A Long Grind to Daoist Monarch-Chapter 95 - 94: Heavenly Demon Nine Moltings, the Essence of Martial Dao

"Skin Training Secret Technique?"

As soon as these four words were spoken, the martial arts masters who were accepting disciples at the hall were all moved.

They all wore expressions of incredulous doubt, yet a faint hint of hope surfaced in their eyes.

Among the Four Great Martial Arts Practices, the first two stages, Muscle Training, Bone Training, can be achieved if you are willing to endure hardship and are dedicated.

Through day-and-night perseverance like water wearing down stone, over ten or twenty years, you can achieve a small success.

Of course, the prerequisite is that the foundation cannot be too poor, eating gruel at every meal until you're skinny as a reed.

Such a body cannot be used to nourish Qi and blood, and would instead suffer due to excessive consumption, reducing one's already limited lifespan.

But Skin Training and Qi Cultivation, these two levels, are truly difficult at every step.

Any martial artist who enters the Third-Training or Fourth-Training will encounter the legendary "bottleneck."

It's like walking forward and hitting solid obstacles formed by bronze walls.

Unable to move forward, one either chooses to abandon the breakthrough and remain trapped for life;

or continues to clash and accumulate repeatedly until finally breaking through.

And the reason for such a situation is simple.

The postures and frameworks of stance training, the methods of Qi control and guidance, these external skills are not complicated; as long as you master them with heart and research repeatedly, you will improve.

But entering the Third-Training, intending to cultivate the Water and Fire Immortal Robe, involves intricate areas such as the five organs and bowels, where slight carelessness in exertion can lead to mild cases of vomiting blood or severe cases of sudden death.

At this point, what is needed is no longer talent or perception, but a clear and lucid path ahead.

Which is what is called the "Secret Technique."

These extremely precious fundamental inheritances often come from prominent sects and rarely spread outside.

Not to mention recognizing sworn brothers, even father and son may not necessarily entrust such knowledge.

The hall was filled with numerous martial arts experts.

Running a martial arts hall, being a Tributor, seems imposing.

But truly stepping onto the path of cultivating the Water and Fire Immortal Robe, with hopes of breaking the bottleneck among Third-Training Martial Artists, there wasn't a single person.

Most of them were likely hindered by this issue; otherwise, why would they be content to remain in Black River County, guarding a wealthy livelihood? 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Do you think I'm deceiving you? Hahaha, frogs in a well, indeed narrow in vision."

Tall, slim monk pressed a palm on Mu Chun of Broken Blade Sect, his eyes deep.

"All your life you've practiced martial arts, yet you only know of it, not the reason behind it.

May I ask everyone, what is the essence of Martial Dao?

Various fists and kicks, you've trained tiger forms, eagle forms, horse forms, snake forms... why do we imitate the running postures of beasts and birds, striking in an instant, deriving techniques?"

This Fourth-in-charge, why is he still such a talkative person?

Lei Xiong furrowed his brows slightly, quietly retreating behind the crowd, preparing to find the right moment to quietly leave.

He had finally endured hard labor to become a clear-standing Fishery Honored.

Boarding Red Eyebrow's pirate ship was no different than Longevity Star hanging himself – seeking death!

Tall, slim monk's pupils were oily green, his Qi and blood surged violently, with blue-black scales faintly growing on his forehead, behind the ears, cheeks, and neck, like primordial large python, exuding a chilling atmosphere.

"The foundation of Martial Dao lies in 'imitation'!

All things in heaven and earth, there's all about being weak following strong, strong dominating weak!

The Human Race, especially so! The so-called martial arts, divided into superior, intermediate, and inferior techniques; inferior techniques train muscles through the leaping of birds and beasts!

Intermediate techniques perfect combat methods with the ferocity of tigers and leopards! Superior techniques integrate and refine combat methods, striving to emulate divine essence… But birds and beasts, tigers, leopards, flood dragons, pythons, are ultimately animals, lacking a touch of true spirituality, challenging to glimpse the peak of Four Great Practices!

Therefore, predecessors in martial arts considered demons!

Various spirits consume Heaven and Earth Spiritual Mechanism to form potential, aren't they the best imitation objects?"

Protected by his father, Han Li raised his brows, suddenly enlightened as if awakening from a revelation, as if seeing a broader world.

He couldn't help but think:

"The Celestial Eagle Martial Arts Hall teaches Celestial Eagle Nine Techniques, Fanziquan, Flying Kite Skill... all ponder eagle hunting, involve methods of tendon grasping and pulse capturing, training all shapes of birds!

Tigers and leopards are more fierce than humans, so we observe and imitate, create techniques.

Those 'demons' occupying deep mountains and forests, waters and marshes, are even more terrifying…"

Tall, slim monk's words not only greatly touched Han Yang, but even Zhu Wan from Divine Hand Sect squinted, contemplating before asking:

"Fourth-in-charge, the Skin Training Secret Technique you learned, is it imitating... demons?"

"Indeed! This technique is called 'Celestial Demon Nine Transfigurations'! It allows one's body to resemble a snake's, undergoing nine 'sheddings,' thereby achieving an incomparably perfect Water and Fire Immortal Robe!

Even the treasured secret texts of prominent sects, I dare say, may not be better!"

Zhu Wan's throat moved, his eyes slightly trembled:

"Nine times? Shedding? This already transcends the scope of superior cultivation techniques!"

Tall, slim monk chuckled:

"How about it? You help me out, draw on the blood of ten thousand people to celebrate the birth of the Demon King, and I will decide to teach you this 'Celestial Demon Nine Transfigurations.'

As sincerity, I can even first pay half the 'deposit,' all of you martial arts masters have discerning eyes and should recognize its value."

When a couple of pages scribbled with dragon twists and snake turns were handed over, Han Yang of Celestial Eagle Martial Arts Hall fell silent.

The coldness containing the savage fierceness of the demon class was indeed impossible to fake.

The ideas regarding exerting strength, tearing muscle and skin, inch by inch enduring and transforming were truly wonderful.

"Brother Zhu, Brother Mu, what do you think?"

Han Yang's grayish skin trembled, clearly his heart was not calm.

"Ten thousand people? There are plenty of laboring immigrants in Black River County, right?"

Zhu Wan tightly pinched the few pages he had received, fearing they might be taken away.

"That's not correct, the laboring immigrants working for wealthy households lack several pounds of flesh, their spirits are numb like zombies, how could they be worthy of being the ceremonial sacrifice for celebration?