The Playboy Bodyguard of the Beautiful CEO

Chapter 1200 - 1102: Palace Master

"Follow me!"

Elder Xiao Ming glanced over and said flatly.

Yang Tian followed behind Xiao Ming, walking out of the Battle Hall, and came to a Cultivation Room.

"What I’m teaching you is the Divine Martial Arts that only a Core Disciple is qualified to learn. Typically, Inner Sect Disciples are not allowed to practice these, but I expect that you won’t be able to improve them in three days, so it doesn’t matter if I teach you!"

Elder Xiao Ming said calmly.

Yang Tian frowned.

This could be a big deal or not.

He was currently an Inner Sect Disciple, and if he practiced the Divine Martial Arts meant for Core Disciples, there would always be someone who might kill him for it.

But then he thought about the Nuwa Divine Technique within him.

"I’ve already practiced the Nuwa Divine Technique, so at least I can survive and have the ability to protect myself. Since that’s the case, why should I be afraid?"

Yang Tian thought to himself.

As the saying goes, fortune favors the bold.

If he lacked even this bit of courage, what right did Yang Tian have to represent the strongest existence in the Human Realm?

Thinking this, Yang Tian took a step forward: "Give me three days. If I cannot improve the Divine Martial Arts you teach me, then you can do with me as you please!"

"Very well, such boldness!"

Xiao Ming nodded approvingly.

He then sat down, and his soul emerged, displaying the Divine Martial Arts in midair.

"The Divine Martial Arts I will teach you will use the soul as the main body for its execution,"

Xiao Ming’s voice sounded.

Yang Tian intently watched Xiao Ming’s soul perform the Divine Martial Arts in midair, but gradually, he shook his head. This so-called Divine Martial Arts, being performed by the soul, was completely obscured to him.

He sat down, his soul emerged, floating in front of Xiao Ming, observing the Divine Martial Arts closely.

Xiao Ming taught Yang Tian only ten Divine Martial Arts techniques.

But these techniques, all executed with the soul, had immensely destructive power.

Honestly, they were even more formidable than the Heaven-shattering Divine Palm.

Within Yihua Palace, the hierarchy was strict. Core Disciples had their own Divine Martial Arts and Cultivation Techniques, all superior to those of Inner Sect Disciples.

Xiao Ming displayed the Divine Martial Arts in midair, and time passed swiftly.

In less than a few minutes, Xiao Ming’s soul returned to his body. He remarked nonchalantly, "Yang Tian, work on improving the Divine Martial Arts I taught you. Three days from now, I’ll return. If you can’t improve them, I’ll take your pathetic life!"

Xiao Ming spoke coldly and then left.

Yang Tian frowned.

Seeing Xiao Ming perform just once and then leave, he was displeased.

For the first few moves, Yang Tian’s soul hadn’t emerged, and he couldn’t see anything clearly.

Now he was in trouble.

Yang Tian’s soul returned to his body. He stood up, intending to leave the Cultivation Room to find the Drunkard.

But a stern voice sounded, and he saw two Inner Sect Disciples blocking the doorway: "Master instructed that you can only stay in the Cultivation Room. Whatever cultivation resources you need, we’ll provide them!"

Yang Tian frowned.

He still wanted to leave the Cultivation Room and find the Drunkard to improve the Divine Martial Arts.

After all, he learned the Heaven-shattering Divine Palm from the Drunkard too.

But being trapped in the Cultivation Room was a real problem for Yang Tian.

"Get back. In three days, life or death depends on your skills."

The male disciple taunted.

A flash of murderous intent appeared in Yang Tian’s eyes as he executed the Heaven-shattering Divine Palm, striking the male disciple in the chest.

Boom!

The male disciple flew backward, landing heavily, already half-dead.

"You audacious fiend, how dare you injure Brother Chen!"

The female disciple’s face changed drastically as she helped up the male disciple and shouted for help.

Soon, a group of Inner Sect Disciples flocked over, surrounding Yang Tian: "This fiend dares to attack his fellow disciple. Such treachery cannot be allowed. How will we explain this to Master if we don’t execute him today?"

They said as they unleashed their Divine Martial Arts towards Yang Tian.

A trace of killing intent flashed in Yang Tian’s eyes. He initially planned to cultivate quietly, but they pushed him to the brink; if he didn’t resist, he would be left to die.

Expecting him to improve the Divine Martial Arts of the Core Disciples was essentially demanding his life.

He didn’t possess the Drunkard’s level of insight.

Moreover, it took the Drunkard over a decade to gain that little bit of insight, let alone Yang Tian.

"Stop!"

But at that moment, an authoritative voice rang out.

Two elders approached, one being Xiao Ming and the other, a mysterious elder Yang Tian had seen beside Hua Tiandu in the hall.

This elder’s identity was mysterious and likely not just a simple elder.

Upon seeing Xiao Ming and the mysterious elder, Yang Tian frowned.

"Master, Yang Tian has committed a grave offense by injuring Brother Chen, and Brother Chen appears to be severely injured!"

The disciples urgently reported to Xiao Ming.

Xiao Ming glanced at Brother Chen, his eyes flashing an ominous gleam: "Yang Tian, you hit him hard!"

Yang Tian sneered coldly.

He was prepared to fight his way out, knowing he had the Nuwa Divine Technique. Even if Hua Tiandu came over, he was confident in escaping.

"Master, Yang Tian has attacked and injured a fellow disciple. I suggest immediate execution!"

"If other disciples learn that we tolerate such treachery, they will certainly mock us!"

"These are the rules. Yang Tian broke them and must die!"

The disciples clamored together.

Yang Tian sneered again; he didn’t mind fighting his way out.

However, he wasn’t sure how to explain it to the Drunkard, but given the circumstances, he had no choice but to act.

Just as he was about to make a move, the mysterious elder suddenly spoke: "Elder Xiao, haven’t you already taught Yang Tian the Core Disciples’ Divine Martial Arts? Give him three days. If he fails to improve, killing him then would be proper!"

Hearing the elder’s words, Xiao Ming nodded: "The Palace Master is right. Yang Tian, this is your last chance. If you cannot improve the Divine Martial Arts in three days, I will kill you without any doubts."

"Master..."

The other disciples became anxious.

But Xiao Ming waved his hand: "My mind is made up. Guard the Cultivation Room. If Yang Tian dares to leave, kill him!"

"Yes!"

The disciples finally relented.

In their eyes, Yang Tian was doomed, whether now or in three days.

"I heard he even wants to participate in the martial tournament? Hah, a man at death’s door!"

The disciples cursed.

"Yang Tian, make the most of this chance."

The Palace Master said with a hint of a smile.

Yang Tian glanced at Xiao Ming and the Palace Master, then walked back into the Cultivation Room. After shutting the door, he enclosed the room with Divine Breath, isolating it from the outside world.

He sat down, operating the Nuwa Divine Technique within him, trying to restore his strength and prepare to fight his way out.

But at that moment, a voice suddenly filtered through: "Student, by using the Nuwa Divine Technique, you can remove the dross from the Yihua Palace’s Divine Martial Arts and distill the essence, at which point you will naturally grasp the true meaning of it."

It was the Drunkard!