Fifty-two nosebleeds

  "You didn't mention it and I really forgot!" Tang Yan said with a light tap on his forehead.

  "But let's get back to the point, how did you become like a pig head? Who beat you up like this, was it those three thugs outside?" The old man asked Tang Yan with a puzzled expression.

  Tang Yan didn't want the old man to know that he was beaten up by a woman, so he told the old man about the three Dou Huang outside. When the old man heard Tang Yan's words, he began to fall silent, for the things in the forbidden land were not allowed to be disturbed by others.

  "I didn't think things would develop so quickly, I thought that with the space here and my guidance, you could reach the level of a Dou Saint in just one year, and no one on the continent would dare to touch your hair!" The old man said.

  "Right, that Dan technique, you haven't passed it down to me yet, have you? The Flame of Alchemy!" Tang Yan said, as if he had just remembered something.

  "Alchemical flames? Ha ha, you don't need to worry about that. After absorbing the dragon soul, you'll have the dragon's alchemical flames. Those alchemical flames are just ordinary fire flames. Of course, if you want alchemical flames, I can pass on a supreme fire-based heart method to you. However, this is Snow Territory, and it's not suitable for practicing fire-based heart methods. Unless... unless you absorb the dragon soul and enter the Dragon Ring to cultivate!"

  "Alright, give it to me now!" Tang Yan wasn't afraid of being a jack-of-all-trades because there was a space here that compressed time. If others learned too many martial skills, it really wasn't a good thing, because in one's lifetime, time was limited. But for Tang Yan, it was the opposite - he had all the time he needed right here.

  "Take it away!" The old man threw a red book at Tang Yan and said.

  "By the way, I heard that guy outside say that the human physique on the mainland is divided into five systems. Which one do I belong to?" Tang Yan asked.

  "You're a six!" The old man replied to him.

  "What's with the 'Six Systems'?" Tang Yan asked, somewhat perplexed.

  Wu Xiang, Tang Yan knew, but he said it was Liu Xiang, and Tang Yan became confused. However, Tang Yan believed that he wouldn't deceive himself. The so-called Liu Xiang included what Lao Lei had just mentioned, the last one being Qi Xiang. As soon as Tang Yan heard Qi Xiang, he became even more confused. He had heard of Qigong before, but Qi Xiang was something he didn't understand.

  "You're not going to tell me I'm the last Airbender, are you?" Tang Yan joked, recalling a movie plot.

  "Good job, you're right! You are the last Qi Zong Master on this continent. When you successfully absorb a dragon soul, you will understand!" The old man replied to him.

  "Qizong? Isn't that very powerful?" Tang Yan asked.

  "Nonsense! Alright, I won't disturb your cultivation anymore. But remember, don't practice the Fire Heart Method here!" The old man replied to Tang Yan.

  "Oh!"

  Next, Tang Yan didn't continue to cultivate, but instead exited the snowy realm and went to find Lei Lao. Unexpectedly, Lei Lao was sitting in his room, nursing his wounds. When he saw Tang Yan come in, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he thought that Tang Yan had already decided to acknowledge him as his master.

  Seeing his smiling face, Tang Yan also felt a bit embarrassed, scratching his head with a smile, without saying a word. Lei Xian asked Tang Yan first: "Have you decided to take me as your master and follow me back to the Zhong Sect?"

  "No, I just want to ask you a question!" Tang Yan said without wanting to pour cold water on him.

  "What is it? Ask away!" Lei Lao's smile immediately disappeared from his face when he heard that it wasn't to ask him to be a master, and he looked at this ignorant guy with a serious expression.

  "Excuse me, may I ask if there is a guardian beast within your sect?" Tang Yan asked.

  "This is still a question, let alone my sect, even if it's a third-rate small school, you ask this, are you thinking of asking if the magic beast in my sect is thunder-based?" Lao Lei said with some disdain for this ignorant kid.

  "No, I just wanted to ask what level your family's demon beast is!" Tang Yan asked with a smile.

  "Eight stages!" He didn't bother responding to Tang Yan's boring words.

  "Oh, nothing's wrong then, you can rest well!" When Tang Yan found out that his family had an eighth-level magic beast, he secretly rejoiced in his heart. He made a decision: to send Little Shifu to the Purple Dragon Academy and then go home with him for a visit, where he would devour the magic beast at his house.

  The old man in the Dragon Ring told him that if he wanted to devour the dragon soul, he had to devour some powerful demon beasts' yuan gods first and increase his own devouring power. Later, when encountering a dragon soul, he could still fight with it. With Tang Yan's current strength, devouring third-level demon beasts was not a problem. Above the third level was impossible, in short, upgrading one level would allow him to devour a higher level of demon beast.

  As soon as Tang Yan left the room, Old Lei had a inexplicable feeling. He thought that even if Tang Yan didn't want to acknowledge him as his master, at least he would ask about the Thunderbolt Art or his granddaughter in the family. But unexpectedly, Tang Yan asked neither of these things, but instead asked about the guardian beast of his household.

  Having received Lei Lao's answer, Tang Yan was very satisfied. At least he knew that the guardian beasts in the sect were very powerful. Since the sect had an eighth-level magic beast, other sects should have similar levels as well. If he could devour the magic beast yuan Shen from their sect, hum, Tang Yan would at least reach the level of a Dou Wang.

  Leaving Lei Lao's room, Tang Yan didn't immediately return to his own room, but instead headed towards Nan Gong Xiang Xue's room, of course, also to ask if her family had any 8th or 9th rank magical beasts as pets. Anyway, since they were all in the Imperial City of Zi Long, he should understand the principle of taking advantage of an opportunity.

  "My father, the king, has an eighth-stage demonic beast mount, my grandfather has a ninth-stage one, and I have an eighth-stage snow fox. Aren't you envious of me?" Nan Gong Xiang Xue boasted, not that she was bragging, but she indeed had some skills, with her being a one-star Dou Wang, Tang Yan was already no match for her.

  "Oh, when we get back to the Imperial City of Zi Long, can you show me your pet? Later, I'll catch one for my little sister too!" Tang Yan said, but in his heart, he was thinking: "You 36F, hit me until I'm a pig head, if I don't turn your pet into a corpse, then I'll be surnamed Nan Gong!"

  "You also want to catch the eighth-order demon beast, I see no action has been taken, and it's already become the demon beast's feces!" Nangong Xiangxue said with a sizing-up look at Tang Yan, this pig head.

  "Whether it's feces or not, we'll know when the time comes. But honestly, if yours were a bit bigger, I'm sure many men would be enchanted to death!" Tang Yan, who was called feces by Nangong Xiangxue, felt a little displeased and pointed at Nangong Xiangxue's 36F bust, saying

  "You, I'll beat you to death, you pig head! I'll make you explode your clothes, let you see my body, beat you to death!" Tang Yan's words touched a sore spot for Nangong Xiangxue, who clenched her fists and started pounding on Tang Yan's face.

  "Don't hit me in the face! Ah, don't hit me again, or I'll get angry. Ah, it hurts! Ah, my nose is bleeding...!" The more Tang Yan said this, the more she slapped herself in the face.

  However, this time, Nangong Xiangxue did not use her feet to kick him. Instead, she used a small amount of strength and transformed it into waves of fist intent that continuously pounded Tang Yan's face, hitting until his eyes were swollen to the point where he could hardly see his mouth, and his face was also swollen like a pig's. Tang Yan didn't dare fight back, knowing that fighting back would make him die an even more miserable death. Fortunately, Nangong Xiangxue only hit him for a while before picking him up and taking him out of the room.

  "So that's why you turned into a pig head, I thought it was because of those three old men beating you up!" The old man in the dragon ring smiled and said to Tang Yan.

  Tang Yan ignored him and went back to his room, sat cross-legged on the bed, then asked him: "Just now you also heard that her grandfather has a ninth-order magic beast. If you swallow a ninth-order magic beast, how confident are you?"

  "If you give me another star energy, I have 100% confidence!" The old man replied to Tang Yan.

  "If I let you absorb another star's energy and devour the Nine-Stage Demon Beast's Yuan Spirit, how many stars can I rise?" Tang Yan asked.

  "With your current strength, you should be able to upgrade three to four stars at once!" The old man replied to Tang Yan's words.

  Upon hearing his answer, Tang Yan suddenly fell silent, calculating in his heart that losing two stars to gain three wasn't a bad deal. After all, business and power required sacrifices; without putting in effort, there would be no gains. Later, Tang Yan asked again, "If I were to devour an eighth-stage cultivator, how many star stages could I advance?"

  "You should know that the strength behind is getting higher and stronger, but upgrading is a bit slow. If you reach Dou Ling, without a king-level or above magical beast, it's hard to make progress!" The old man replied, then added: "Before your Dou Ling, swallowing 7-8th rank magical beast yuan Shen, at least you may advance two or three star ranks!"

  Having obtained the old man's answer, Tang Yan didn't ask any more questions. He knew that as one went further back, the stronger they became, and the bigger the beast soul needed to be. If he were to reach the Dou Huang level, it would truly only be possible to increase his power by devouring dragon souls and other powerful magical beasts. Thinking about the road ahead, thinking about those sect masters, Tang Yan shook his head and continued to cultivate in seclusion within the snowy realm.

  Dan's Flame Heart Method, Tang Yan wrote it down and then sat cross-legged on the snowy ground to cultivate the Thunderbolt Technique. Day after day, he repeated this process in the snow for five days and nights. He finally succeeded in cultivating the first stage of the Thunderbolt Technique. Although the thunder and lightning on his palm did not reach the level of being as terrifying as Lao Lei's, it was a sign of success nonetheless.

  After mastering the Thunderbolt Technique, Tang Yan did not leave the Snow Boundary but instead continued to cultivate inside. He refined the Thunderbolt Technique, then the Devouring Dragon Technique, and also practiced the sword technique passed down by Xue Ling. Or he would sit on the ground, staring at the thick "Ancient Dan Scripture", looking at the records of herbs and refining methods, his days were very fulfilling.

  "I'm telling you, kid, how did you suddenly become a Three-Star Great Douluo?" said Lei Lao, sitting in front of Tang San.

  "How dare you say that, after learning your crappy Thunderbolt Technique, I ended up losing levels! Don't you think you should take out something to compensate me!" Tang Yan didn't dare say that the old ghost in the Dragon Ring had absorbed one of his star energies, so he shifted the blame onto him.

  "Have you practiced the Thunderbolt Fist?" Lao Lei asked.

  "Nonsense! If it wasn't for your Thunderbolt Technique, I wouldn't have dropped levels. I suspect you're trying to deceive me with a fake thing!" Tang Yan and Zilan said to the old man while eating dinner.

  "If you're lying, why don't you just die?" Lei Lao knew that Tang Yan was trying to get something out of him.

  "You don't even know who I am, I'm a genius, and yet I managed to master this crappy Thunderbolt Technique in just one day! Unfortunately, it's too rubbish, every time I practice for a day, my level drops by one, so I've decided to give up on it." Tang Yan said with a smile.

  Lei Lao couldn't believe that Tang Yan had mastered the first level of Lei Ting Jue in just half a day, but now he had no choice but to believe it. Seeing the faint blue electric light on Tang Yan's palm made him both shocked and delighted. However, he quickly covered up his smile, pretending as if nothing was wrong, thinking to himself: "Damn, this kid is getting too smart, trying to trick me? No way!"