half rounds.

Even sweat began to seep from Zhou Xinyang’s forehead.

Xiao Zhanmo said impatiently, “If Old Mr. Zhou doesn’t have this sincerity, then don’t speak carelessly and waste each other’s time.”

As soon as this was said, Zhou Xinyang’s sense of urgency immediately rose to another level; large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, his expression was very unnatural, and even his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

In Xiao Fan’s ears, Zhou Xinyang’s heart was like a constantly tightening string, almost on the verge of snapping, as if with just one more gentle pull from an outsider, the entire string would completely break.

After a few seconds of contemplation, Xiao Fan prepared to change his approach.

But before he could speak, Zhou Xinyang seemed to have mentally prepared himself; he lowered his head and sighed, “Old Mr. Xiao, may I ask, do you have a very profound understanding of the Dao of Martial Arts?”

“It’s alright.” Xiao Fan’s expression was calm; he originally wanted to say that no one on this planet understood Martial Arts below the Divine-Grade better than him, and even his second brother didn’t learn as much as he did, mastering all of them to Perfection.

But he ultimately didn’t say it, worried about exposing his identity, and used an ambiguous answer.

However, Zhou Xinyang suddenly showed a bitter expression and said, “If your Martial Arts attainment isn’t high enough, then even if I tell you about this matter, it will be useless.”

Suddenly, he took out a hundred Martial Arts books, piling them up like a small mountain on the table.

“Can you tell what commonalities these hundred Martial Arts books have?”

Xiao Fan’s expression remained unchanged as he looked down.

“Dragon Tiger Spear,” learned.

“Shangyang Scripture,” learned.

“Fierce Wind Fist Technique,” learned.

...

As he looked through them one by one, Xiao Fan inexplicably wanted to laugh.

These Martial Arts were all around the Saint-Grade level, and he had learned over sixty of them.

For the remaining thirty-plus books, he comprehended and mastered them on the spot, which could be considered learning quite a lot for free.

Now, in the third stage of Dominator, comprehending such Saint-Grade Martial Arts truly only took a few minutes to reach Perfection.

But there were still over thirty of them.

Tonight was destined to be a long night.

He flipped through the Martial Arts books in his hand one by one, very seriously, his brows tightly furrowed, his face full of earnestness and solemnity.

Zhou Xinyang, beside him, was slightly nervous.

He had once thought about finding another Martial Arts Great Master on this planet, Ke Huaimin.

However, he was too embarrassed to ask such a prominent figure to look at his mediocre Martial Arts and test whether they could identify the problems within them.

Thinking of this, Xiao Fan had already looked through half of the Martial Arts.

Seeing his brows gradually relax, Zhou Xinyang also seemed to gradually calm down.

After nearly two full hours, the world entered the quiet, silent depths of night.

Zhou Xinyang’s attention also gradually began to wander, wondering how his daughter and Liu Yuan were chatting, whether they had argued, or if they would fight?

As he was thinking, suddenly, Old Mr. Xiao opposite him put down the last Martial Arts book.

Zhou Xinyang was about to speak when he saw Old Mr. Xiao’s Storage Ring flash, and a yellow paper fell onto the table.

Zhou Xinyang dared not say much, concentrating his gaze.

He saw Xiao Fan, with a serious expression, condense his Mental Energy at his fingertips and slowly move it across the yellow paper.

As Xiao Fan’s fingers moved, Zhou Xinyang’s heart, which had just calmed down slightly, suddenly began to beat rapidly, his pupils instantly focused, and his face was filled with shock.

Because what Xiao Fan was writing now was the first draft of his own “Twelve Palace Divine Nerve Art.”

Back then, it took him a full ten years to barely integrate and comprehend this first draft from hundreds of Martial Arts books.

Now, this Old Mr. Xiao in front of him only took two hours?

After reading all the books, he immediately comprehended them?

What a joke?

You call this “It’s alright”?

This is a super Genius!

When he saw Liu Yuan’s Returning Flow Spear Technique earlier, he felt that the teacher behind Liu Yuan must be a Martial Arts expert.

It should be known that studying Martial Arts has no relation to one’s Realm.

Most strong cultivators, even with very high Realms, cannot create a Martial Arts technique that perfectly matches their disciple’s attributes!

They can only find disciples who match their Martial Arts!

This is unavoidable; most people don’t have too much energy to devote to Martial Arts, because learning too many Martial Arts doesn’t provide much personal improvement.

But now, this Old Mr. Xiao in front of him clearly meant that it didn’t matter what kind of disciple came, as his Martial Arts, no matter how he wrote them, would be the most perfect and suitable!

In previous years, he had also sought out some of the best Martial Arts enchanters in Tianhe Pass.

People in this profession, having read countless books, are the most knowledgeable about Martial Arts in the world, but they were completely unable to grasp all the mysteries like Old Mr. Xiao, in just two hours!

Most Martial Arts enchanters even seemed confused and said he was being mysterious!

At this moment, Zhou Xinyang’s eyes were already dull, and he only wanted to say two words—Awesome!

In fact, if Xiao Fan hadn’t known beforehand that the mystery involved Mental Energy, he might not have found the Dao so quickly.

He already knew the range of the answer, so finding it would naturally be several times easier.

At this moment, Xiao Fan felt a genuine admiration for Zhou Xinyang.

How did this guy find those “minor” commonalities from hundreds of Martial Arts books and integrate them?

Most importantly, even after doing all this, it was only the first step in “Cultivating Mental Energy”; it still lacked too many things to be a complete and qualified Martial Arts technique.

What Xiao Fan was writing now was only equivalent to a single component in a precision instrument; to make this instrument operate, many more important things were still needed.