“？？？“
Lu Yinghua, munching on a peach, looked at Luo Chen with puzzlement, who was lost in thought.
He couldn’t understand why his junior uncle’s expression had turned so complicated, simply because he’d given the investigation result.
It was just an ordinary Japanese, wasn’t it?
If he wanted to, he didn’t even need to lift a finger; a single word would suffice, and there would be countless people willing to take care of that Japanese.
He wouldn’t mind lending a hand if his junior uncle asked.
Even if that Japanese’s grandfather knew many powerful individuals, they were nothing but scum before his master.
He wondered if his master would dare to kill both grandfather and grandson; even if Japan knew, they wouldn't dare to utter a single word.
To please his master, they would probably take care of the matter themselves, for his master's fearsome reputation was well-known. He was an extremely terrifying and untouchable existence.
This was the might of the Godslayer. No need to talk about how a word could decide one's life, it was even easier for him to decide the fate of a nation.
How dare a small island like Japan provoke the wrath of a Godslayer?
“Junior Uncle…”
“It’s nothing, just start your cultivation.”
“Okay.”
Although he wanted to inquire and offer help, he saw that Luo Chen didn't want to continue, so Lu Yinghua didn't persist. He walked outside the thatched hut, facing east, and began his breathing exercises.
In the morning, peach blossoms bloomed vibrantly on the branches. A gust of wind blew, causing petals to fall like dancing butterflies or fluttering snowflakes.
Soft golden light rose in the sky, like boundless hope, gradually dispersing the chill from the earth.
At sunrise, all sounds ceased. The world was bathed in a colorful splendor, as radiant as brocade.
In an instant, thousands of golden rays of light pierced through the treetops, and the sky reflected the dawn's glow.
“Inhale… exhale…”
Two young men sat facing the rising sun, their bodies enveloped in the light as they breathed.
Then, Luo Chen, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly raised his arms, his right index finger pointing to the sky, and his left index finger pointing to the ground.
With each breath, wisps of white air exhaled, swirling around his head, refusing to dissipate.
The white air gradually became thicker, transforming into a white fog, completely obscuring his face and even spreading to his entire body.
“Crack! Pop!”
Then, between breaths, there were sounds of bones cracking, like popping beans.
“What?!”
This miraculous scene instantly startled Lu Yinghua, who was sitting nearby. He stared at Luo Chen, enveloped by the mist, with wide eyes.
He knew what it meant.
His junior uncle had mastered the "Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies, I Alone am Supreme" technique!
It was impossible, it defied logic.
He had followed his master in cultivation since childhood, but even after all these years, he hadn't even reached the 入门 (entry level) of this technique.
But Luo Chen, in just a year, had not only entered the 入门 but had also mastered it. How could he not be dumbfounded?
He watched as the fog spread, forcing him to retreat, engulfing even the peach orchard.
While providing protective support, Lu Yinghua stared at the hazy figure in the mist, his mind filled with shock and disbelief.
“Swish!”
At that moment, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared, interrupting Lu Yinghua's thoughts.
“Master!”
“Hmm, double your training from now on.”
“…Yes.”
Needless to say, it was Luo Hao.
She first gazed at the mist with a mixture of joy and excitement, then briefly looked at her disciple, who was bowing, before leaving a statement that made Lu Yinghua's heart sink even more, then disappeared into the mist.
“Sigh——”
Let's not talk about Lu Yinghua, who was lamenting, and focus on Luo Chen.
After taking a deep breath, his previously tense mood was lifted by the joy of mastering the "Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies, I Alone am Supreme" technique.
Yes, it was the infamous Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies, I Alone am Supreme technique from a certain wuxia novel!
Also known as the Heavenly Mountain Child Maiden Technique, but with a "Luo Hao Edition" label.
It was unknown whether the ancient times in the Godslayer world happened to coincide with a certain wuxia world, or if the leader had traveled to the world of 天龙八部 (Tianlong Babu), but among the many martial arts she knew, this one was present.
But unlike the original wuxia work, this internal technique, though incredibly powerful and capable of preserving youth, had a drawback: every thirty years, the practitioner would revert to their childhood.
Furthermore, after returning to childhood, their martial arts skills would revert back to the initial stage. To regain those skills, they would need to practice daily, each day equaling a year.
However, the leader's version allowed her to rapidly cultivate energy (咒力) in a short period, equivalent to two months of regular training, at the cost of becoming youthful for a while.
Perhaps it was due to some modification or revision by the leader.
That wasn't important. What mattered was that Luo Chen had mastered it in just a year!
It should be known that this technique required a foundation of the highest level of internal energy before it could be cultivated.
Hadn't Lu Yinghua been cultivating for years without even reaching the 入门?
He simply didn’t have enough internal energy, but Luo Chen had broken this rule, leaving him dumbfounded.
Luo Chen wasn’t surprised, for it was due to his diligent effort over the past year and the leader's meticulous instruction, and secondly, as a transmigrator, he was naturally different.