9: Chapter 9 Biyang's Rising Technique

Shen Moyan's sluggish thoughts cleared as he opened his eyes to find himself in a strange space.

Darkness surrounded him, but through years of sensing Qi, Shen Moyan knew he was in a completely enclosed space.

The space was cramped, filled with a thick medicinal fragrance and the coldness of metal. In the darkness, he could clearly feel many hard objects stacked around him, clinking softly as the Cultivator moved.

He tried to move his body, but it was exceptionally difficult; he was pinned down inside the White Jade Basin.

Shen Moyan narrowed his eyes. There was no mistake: Universe in the Sleeve. He had been tucked into a sleeve.

Now, he was the meat on the chopping block; he had to leave this damn place immediately!

"Little thief, give me back my human essence ginseng!"

"Old geezer, eat shit!"

The sounds of fighting outside grew more intense. The tremors of Spiritual Power collisions transmitted through the sleeve, causing the items inside to tumble. Shen Moyan's ginseng body pressed tightly against the White Jade Basin, shaking incessantly.

Wait, perhaps he could leave a bit later.

Shen Moyan suddenly realized this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The Cultivators outside were in a fierce battle and would surely have no time to notice movements in the sleeve. The items here might be his chance to encounter a formal cultivation System.

"Azure Wood Longevity Art" was a trap. It was precisely because he practiced it that he became a ginseng.

Recalling the words he heard then—the immortal dao is dead—and the "old immortal dao" explicitly written in "As I Have Written"...

All of this indicated that the world he had crossed into was undergoing incredible changes.

However, the supernatural still existed!

Regardless of whether it was some demonic dao, power was king! Without strength, everything was an illusion!

Shen Moyan suppressed his inner anxiety and gathered the remaining Peak True Qi from the depths of his body. That was the martial arts Foundation of his three lifetimes; even though his body had become a ginseng, it hadn't completely dissipated.

True Qi Condensing into Silk: Remote Object Manipulation!

His True Qi spread out, enveloping the items in this space.

Strands of weak but condensed True Qi reached out following his consciousness, like a fine needle, gently poking the nearby objects.

Suddenly, he touched a three-inch-long small Flying Sword. The blade glinted coldly in the dark, but as soon as his True Qi touched the scabbard, a sharp pang of pain shot through him.

The sword was engraved with the Cultivator's Mental Energy brand; it was a Magical Artifact with a Restriction!

Shen Moyan immediately redirected his True Qi, his heart racing with lingering fear. If he had touched it recklessly, he would likely have been noticed by the Cultivator instantly.

He didn't dare be careless anymore. The speed of his True Qi exploration slowed significantly as he scanned the items in the sleeve one by one. There was a small bronze mirror, which had a scorching mental barrier upon contact; two Jade Slips, their surfaces glowing with faint spiritual light and clearly engraved with Restrictions, making them untouchable. There was also a porcelain bottle containing Medicinal Pills, its stopper loose and emitting a pungent medicinal smell, but without a label, Shen Moyan didn't know its effects.

The fighting outside the sleeve grew even more violent. The Cultivator seemed to be injured, letting out a muffled groan before the sleeve slammed heavily onto the ground, causing the items inside to tumble into a heap. A roll of yellowed Silk Manuscript was blown by the air current next to Shen Moyan's ginseng leaves, and he immediately used his True Qi to wrap around it.

No pain, no barrier—only the coarse texture unique to silk fabric.

"No Restriction?"

Shen Moyan felt a surge of joy and used his True Qi to carefully unfurl a corner of the Silk Manuscript.

When the Silk Manuscript touched his ginseng leaves, a vast amount of information quickly poured into his mind.

"Biyang First Rising Art? What kind of ridiculous name is that?"

"Wait, why can I understand it? Am I still in an illusion?"

Shen Moyan was uncertain. A massive amount of text loaded into his mind; he didn't recognize the characters, yet he could spontaneously understand their meaning.

"No, there must be something strange about this world."

Whether it was his six senses or "As I Have Written," both told Shen Moyan that where his will resided now was reality; it could absolutely not be an illusion.

Language and writing had always been barriers to communication between different races.

Let alone people from different planes; even people from the same world but different historical periods might not share the same language or writing.

Although a Cultivator's sound transmission could solve this by connecting perceptions for direct thought exchange...

Writing was different.

Writing was a static thing; linguistic information in different symbolic Systems was exceptionally difficult to convert and understand.

But a Heaven-Defying thing happened: Shen Moyan was now reading the "Biyang First Rising Art" without any cognitive obstacles.

He couldn't read the characters, but through them, his own linguistic cognitive System System automatically processed and restored the meaning.

"As expected of a cultivation world, the waters are truly deep," Shen Moyan remarked.

It seemed the civilization level of this world was quite high.

There was a kind of Law that spontaneously aligned everyone's linguistic cognition, eliminating illiteracy.

"I'll ignore that for now. Time is tight; I'll read as much as I can."

Shen Moyan became completely immersed in the "Biyang First Rising Art," memorizing it word for word.

"I see, this is the Sect technique of the Biyang Sword Sect. This Silk Manuscript is the insights written by this He Liang during his cultivation, which is why there's no Restriction."

He Liang, who wrote these cultivation insights, called the world where the Biyang Sword Sect was located the Great World of Mountains and Seas.

The Shanhai Realm was huge and incredibly vast; the region where the Biyang Sword Sect was located was merely a corner of this world.

[Biyang First Rising Art (First two Realms) has been fully recorded in Bookmarks]

Straining to memorize the characters of an entire book had consumed a significant amount of Shen Moyan's Mental Energy.

Sensing his current ginseng form, he couldn't help but laugh self-mockingly.

This body was at the mercy of others, completely reduced to food for someone else.

Taking a deep breath, Shen Moyan closed his eyes and firmly etched the predicament of this life into his heart.

"Final Stroke!"

Without further hesitation, Shen Moyan chanted in his mind and decisively ended this life.

Using myself as the brush, As I Have Written.

Time froze, and an illusory great book appeared, flipping open with a rustle.

Scenes from Shen Moyan's life in this world flashed by, turning into lines of small characters in the book.

[Final Stroke completed. Awakening achievement of this life—]

[Plane Martial Emperor (White) (Bookmarks accommodated 3/9)]

...[With a single thought of benevolence, you saved the creatures that should have died along with the plane. Although you had ulterior motives, the result was good, preserving the last bit of hope.]

[Plane Martial Emperor: When you are in a Minor Plane, the Heavenly Dao's restraint on you is significantly reduced, making it difficult to limit your cognition and strength with local Laws.]

[Furthermore, you can forcibly remain in a lower-level plane with strength that transcends the plane's shackles.]

[The current story has entered the opening chapter. Please write your story.]

Da Qi Kingdom, Shaolin Temple.

Mottled sunlight passed through the window lattice and spilled onto Shen Moyan's face.

"Bookmarks."

Shen Moyan called up "As I Have Written" and looked at the page where the Bookmarks were.

"Erase the old immortal dao cultivation, and then inherit it." He didn't want to turn into a ginseng after inheriting the cultivation.

In the next moment, Shen Moyan's cultivation returned to the Peak of the Mortal Realm.

[True Name: Shen Moyan]

[Race: Human Race]

[Realm: Peak of the Mortal Realm (Martial Dao)]

[Current Remaining Lifespan: 218 (Martial Dao True Qi)]

[Current Skills: Biyang First Rising Art (Uninitiated), Azure Wood Longevity Art (old immortal dao, Uninitiated), Startling Swan Sword Art (Self-created), Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill (Thirteenth Layer), Ziyang True Art (Self-created Perfection)...]

Recalling everything from his previous life, Shen Moyan sat cross-legged on the ground, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

He tremblingly reached out his hand, feeling his current young and vibrant body, and couldn't help but be filled with emotion.