The Invincible Supreme Medical God

Chapter 838 - 472: I Must Prove Myself

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Looking at the star-filled sky, Yan Xiaobao felt content. He had Wang Julong by his side; he had a mansion to return to with two lovely and talented children. He had enough money to support those he cared for, and all his friends were safe.

"Do not be complacent!" Lan Feng suddenly said from below the Dantian. "Do you remember our revenge? Do you remember Wang Julong’s revenge? We have many difficulties ahead. You can relax for a moment, but you need to train continually! You are like a sword. An unused sword becomes blunt. To make the sword usable, you need to hone it continuously. You need to keep sharpening it, letting it soak in blood. It needs to be tempered through battle. This is what you need as well.

Lan Feng’s words made a lot of sense to Yan Xiaobao, and he nodded. ’You are right. I should not be complacent; I need to avenge my friends. They believe in me, I must prove myself worthy!’ he said as he returned to the mansion. Every step he took advanced him four hundred meters. His traveling speed was enormous, and he quickly arrived at the mansion.

"I wonder how Wang Julong and the children are doing," Yan Xiaobao nodded to himself, nodding to the guards who bowed deeply in respect as he passed by.

"They must be having a great time. I gave them enough money to have a wonderful day. I don’t know what they ended up buying," he continued musing about their trip, immediately heading to the library, hoping to see the children studying.

Unfortunately, when he entered the library, he found no one inside. Frowning, he released his spiritual energy, beginning to scan the mansion, the garden, even the attic, but no matter how hard he tried to look, all he could find were maids, guards, Xu Biao, a cook, and the children’s tutor. Even Cai Jie had left.

Hui Yue sat among the many books in the library, pulling scrolls from the Cosmic Box one by one and beginning to read them. Some were formulas and other skills. Slowly, Yan Xiaobao managed to finish reading the entire mountain of scrolls, each of which Yan Xiaobao remembered entirely. Yan Xiaobao was not too worried that Wang Julong and the children had not returned yet. Although it was quite late, they had been wandering in the city and were still there; he knew it was more or less safe. Of course, some opposition or noble families would assassinate each other, but Wang Julong had not insulted anyone, and the children were even more innocent. Sending assassins after them seemed completely impossible. If it were Yan Xiaobao moving around in the city, then he would be more likely to be an assassination target. Therefore, he was not too concerned about them.

By reading the scrolls, Yan Xiaobao completely focused on reading and understanding what the manuals and formulas conveyed. Many attacks were High-level King Ranking High Saint Ranking skills, similar to what Lan Feng could teach him. Although they came from another world, when Yan Xiaobao tried to use them, he found that the energy employed to execute the attacks was martial power, not Qi.

This matter greatly interested Yan Xiaobao. In this world, there was no such thing as martial power martial arts. Wu Wei was an imaginative energy. It could take any form, attack, or defense, depending on one’s intent, but here it was martial arts, requiring the execution of martial power. It seemed like this plane was lagging behind others in martial arts heritage and learning.

"These are true treasures," Yan Xiaobao muttered while picking up another manual. It was a manual for the Vigorous Emerald Dragon’s Roar, a standout attack allowing one to release Wu Wei in a shockwave around them. The attack spreads and assaults everyone’s soul within range. Those weaker would have their souls shaken, even broken, while those stronger would be stunned for a moment. While they feel dazed, they are easily killed. This skill deeply intrigued Yan Xiaobao.

Although Yan Xiaobao wished to train in Vigorous Emerald Dragon’s Roar, he knew it was not the right time to start, as mortals were nearby. If he used this skill, they would certainly be affected. He needed space to train this skill.

Placing it back in the Cosmic Box, another skill appeared in his hand. It was the Immortal Strike of the Direhound, a swordsmanship skill requiring the activation of martial power. This strike was swift and sharp. It was a true killing move, allowing the cultivator to pull out their sword at incredible speed, piercing or slashing their opponent directly, leaving them dead.

This attack did not guarantee it would kill an enemy; however, in close combat, it seemed difficult to avoid. Out of curiosity, Hui Yue read the scroll, stood up, and walked into the middle of the room. With a flick of his wrist, the icy Storm Sword appeared in his hand. It was sheathed in a sword scabbard made of leather harvested from a magical beast of the holy rank. The leather was extremely expensive, but he required such high-quality leather to prevent the sword from cutting the scabbard instantaneously.

Looking at the sword, Yan Xiaobao closed his eyes, focusing on the words he had seen on the scroll. The Immortal Strike of the Direhound was by no means a simple attack. It was originally used for claws, but since Direhound could shape the human form, his evolved technique included swords as well. It was more formidable as a sword attack than when previously used as a beast’s claw attack. This was because it could draw extra strength when the sword was unsheathed.