Chapter 004: Making Up Stories

This was very interesting.

Although he wasn't sure where Wang Bo came from, how could an ordinary person's shoes be spotless after climbing all the way up?

Even the old Daoist Chunyang himself, coming from the foot of the mountain to the main hall, would have some dust on his shoes. Even with decades of skill, he couldn't constantly circulate his inner energy around his feet to keep dust away.

That would not only be ridiculous but also extremely draining.

If he did that every day, unless he had centuries of skill, he simply couldn't sustain it.

Therefore, he had some confidence in Wang Bo. Though this young man seemed ordinary, he might be a master who had rejuvenated.

"Please sit, lay benefactor. May I ask your name?"

"My name is Wang Bo, and this is my friend, Diana."

Wang Bo and Diana sat down and introduced themselves briefly. Two observant young Daoists immediately served tea. Wang Bo took a sip and didn't drink a second.

The tea was good, no doubt, but merely good.

It was nowhere near the level of the tea Wang Bo drank daily.

Old Daoist Chunyang noticed this but said nothing. Instead, he smiled and said, "Your visit today brings great honor to our Quanzhen Sect. I..."

"Let's skip the pleasantries." Wang Bo was eager to see what martial arts Wang Chongyang had created in this world and didn't want to waste time exchanging flattery. He interrupted, "I came to your Quanzhen Sect today for two purposes: one is to deal with Ding Chunqiu, and the other is to exchange martial arts with your sect."

This caused many Quanzhen Daoists to glare angrily, and quite a few frowned inwardly, thinking Wang Bo was extremely rude for not letting their sect leader finish speaking.

It was utterly outrageous.

But Old Daoist Chunyang remained calm, smiling as he said, "It's only natural for martial artists to exchange skills. What would you like to discuss?"

He also wanted to use this opportunity to test whether this young man could really deal with Ding Chunqiu.

Wang Bo said, "I heard your Quanzhen Sect was founded by Wang Chongyang."

"Indeed."

"The Innate Skill is Wang Chongyang's greatest achievement."

"Correct." Old Daoist Chunyang nodded.

Wang Bo clapped his hands and said, "Perfect. I happen to have a martial arts manual called the Nine Yang Divine Skill, also created by Wang Chongyang. How about we exchange these two martial arts?"

"Nine Yang Divine Skill?" Old Daoist Chunyang felt he had heard of this skill somewhere. He said skeptically, "As far as I know, our founder Wang Chongyang never created a Nine Yang Divine Skill."

"That's because you're ignorant." Wang Bo said bluntly.

Old Daoist Chunyang: "..."

The other Quanzhen Daoists were furious. A sarcastic voice came from the crowd, "What kind of martial art is the Nine Yang Divine Skill? Never heard of it. How can it compare to our Quanzhen Sect's Innate Skill? Some third-rate skill dares to bear our founder's name?"

Old Daoist Chunyang was pleased inside but his face changed to anger. "Silence! Do not be rude to our honored guest."

Wang Bo rolled his eyes. Old Daoist Chunyang's face showed feigned anger, but who knew how pleased he really was. Still, Wang Bo didn't care, since he had been impolite himself.

"If you don't believe me, I can recite a passage of the formula for you."

Wang Bo immediately recited the general outline of the Nine Yang Divine Skill. After hearing a few lines, Old Daoist Chunyang's expression shifted unpredictably. As the head of Quanzhen Sect and a top expert in the martial world, his martial arts knowledge was profound.

Just from those few lines, he could tell that the Nine Yang Divine Skill was extremely profound—a top-tier divine skill.

But what unsettled him even more was that the core philosophy of this Nine Yang Divine Skill bore some resemblance to the Innate Skill. That was astonishing.

Every martial art is the crystallization of its creator's effort.

It contains not only the creator's techniques but also their martial philosophy.

The Innate Skill was Wang Chongyang's work, so it naturally embodied his philosophy.

But if the Nine Yang Divine Skill's core philosophy was similar to the Innate Skill's, even coinciding in some parts, could it really have been created by Wang Chongyang?

But the problem was, he had never heard that the founder had created a Nine Yang Divine Skill.

If Wang Chongyang had truly created a Nine Yang Divine Skill, why would it be outside the sect instead of within Quanzhen?

The sect records clearly stated that after founding Quanzhen, Wang Chongyang rarely left and spent his later years there, even passing away in the sect, with his funeral handled by his disciples.

Logically, no martial art should have been lost outside, especially not such a top-tier one.

Old Daoist Chunyang was utterly puzzled.

Wait, his surname is Wang.

Old Daoist Chunyang's eyes twitched. He thought he might understand something. He hadn't forgotten that the founder of Quanzhen was also surnamed Wang.

Admittedly, Wang Chongyang never married.

But Wang Chongyang wasn't born from a stone; he had parents and siblings. Could it be that this Lay Wang was a descendant of the founder's siblings?

Back then, Wang Chongyang was famous throughout the land, founded Quanzhen Sect, and left the Innate Skill as the sect's supreme art.

But perhaps he had secretly created another skill, the Nine Yang Divine Skill, and passed it to his siblings as the Wang family's heritage.

That wasn't impossible.

Now that Ding Chunqiu was about to attack Quanzhen, and the sect was weak and unable to resist,

the Wang family, upon hearing the news, might have come to help out of consideration that Quanzhen was founded by Wang Chongyang. That would be reasonable. If he himself knew that the family of Wang Chongyang's lineage was facing disaster, he wouldn't stand idly by.

After reciting a passage of the Nine Yang Divine Skill's general outline, Wang Bo noticed Old Daoist Chunyang was distracted and stopped, asking, "What do you think of my Nine Yang Divine Skill?"

Old Daoist Chunyang snapped back and praised, "Profound and extensive, truly astonishing."

Wang Bo smiled and said, "Today, besides dealing with Ding Chunqiu, I also want to exchange the Nine Yang Divine Skill for the Innate Skill. What do you think, old Daoist?"

"This..." Old Daoist Chunyang agreed inwardly but hesitated outwardly.

Wang Bo looked at him calmly. He believed Old Daoist Chunyang was a sensible man.

Sure enough, after a moment's thought, Old Daoist Chunyang slowly said, "Alright, I agree!"