Chapter 133: It's Nothing, I'll Teach You

After all, you started as at least a half-cultivator, while I haven’t even touched a cultivation method. How am I supposed to answer a question like that? Should I admit that I’m even weaker than you? Impossible! Do I have no pride?

Carefully considering, Ye Qiu revealed a mischievous smile, growing bolder.

“You don’t know how to fight, huh? Fine, I’ll teach you. Fighting is just fighting. I may not be great in practice, but when it comes to theory, I’m pretty damn good. Just wait.”

At the thought of this, Ye Qiu’s interest was piqued. He said plainly, “No worries, I’m not afraid to tell you—the monkey’s skills? I taught it those. Its chaos now is entirely because of me. Since I’ve sent you to eliminate the demon, I definitely won’t let you go so casually.

“All right! Seems I’ve been too quiet for too long. Today, I must show you a trick or two...”

Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, then inwardly delighted. He thought, “Damn, the boss is finally going to make a move? I’m so looking forward to it. When a master of his caliber steps in, what kind of scene will that be?”

His curiosity instantly ignited. He didn’t care about the monkey at all—he’d long known it had run off from the tavern.

“Boss, are you serious?”

Upon hearing Ye Qiu was going to teach them an unparalleled divine skill, Cao He’s eyes filled with doubt.

Him? Teach us divine skills?

No way, no way—does anyone really believe this scoundrel can wield some peerless skill? Isn’t he always good at bluffing, and when he can’t, he just runs? Could he really have some all-powerful technique?

Facing Cao He’s skepticism, Ye Qiu’s thick skin didn’t even flinch; he was almost amused. Slowly, he pulled out a triple-pointed, double-edged blade and handed it to Qingcheng. Then he said, “Today, I’ll teach you the Seventy-Two Transformations and the Eight-Nine Profound Arts. These two methods are peerless divine skills. If you can grasp one or two, you will definitely rank among the strongest in the world...”

With that, Ye Qiu took out two books, suppressing his laughter as he handed them over to Qingcheng.

What?

Seventy-Two Transformations? Eight-Nine Profound Arts?

What a joke. How could I possibly learn something like that?

Those two books were just Ye Qiu’s bored pastime. Drawing from his memories of browsing online forums in a previous life, he copied the wildly imaginative fan-made texts, then jotted them down according to his own understanding.

How could this possibly be genuine! Of course, whether Qingcheng could learn from them depended entirely on how well he could fill in the gaps himself.

After all, Liu Jianchen was a successful example, and that monkey seemed to have succeeded too.

Taking the strange books, Qingcheng’s hands trembled with excitement. He was overwhelmed, hardly able to believe what he held.

“Good heavens, the names alone sound so mighty. I’d better study hard—I can’t disappoint the boss’s expectations...”

At that moment, Cao He glanced at the two books in Qingcheng’s hands and sneered, “Aren’t these just two shabby books used to prop up the table corner in the firewood room? How could they be peerless divine skills?”

“Shut up...”

As Cao He tried to expose Ye Qiu’s lie, Ye Qiu snapped back sharply, scaring him into silence.

However, Qingcheng had heard it and cast a doubtful look at Cao He, wondering, “Is the boss playing a trick on me? Are these really treasures?”

“No, probably not. A peerless master like the boss wouldn’t bother messing with a nobody like me. That Cao thief must be jealous, so he’s deliberately saying this...”

Qingcheng muttered to himself and gave Cao He a displeased glare, retorting, “You stupid thief, you know nothing! With your intelligence, you’re stuck at this level. Just wait—when I become awesome, you’ll regret it...”

Then he sat alone on the hillside, immersing himself in the Eight-Nine Profound Arts.

Cao He was utterly baffled and aggrieved. “Hey, why no discrimination? I’m only trying to help you, and you insult me? Serves you right for being played...”

Qingcheng ignored Cao He’s grumbling and focused on the books, while Cao He, provoked, refused to leave.

“I want to see what you can make of those two crappy books. Hmph...”

Fuming, Cao He waited for Qingcheng to embarrass himself. But at that moment, Qingcheng slowly opened the first page of the Eight-Nine Profound Arts.

The opening line struck like a thunderclap from the heavens, enlightening him thoroughly, stopping him in his tracks.

“Heaven and earth turn dark and light, yin and yang infinite. The body becomes sacred—Eight-Nine Profound Arts! Hiss... such a powerful technique. To sanctify the body—what grandeur...”

As he read, Qingcheng clearly felt the power within him begin to boil, hot blood flowing, every limb and bone seeming to ignite.

This technique felt as if it was tailor-made for him. One glance and he was already on the path.

The scene startled Ye Qiu greatly.

“No way, no way—he really understood it?”

Ye Qiu was stunned. He had only wanted to toy with the boy, to test his imagination, but unexpectedly... he was even more terrifying than Liu Jianchen.

“Could it be that the Eight-Nine Profound Arts are real? Impossible! Are internet users nowadays really that formidable, to have genuinely compiled the Eight-Nine Profound Arts?”

Ye Qiu was incredulous, yet the facts were clear: Qingcheng’s body was tempering, slowly forming an endless source of power within.

Within minutes, his internal circulation flowed freely; he was gradually mastering the power inside—not like Ye Qiu, whose control was erratic.

This must be the advantage of a child of destiny. His foundation was there, and with Ye Qiu’s polishing, he soared in one leap.

Damn, how are the others supposed to compete now? If the Eight-Nine Profound Arts really work, he’s tougher than that monkey. Catching the monkey would be child’s play.

Now Ye Qiu even felt a bit sorry for the foolish monkey. Facing such an unreasonable, blatant cheat of an opponent, it’s no surprise if it loses.

Qingcheng’s enlightenment left not only Ye Qiu dumbfounded but also Cao He, who muttered in disbelief, “It actually worked? Impossible! I’ve read that book countless times and never achieved divine skill. Could it be, as the boss says, that I’m an idiot?”

Cao He began doubting his own life. Then he glared at Ye Qiu angrily, demanding, “Boss, what are you hiding from me? Why did I get no reaction from these books, while others can cultivate successfully? Do you have two different versions and gave me a fake one?”

Cao He’s suspicion was deep, though he still hadn’t realized it wasn’t Ye Qiu cheating him—it was his own lack of intellect.

Ye Qiu shot him a disdainful glare and sneered, “Hah, your brain’s just dumb, don’t blame the books for being too profound.”

Cao He was speechless. He really had read those books, but never gained any insight.

Fine, I admit it—I’m an idiot...

“Heh heh, boss, I want to learn too. Teach me a few moves, will you?”

Cao He grinned slyly, setting aside his pride to beg Ye Qiu for some skills so he could go out and show off.

After twenty years of working at the tavern day after day, he was thoroughly fed up.