Chapter 12: Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Scripture

  Until the sky had begun to brighten, Wei Yixiao somewhat impatiently said in a low voice: "Youngster, what exactly do you want to do? Sneaking around like this, what kind of scheme are you cooking up?"

  Wu Ming put his finger to his lips and whispered, pointing downwards: "It should be soon, just wait a bit and there will be an explanation."

  Wei smiled again and calmed down, looking down, still couldn't understand what Wu Ming meant, but that cold gaze became even colder.

  "Huh? There's actually someone here? Kid, how did you know there was someone there?" Wei Yi smiled strangely and looked at Wu Ming, clearly he hadn't expected to see a grey-clothed youth sneakily emerging from the narrow gap halfway up the mountain.

  Wu Ming shook his head, smiling mysteriously: "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed, saying too much will incur heavenly punishment. Alright, let's go down too, but don't get discovered by him again or we'll have to run away again."

  "Hey, do you need to say this?"

  The Azure Winged Bat King let out a strange whistle from his mouth as he grabbed Wu Ming's body and jumped down, the whole person was like a giant bat, stepping on it several times before landing steadily on the stone platform.

  "Who are you?" The young man stuttered as he saw the sudden appearance of Wei Yixiao and Wu Ming, his face filled with fear.

  Wu Ming thought to himself: This little guy, he really knows how to put on an act! No wonder he snatched the leadership of the Ming Cult and is now ambitiously trying to conquer Western Xia's martial arts world. But this also has something to do with Zhang Wuji's upbringing - his parents died early, he was deceived by people, almost died several times, and wandered for a long time. If someone with such an experience still remained as naive as before, that wouldn't be naivety, but rather cowardice, or even uselessness.

  Wu Ming saw Wei Yixiao was about to go and grab Zhang Wuji, so he hastily shouted: "Bat King, don't move him, he's also considered half a Ming Cult disciple."

  "Oh? Young one, you're also a disciple of the Ming Cult?" Wei Yi Xiao asked in surprise, but his heart was secretly shocked by Wu Ming's fabricated master, wondering if he could really be so omniscient despite being thousands of miles away. Did he know someone was here? And that this person was a Ming Cult disciple too?

  Previously, Wu Ming didn't say anything, just letting Wei Yixiao misunderstand. It's clear that Wei Yixiao indeed misunderstood and thought it was his master Tianji Lao Ren who calculated it, after all, even if he racked his brains, he wouldn't have thought that Wu Ming came from an outside world, and had a deep understanding of this martial arts plane.

  "I, I, I......" Zhang Wuji took a step back in fear. Although he had been practicing the Nine Yang Scripture for over a year, he still didn't have the ability to counterattack when facing an old antique like Wei Yixiao. As he retreated, he thought about his strategy, but after all, he was only 16 or 17 years old and not as cunning as Wu Ming, who had lived two lifetimes, especially since Wu Ming used to be on Earth, where it seemed like there were countless instances of deception.

  Wu Ming walked over and squatted in front of Zhang Wuji, saying in a low voice: "Your real name is Zhang Wuji, you're probably around 16 or 17 years old. Your father is Zhang Cuishan from Wudang Mountain, your mother is Yin Susu, the daughter of White Eyebrow Eagle King. Your foster father is Xie Xun, the Golden Lion King, who has lost his sight and is currently wandering overseas without returning. You possess the Dragon Slaying Knife, but Purple Bamboo Dragon King has been searching for Xie Xun's whereabouts in the coastal areas to seize the knife. Due to being poisoned by the Xuanming Palm of the two old men from Xuanming, you were taken by Wudang Sect leader Zhang Sanfeng to find the Nine Yang True Classic to cure your injury. The two of you accidentally got separated, and you wandered around saving a person from the Ming Cult. You then went to Butterfly Valley to receive treatment from Hu Qingniu, but due to the grudge between Yang Zuo and Hu Qingniu, Hu was killed. You sent Yang Buwei to the Bright Summit. On the way, you accidentally fell off a cliff and entered this cave world, where you obtained the Nine Yang True Classic hidden in the White Ape's belly by Xiangxiangzi and Yin Kexi. Haha, Zhang Wuji, did I say anything wrong?

  "You, who are you? How do you know so much? No, no way, it's impossible......" Zhang Wuji was indeed not scared, the young man in front of him seemed to be following him closely, everything was clear and transparent. Just like when he mentioned the Golden Lion King, looking at his blinking eyes, this young man probably also knew the specific address of his godfather? And when talking about the Butterfly Valley again, it became even more obvious, directly mentioning names and surnames, you know that not many outsiders know these things! But who is that Purple Bamboo Dragon King who is searching for his godfather?

  "Wuji brothers, I know your strength is higher than mine, but the Nine Yang Scripture should be brought out. That senior, although he adheres to the rules and never lays a hand on fellow sect members, his illness can only be cured by the Nine Yang Scripture. Moreover, you're only half a Ming Cult disciple, having never formally joined the Ming Cult."

  Wei smiled, his martial arts skills were among the few top-notch ones in this world of martial arts. Although Wu Ming's voice was low, he still heard it clearly. If there were any doubts before, now it was time to put on a cold smile and use some psychological tactics. After all, even if they didn't fight, they could still intimidate each other. The Nine Yang True Classic was indeed urgently needed!

  Zhang Wuji's face was somewhat uncertain, and finally he gritted his teeth and pulled out four books from his bosom. "This is the Nine Yang Scripture, you can see for yourselves!"

  Wu Ming took over the Nine Yang True Classic, and his heart was filled with joy. He had already heard the system's prompt tone in his mind.

  "Obtained the quasi-divine internal skill manual 'Nine Yang True Classic' in four volumes. Do you want to learn it?"

  Wu Ming hastily said in his heart: Yes. Then, even if he didn't look back, the full text of Jiuyang Zhenjing appeared in his mind, but the proficiency was only 1%.

  "Vey Bat King, for you!" Wu Ming paused for a moment before tossing the scripture to Vey Yixiao, which eased Vey's smile slightly. This kid was quite good, and hadn't even sneaked a peek!

  Wu Ming smiled and said: "Wei Bat King, I have fulfilled our agreement, don't you think..."

  "Hmm, don't worry, kid. Although I'm a member of the Ming Cult and people say I'm a great villain, what I say is as solid as nails - I won't go back on my word. Let me take a look at this Nine Suns Scripture first, then I'll send you down the mountain." Wei Yixiao couldn't wait to open the scripture.

  Wu Ming secretly smiled to himself, this old man must have gone mad. Can the Nine Yang True Classic be cultivated casually by you? Heh heh, in the end it's likely that all his efforts will be for nothing.

  As expected, after finishing the four volumes of scriptures, Wei Yixiao's face suddenly showed a look of disappointment. The Nine Yang True Classic is indeed a pseudo-divine technique, and its mysteries are indeed extraordinary, but Wei Yixiao found that the running method of the heart in it is not on the same path as his own heart method at all. If he were to cultivate it, even the true energy he had cultivated for hundreds of years would be dissolved, and no one would be willing to give up such a thing.

  If it's just that you can't bear to part with it, then so be it. But if your internal energy is all dissipated, can the Nine Yang Scripture cultivate itself to completion? You're already one or two hundred years old; if you were to start cultivating now, you wouldn't be able to reach that level of true energy in a short period of time. This body might have already withered and died by then.

  "Alas, it seems heaven wants to destroy me!" Wei Wuxian smiled wistfully and tossed the True Scripture to Zhang Wuji, shaking his head in a scene of utter desolation.