Jinchuan sneaked into the underground palace to intercept, and Wang Xuan thought that a fierce bloody conflict might occur, but after a brief collision, both sides quickly retreated.
Wang Xuan realized that the relationship between the two parties was complicated.
On the return journey, the atmosphere in the small spacecraft was heavy. There was a big hole in Harrier's chest, his upper body was covered in blood, and his body was cold.
Several other groups also suffered casualties and left with their people on their backs.
Qing Mu said: "I will transfer some money to Yaozi's family privately later."
He was wearing a green mask, his expression could not be seen, and he spoke calmly, "You get used to it after seeing it many times. Those who survive are explorers, and those who die are just passers-by.
Wang Xuan was silent. That was a living creature, as strong as a tiger or leopard not long ago, but now it was covered with white cloth.
Such an adventure can no longer be described as tense, exciting, and mysterious. It gradually reveals its terrifying side, with participants wandering between life and death.
Regarding the Qingcheng Mountain operation, the expedition organization had conducted an internal assessment and found that its risk index was not high.
Aoki revealed that some expeditions occasionally encounter unnatural phenomena that cannot be explained by common sense, which is terrifying.
Hei Hu was polishing the alloy knife, Feng Zheng closed his eyes, and Lao Mu sighed. They were in low spirits and didn't want to talk. It was obvious that they had experienced this kind of thing more than once.
They have already forgotten how many groups of companions they have had.
"I'll save money for another two years and then retire completely." Feng Zheng suddenly said.
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The return journey was smooth. The spaceship landed at a manor in the suburbs, and then several cars took Hei Hu, Lao Mu and others away.
In the manor, Qingmu kept Wang Xuan to talk.
"You can keep the five-page golden book for yourself. It may be a powerful physical skill, but I think it is something that is extremely difficult to practice. You must be mentally prepared."
Aoki felt a headache after reading only the first page of the golden book. This involved the resonance of the internal organs, the exertion of force, blood transfusion and rebirth, etc. He had heard of this kind of thing before.
"A long time ago, there was a master of the old arts in Nova who practiced something similar to this and ended up killing himself."
Wang Xuan was stunned when he heard this.
Studying old techniques, can you actually kill yourself?!
"It involves blood transfusion and regeneration of internal organs. Although it only activates some organs, it is extremely tempting to the Grandmaster. Once mastered, he will definitely live for decades longer."
He was a master, but he still died. This is a bit scary.
In modern times, the old art has long since fallen into decline, and it is extremely rare to find someone who can reach the highest level of this art and be called a master.
I guess it’s hard to find it in this era.
"Don't disbelieve me. In the early years, the new star dug up a lot of good things, so naturally some people were able to achieve great success. Of course, over the past few decades, the old skills have become less and less valued, and this 'field' has been completely abandoned."
What Aoki said can be confirmed by the news from Xinxing. It seems that Xinxing had discovered some supernatural phenomena decades ago and had already started to explore them?
"You have to keep calm. This kind of thing can't be mastered just by your determination. Just looking at the first page, I just tried it and it didn't work. My five internal organs felt like they were being cut by a knife." Aoki was actually trembling.
He turned around, quickly took off his green mask and wiped the cold sweat off his face. He gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently. A quick glance at his profile showed that it was extremely pale and bloodless.
He calmed down his turbulent blood and returned the golden book to Wang Xuan. Although he was somewhat reluctant, he was an extraordinary person after all and controlled his emotions.
"Don't try it, this is a death warrant!" Aoki warned again. He didn't dare to read the next few pages, fearing that he would not be able to control himself one day and end up killing himself.
Wang Xuan's face was solemn. For the first time, he realized that practicing physical skills could be so dangerous. It was even more excessive than practicing root skills.
"Root techniques are the roots of the old techniques, improving your inner physical and spiritual qualities, while taijutsu are the trunk and branches, demonstrating your strength on the outside."
Going back to ancient times and rising to mythology, the descriptions of physical skills are even more exaggerated, highlighting methods such as... throwing elephants and cutting off rivers.
Wang Xuan handed over the silver animal skin scroll, which was the goal of the expedition organization this time.
Qingmu wants to take the silver scripture away and find someone to evaluate it. If the value is far beyond imagination, he will give Wang Xuan compensation.
Wang Xuan put forward his own request, saying: "If you can decipher those words, please give me an annotation."
"No problem, after all, it was you who discovered it and brought it back." Aoki told him that the expedition organization was not stingy with its own people.
Before leaving, Qingmu reminded Wang Xuan again not to be reckless, as the physical skills in the golden book might be of great significance, and practicing them directly could lead to death.
He seriously suspected that it might be something left behind by Zhang Daoling.
Wang Xuan took a deep breath and was really shocked this time. Could the five pages of golden paper be related to him?
If you think about it carefully, it is really possible. There is a saying that Zhang Daoling lived in Qingcheng Mountain in his later years and finally passed away there.
Wang Xuan suddenly felt that the five pages of gold paper might be as good as the silver scroll. He put it away solemnly and planned to study it carefully and thoroughly after returning.
Aoki agreed to let him take the scanner and arranged a car to take him back to the city.
Wang Xuan returned to the campus, packed up and prepared to leave. Today was the deadline and the old art experimental class was completely over.
He only had some clothes to change into and no big luggage, so he could just put on his backpack and leave. It was simple and quick.
Wang Xuan turned around and took one last look at the familiar scenery: the tall teaching building, the clear Ling Lake, the Cui Garden with dancing leaves... He turned and left.
Everything behind him is over, and from now on he will officially plunge into the big dye vat of society.
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