Chapter 170 All Are Trash_1

"Sect Master, how are you feeling?"

"Sect Master, you were just so cool."

"Sect Master, you didn't break through to Level 99, did you?"

As everyone approached, they couldn't help but bombard him with questions. There was no helping it; Poison Not Dead's performance had been truly astonishing.

Even if they wanted to ignore it, it was difficult.

"My cultivation level has not broken through to Level 99. What I just demonstrated was a new ability I've come to realize."

"Are you all curious?"

Poison Not Dead's gaze swept over everyone's faces before he asked in a deep voice.

"Mhm, mhm."

"Yes, Sect Master, I've never seen anyone as fierce as you in my life."

"Can you tell us exactly what happened?"

Though these were all strong practitioners of the Body Sect, each of them was several decades old,

in their gathering, they were like curious children.

"Cough, cough."

Poison Not Dead gave a light cough, then spoke seriously: "Actually, it's nothing much. The ability I just used is a very special self-created soul skill. Of course, you can also think of it as a battle skill."

"Sect Master, mighty!"

"Sect Master, awesome!"

"Under your leadership, our Body Sect will undoubtedly shine."

The many strong practitioners of the Body Sect spoke one after another, their words bringing much joy to Poison Not Dead.

"Alright, alright, enough now. I'm going to speak seriously, so all of you listen carefully. If you can understand what I say, it will be greatly beneficial to your cultivation."

Poison Not Dead restrained himself, not letting the Body Sect's strong practitioners continue to flatter.

He understood these old brothers quite well.

If you let them go on, cows would fly to the sky.

Besides, he wasn't the creator of these techniques, he had simply made alterations based on what Qin Xiao had taught him.

Moreover, he felt that, after his modifications, the skill's power had not increased, but rather decreased.

So there really wasn't anything worth showing off.

"Sect Master, are you being serious?"

After listening to his words, everyone couldn't help but be startled.

Poison Not Dead humphed coldly, "Tell me when I have ever tricked you."

"Ah, that... hasn't happened."

Everyone shook their heads.

Joking aside, even if there had been such instances, they couldn't admit it.

"Good, listen carefully to me. This method is actually very simple; use finely tuned perception to find the 480 million tiny particles within your body, and then infuse them into the soul. That is, the soul beast you've encountered and is most compatible with you!"

"Consider each particle as an egg, and once you hatch it, consider it a success."

In his explanation, Poison Not Dead also incorporated some of his own understanding.

He felt that this way, it might be easier for everyone to accept.

However.

As his words ended, he found everyone staring at him with big eyes wide and small eyes narrowed.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"All of you, try to perceive it."

Poison Not Dead humphed, clearly annoyed.

However.

It was then that the others realized what was going on.

"Sect Master, you can't be telling me that's all there is to it..."

The practitioners exchanged glances, before an elder with his brows furrowed into a line asked.

To them, it felt like they were listening to something as incomprehensible as a divine scripture.

It was just too preposterous.

"That's it, isn't what I said detailed enough?"

Poison Not Dead asked, puzzled.

"More than that..."

Another person grimaced with a wry smile, "I feel like I'm listening to some heavenly scripture... I completely have no clue what you're saying."

"Exactly, if you hadn't mentioned it, I would have thought I was hearing a story." At this point, someone chimed in.

Poison Not Dead: "..."

He was really in a bind.

It seemed that these guys were beyond hope, even more than he'd imagined.

Utterly... irredeemable.

"Elder Jin, say something..."

Poison Not Dead didn't know what else to say.

"That..." Jinpeng thought of what to say, "I swear on my honor, the Sect Master didn't deceive anyone, he truly comprehended it this way. Do you remember the black dragon phantom you all saw? That was the Sect Master's awakened particle."

"Hiss..."

"If Elder Jin says so, I believe it."

Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

It was clear that they found Jinpeng very credible.

But...

There was still a problem.

"That is, how exactly do we comprehend what the Sect Master talked about?"

Someone realized a very important issue.

"This..."

Jinpeng glanced at Poison Not Dead and noticed that Poison Not Dead was making signals with his eyes.

He immediately understood.

"This is a very profound technique, not something that can be comprehended overnight. Remember what you've learned and go back to meditate and understand it well."

Jinpeng hesitated for a moment, then added, "Remember, if there are any problems, you can come to find... um, the Sect Master."

The crowd silently nodded, each leaving with their thoughts.

"Phew, they finally left..."

Poison Not Dead let out a long breath.

"I was originally thinking that the strong members of the Body Sect could all grasp this extraordinary power and thus greatly increase our strength. But... it seems I overestimated their talents," he couldn't help lamenting.

"Sect Master, you can't speak so definitively. Not to mention them, even I haven't grasped it," said Jinpeng with a bitter smile. "You really can't blame them, this method is just too difficult. In our sect, only you have comprehended it. Even among our younger generation, someone as talented as Long Aotian couldn't do it..."

"Indeed..." Poison Not Dead nodded.

But, at that very moment, a sudden burst of soul power fluctuations erupted not far away.

Poison Not Dead and Jinpeng both looked over, only to find that it was Vina who was the source of the aura.

Poison Not Dead's eyes shone with excitement, "Elder Jin, it seems our sect is about to see the second person..."

...

Elsewhere.

Dozens of miles away from Shrek City, figures draped in black robes appeared on a desolate mountain with no one in sight.

Then even more figures emerged.

There were over a hundred of them.

"Sect Hierarch, Shrek City is just ahead."

Feng Ling pointed at the majestic city in the distance and said.

"I know."

Zhong Liwu slowly nodded, his gaze fixed on Shrek City as he asked, "Have our people figured out what kind of power Shrek now possesses?"

Feng Ling replied, "We have some information, but it's not comprehensive."

Zhong Liwu uttered a single word, "Speak."

"Currently, Shrek City is in a state of high tension, with several Titled Douluo-level experts stationed on the city walls. Additionally, Shrek City is continuously and intensively preparing something. Our people suspect it might be a variety of powerful soul tools," relayed Feng Ling with the information she had obtained.

Hearing this, Zhong Liwu's face revealed a cold smile, "Heh, just posturing, that's all. Now, Shrek is nothing but a paper tiger. How can they have any powerful soul tools without even a single Ninth-Level Soul Master?"