87: Chapter 87 Grandpa Village Chief, Tang Liu Misses You So Much

Putting aside those messy thoughts, Chen Shanzhi began to carefully select from the limited number of Martial Skills under Chen Rou's introduction.

After picking and choosing for a long time, Chen Shanzhi finally selected a Xuan-rank High Grade fist technique called the "Yin and Yang Return to Origin Fist."

This fist technique was extremely special; after reaching Major Achievement, two completely different types of hidden strength—Yin and Yang—would be born within the body.

If the punch carried Yang strength, it would be like a scorching sun burning the sky, fierce and unparalleled, with immense force.

If combined with the "Nine-Turn Golden Body Art of the Witch God," the terrifying Physical Body enhancement of that Immortal Rank Body Refining Cultivation Technique, this Yang strength punch would be defined by one word: Fierce!

It would directly blast the enemy into dust!

Conversely, if the punch carried Yin strength, it would be like an underground river beneath a glacier, silent and soundless, insidious and tricky.

It was specifically used to break defenses and catch enemies off guard.

Besides the fist technique, Chen Shanzhi also carefully selected a Spirit Rank High Grade movement technique called the "Spirit Sparrow Steps."

Once this movement technique reached Major Achievement, one's figure could perform strange, short-distance maneuvers in mid-air.

It was as flexible and unpredictable as a spirit sparrow in the forest, making one impossible to fathom.

Do not underestimate this just because it is a Spirit Rank movement technique!

One must know that although the Four Seas Academy was all-encompassing, the highest-level movement technique that students of the Heaven Class could access in the academy's library was only Mortal Grade High Grade!

This "Spirit Sparrow Steps" was definitely a rare commodity!

During the martial arts competition a few days ago, that Xing Zhige, who had opened the Twelve Mysterious Apertures, if he had such a movement technique to protect himself, he wouldn't have ended up like a living target, getting hit by Lu Yuchen's Sword Qi.

If that were the case, who would have won or lost that match would really be uncertain!

Chen Shanzhi reached out and took the two Jade Slips into his hands.

"Hum..."

With the injection of Mental Energy, a massive amount of information regarding the fist technique and movement technique surged into his mind like a tide.

Half a stick of incense later, Chen Shanzhi opened his eyes and let out a long, stale breath.

The two Jade Slips in his hands, however, turned into a pile of dull powder and spilled from his fingers the moment the information transfer was completed.

The content recorded on the Jade Slips was imprinted from the container that truly recorded these Cultivation Techniques by specific means.

Once a Martial Artist read them, they would immediately be destroyed.

This was an anti-theft measure set on Jade Slips by major noble families for thousands of years to prevent their Cultivation Techniques from being stolen or learned by outsiders.

At the same time, in a small courtyard in the east of the capital.

The sky was gloomy, and the originally drizzling light rain had gradually turned into a downpour.

Tang Liu, limping and soaked to the bone, walked into the wooden gate of the small courtyard with great difficulty, amidst the pointing and undisguised mockery of passersby.

At this moment, he was in a state of extreme disarray.

His coarse cloth clothes were covered in mud and blood.

That face, which was originally unruly, was filled with decadence.

Although the assassination mission on the Martial Arts Arena had failed, he still held a glimmer of hope, dragging his unhealed body to that remote residence in the south of the city.

Just an hour ago, he stood in the rain and said to that mysterious black shadow that he was willing to join them, only asking to use the other party's power to quickly improve his strength, and then find an opportunity to kill Chen Shanzhi and take back Tang Xiaowu.

He never expected the other party's answer to be like a basin of ice water poured over his head!

"Trash!"

The black shadow looked down at him from above, his tone filled with disdain and anger.

"My master spent huge resources to secretly change the competition list on the immortal stele right under the nose of the Four Seas Academy, creating an excellent opportunity for you to kill Chen Shanzhi!"

"As a result, you trash not only failed to kill him, but were beaten into a dead dog in public by that playboy Chen Shanzhi!"

"You have lost the value of continued investment from my master!"

Fortunately, when Tang Liu was in despair, the black shadow threw out another extremely charitable remark:

"However, my master said, considering that your 'Divine Turtle Art' still has some potential, if you can fight your way into the academy wind and cloud ranking on your own in the coming time..."

"When my master's anger subsides, perhaps he will reconsider your joining!"

After saying this, the black shadow mercilessly drove him out of the residence like a dog.

"Boom!"

A clap of thunder exploded in the sky.

The dazed Tang Liu stood in the courtyard, rain flowing down his messy hair and into his eyes.

He looked at this familiar small courtyard, at the stone table, at the old locust tree...

Everywhere were the shadows of Tang Xiaowu accompanying him in his training in the past.

Thinking back to that day, when Chen Shanzhi leaned into his ear on the Martial Arts Arena and said that Soul-crushing sentence:

"Everything you want, Xiaowu has it..."

"She lied to me! She betrayed me long ago!"

"Xiaowu... why? Why would you do this to me!"

Jealousy, anger, a sense of betrayal, and the humiliation of being treated as a discarded pawn—various extreme emotions were crazily intertwined in his chest.

Finally!

"Ahhhhh—!"

Tang Liu, who had been suppressing his emotions, completely collapsed.

Like a wounded beast, he let out a shrill roar.

Dragging his broken leg, he violently slammed open the door of the room where Tang Xiaowu once lived.

The remaining True Essence in his body was stimulated without reservation.

"Bang! Crack!"

Tables, chairs, dressing tables, wardrobes... he crazily smashed everything he could see in the room!

While smashing wildly, he roared hoarsely.

After a full half an hour, there was nothing intact left in the room.

Only then did Tang Liu exhaust his last bit of strength.

Like a corpse drained of its Soul, he walked out of the room decadently.

His eyes were empty, and he didn't notice the high threshold under his feet.

"Thump!"

Tang Liu was tripped directly by the threshold and fell heavily into the mud puddle in the courtyard.

The cold rain beat mercilessly on his face.

Tang Liu lay on his back in the muddy water, no longer having the strength to get up.

He let the heavy rain wash over his wounds, and his consciousness began to blur.

Just as he was about to fall into a coma, in a trance, through the pouring rain, he vaguely saw a familiar figure wearing a coir raincoat and a hunched back appearing in the small courtyard at some point.

The figure leaned on a cane, stepped through the mud, and slowly walked to his side.

Then, he squatted down, and with withered palms, gently stroked his mud-stained face.

The voice contained an incomparably familiar kindness:

"Little Liu..."

"It's raining so hard, why are you lying on the ground? Why not go back into the house to hide from the rain? What will you do if you catch a cold?"

This voice...

Tang Liu shuddered violently, struggling to open his eyes that were about to stick together.

Through the hazy heavy rain, he finally saw clearly that old face full of wrinkles and a kind smile.

At that moment, those memories buried deep in his heart about his hometown, about his childhood, about the village that was massacred, all flooded into his mind like a carousel.

Tang Liu's nose suddenly turned sour, and tears gushed out like broken beads.

He used the last bit of strength in his whole body and threw himself into the arms of that hunched figure, crying loudly like a child who had suffered all kinds of grievances.

"Village Chief Grandpa..."

"Wuwuwu... I miss you so much..."