Rampaging Through the Heavens: Starting by sending Chan Ho-nam to Stanley

Chapter 51 Nine Yang Divine Skill

Zhang Wuji's face turned deathly pale.

He always felt that what this strange man said didn't seem fake.

Chen Yuan remained calm and composed, even with a slight smile on his lips, as he casually wiped his hand on the ground.

The next moment, the Fire-Worker Monk's eyes widened in surprise.

On the ground in front of Chen Yuan, various ingredients were neatly arranged: chicken, duck, fish...

There were even chunks of beef and mutton.

The Fire-Worker Monk couldn't help but swallow, and then swallowed again.

Since jumping off the cliff, he had been eking out a living in the valley, eating vines and rats, and had not seen so much food for a long time.

Seeing his reaction, Chen Yuan casually wiped the food back into his spatial storage.

"Can we have a proper talk now?"

The Fire-Worker Monk's eyes widened once again.

Where did this guy put all the food?!

"Yes, yes."

He gave an awkward smile and relaxed, becoming unrestrained.

"What exactly are you doing here? *gulp*"

He swallowed again as he spoke.

Seeing that he was drooling and looked disgusted, Chen Yuan took out the roast chicken from before.

"Let you eat first."

As he spoke, he casually tossed the roasted chicken toward the Fire-Worker Monk.

In an instant, two vines shot out from the boulder, wrapped around the roasted chicken, and carried it towards the Fire-Worker Monk.

"Delicious! So delicious! Waaaaah~"

The Fire-Worker Monk ate roasted chicken and wept with joy.

He hadn't eaten such delicious food in ages.

A moment later, the Fire-Worker Monk was still sucking on the last bit of bone scraps with lingering satisfaction.

He then tossed it into his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it, a satisfied expression on his face.

The frenzied and violent aura subsided strangely after the roast chicken was eaten.

He let out a loud burp, mixed with the stench of someone who hadn't brushed their teeth in decades, which made Chen Yuan and Zhang Wuji take a half step back.

"Hmm... kid, not bad."

The Fire-Worker Monk smacked his lips, his tone still rough, but his hostility had greatly diminished.

"Speak, what brings you down here to see me?"

Chen Yuan didn't beat around the bush and got straight to the point.

"I only have one thing to ask: I want you to teach me the Nine Yang Divine Skill."

"ha!"

The Fire-Worker Monk let out a strange laugh, and the vines that were wrapped around him trembled.

"I knew it was for this!"

"So, are you going to send it or not?"

Chen Yuan countered with a question.

The Fire-Worker Monk then burst into laughter.

"Of course you can send it!"

"But I need you to agree to two conditions!"

"First, after you've mastered the skills, defeat Zhang Sanfeng for me."

"Secondly, I guarantee that you'll have that same delicious food every day from now on..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Yuan took out the "flying device" and put it on his head, then took Zhang Wuji and prepared to leave.

"Hey hey hey!"

"Where are you going?!"

Huo Gong Tu Tuo: (っ°Д°;)

He didn't see wrong, did he?

Those two people flew up?!

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

"Don't go! We can talk things over!"

Chen Yuan then led his men back to their original spot.

He glanced at the fire-sweeping monk speechlessly.

"I think you've forgotten something. You couldn't even beat Zhang Sanfeng in the last duel, but you think you can beat him after passing on your skills to me?"

Chen Yuan was very self-righteous.

"Aren't you overestimating me?"

The Fire-Worker Monk looked frustrated, and after a long while, he finally uttered a sentence.

"Well, you have to make sure I can have that delicious food every day from now on..."

"It depends on my mood!"

Chen Yuan remained perfectly justified.

"I can't expect you to treat me to good food and drink if you don't teach me properly, can I?"

The Fire-Worker Monk almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Hey kid, I'm the one who passed on the skill, can't you be a little nicer?"

"Oh, never mind then, I'll find someone else."

As Chen Yuan spoke, he turned to leave again.

"I agree! I agree!"

The Fire-Worker Monk quickly said something, fearing that the guy might really leave.

Just as he hurriedly agreed.

Zhang Wuji, who was standing right next to Chen Yuan trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible, let out a muffled groan and slumped backward.

His face visibly frosted over, and then a green light appeared.

"Hmm? This is..."

The Fire-Worker Monk noticed something amiss and let out a strange laugh that was both enlightened and tinged with schadenfreude.

"This is the Xuanming Divine Palm!"

He had a smug expression on his face.

"Only my Nine Yang Divine Power can cure this!"

"Hey kid, you better behave yourself now..."

Chen Yuan didn't even glance at Zhang Wuji on the ground, his expression calm as he stared at the Fire-Worker Monk.

Do you know who I am? And do you know who he is?

"Well..."

Upon hearing this, the Fire-Worker Monk felt a sense of unease.

"Who are you? And who is he?"

"My surname is Chen, my given name is Yuan, and I am a visitor from outer space."

"Visitors from outer space?"

"This child's surname is Zhang, his given name is Wuji, and he is Zhang Sanfeng's grand-disciple."

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Fire-Worker Monk.

"This child is actually Zhang Sanfeng's grand-disciple?"

"Wait a minute, how come Zhang Sanfeng's grand-disciple is with you?"

"That's a long story, but anyway, what does his life or death have to do with me? I'm not even acquainted with Zhang Sanfeng!"

After saying this, Chen Yuan put on the "flying device" again.

He actually intended to abandon Zhang Wuji and leave.

"Hey kid, don't go!"

The Fire-Worker Monk was truly dumbfounded.

"Isn't it enough that I'll teach you the Nine Yang Divine Skill?!"

"I'll teach you right now!"

Chen Yuan landed back in his original spot and retrieved his aircraft.

"Let me tell you, once or twice is acceptable, but not a third time. If you do it again, I'm leaving immediately."

The Fire-Worker Monk dared not refute, and could only agree.

"Definitely...definitely..."

"Alright, use your divine skills to keep this child alive for a while, don't let him die here."

"Um?"

Upon hearing this, the Fire-Worker Monk gave Chen Yuan a suspicious look.

"Um?!"

Seeing his reaction, Chen Yuan glared back defiantly.

"..."

Fire-Worker Monk dared not delay; several vines rose out of thin air and bound Zhang Wuji.

The purest and most yang internal energy of the Nine Yangs was transmitted to Zhang Wuji through the vines.

Before long, the pain on Zhang Wuji's face slowly disappeared, and the green light vanished.

The Fire-Worker Monk placed Zhang Wuji back on the ground and looked at Chen Yuan.

"Should we transfer the power directly now?"

"That's also acceptable."

As soon as he finished speaking, several more vines shot out from the darkness and bound Chen Yuan's hands and feet.

Chen Yuan: ? ?

"What are you going to do?!"

"Of course it's about transferring internal energy!"

The Fire-Worker Monk laughed loudly, his laughter revealing an undisguised mockery.

The next instant, Chen Yuan was flipped over, head on the ground and feet in the air.

"...Depend on!"

"Couldn't they have used a normal power-transmission posture?!"

The Fire-Worker Monk didn't care about anything else.

"The nine yang energies first appear, and the meridians flow in reverse..."

Before he finished speaking, the thick vines that were wrapped around Chen Yuan suddenly tightened.

The tips of the vines, like fingers that had come to life, struck Chen Yuan's major acupoints, including Xuehai, Houding, Yangchi, Mingmen, and Jinsuo, with precision and force!