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The other person's experience reminded him of his past life: being a mortgage slave, a car slave, in debt, and suffering from company injustice and various forms of workplace bullying.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Shengxian stared blankly at the Taoist's figure gradually disappearing into the distance. He clenched his fists, shook them a few times, and finally let out a long sigh.
“Master, how can you break free from the prison of your family just like that?” Zhao Shengxian shook his head and left the police station.
Although his back was still straight, it looked a little hunched over.
It's a less prosperous area of Juxia City, where some families live in poverty.
The streets were somewhat dirty and messy, with occasional dark rats scurrying by and stray cats rummaging through trash cans for food. The ground was covered in filthy mud with some rainwater.
As Zhao Shengxian walked along the road, she encountered many acquaintances, and nodded to each of them as a greeting.
Soon, Zhao Shengxian arrived at a rather old house. After hesitating for a few seconds, she finally chose to open the door and go inside.
The room was dark because water and electricity are expensive in the city, so the family tried to keep the lights off as much as possible to save on utility bills.
"Eeya eeya!" came the shouts of a child.
"Cough cough!" Then came the sound of the old man coughing.
Zhao Shengxian walked into the somewhat cramped living room, looked at her mother who was nearly sixty years old, and then at the woman next to her mother with a child.
"Honey, you're back? How did things go today... Honey, what happened to your face?"
The woman was playing with her child when she looked up and saw her husband returning. She quickly picked up the child and went to him, but noticed some bruises on her husband's face. She asked him what was wrong.
"It's nothing, just apply some medicine and it'll be fine," Zhao Shengxian shook her head.
"Eeya!" The child in the woman's arms seemed to see his father and started to laugh babbling.
Looking at the child, at those clear eyes, Zhao Shengxian felt a sense of peace, and her dejection vanished.
He felt he had to leave something for his children, and he couldn't let them live the same life as him.
I have suffered enough!
"Shengxian, what happened to your face?" Zhao's mother stepped forward and also noticed the bruises on Zhao Shengxian's face.
"It's okay, Mom. I'll just put some medicine on it and it'll be fine. I'll explain after dinner."
……
at the same time.
Li Dao carried dozens of kilograms of rice, but it did not affect his speed at all. He returned to the Taoist temple in a few more minutes.
Xiao Hei didn't follow Li Dao back. When they were halfway up the mountain, they encountered a calico cat, which was probably a female. So the two cats went into the grove together.
At that moment, Angel Yan was practicing her swordsmanship, wielding a flaming sword. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Li Dao enter the Taoist temple. She immediately stopped practicing her swordsmanship and laughed, "The hero has returned."
Li Dao looked exasperated.
What kind of hero? Could it be that Angel Yan saw everything I did in Juxia City? Didn't she say she wouldn't look at my Dark Dimension?
Sure enough, the more beautiful a woman is, the less trustworthy she is. A beautiful woman's words are as poisonous as honey smeared with arsenic.
But Li Dao quickly recovered and replied, "You flatter me, layman. As an angel, the embodiment of justice, and the nemesis of evil, you are the hero."
Seeing that she couldn't provoke Li Dao, Angel Yan simply continued to swing the flaming sword in her hand. Flames covered the surface, and although each swing was somewhat scorching, it could not hurt anyone.
However, Li Dao's eyelids still twitched, and he shook his head. This woman's thoughts were really hard to guess. A beautiful angel shouldn't have any of a woman's flaws, right?
Without thinking twice, Li Dao carried the sack to the rice bin, poured all the rice into it, filled it up, and then covered it again and pressed it down firmly.
"We'll be cooking soon, let's practice after we eat. I'll read for a while first." Li Dao glanced at the sky, then at the angel Yan practicing her sword, and immediately went into the side room.
As soon as he stepped into the side room, a faint fragrance wafted into his nose. It was the natural scent of Angel Yan. Li Dao thought it smelled quite nice, but he didn't hesitate. He took a book called "Strange Tales" from the desk and left.
Li Dao sat on the stone stool and opened the book in his hand.
The collection of strange and unusual stories mainly tells about various bizarre events in folklore, such as village zombies, folk knife sellers, and the disappearance of Ma Family Village.
Of course, the events recorded inside can be viewed as stories.
A moment later, Angel Yan finished practicing her swordsmanship. The flames of the Blazing Sword disappeared, and she loosened her fair hand, placing the sword back into her dark dimension. There she saw Li Dao engrossed in reading a book.
She had read that book; it was just a collection of short stories written by ancient Chinese people, a boring ghost story to pass the time and scare people.
Just then, Li Dao closed the book, rubbed his temples. He had absorbed and digested all the knowledge in the book, but it had also taken a toll on his mental energy.
Although this is a collection of supernatural tales, it contains elements worth exploring, such as the Five Thunder Technique, the Golden Light Mantra, and the Demon-Subduing Seal, among other fantastical martial arts techniques.
"Unfortunately, to deduce it, one must have a vast amount of knowledge, and only based on my current situation, is there a high probability of creating it," Li said regretfully.
Although my comprehension is extraordinary, it is not something I can achieve through thought alone. Therefore, I cannot create something from nothing. I need a large amount of knowledge to create something.
Otherwise, even if it is created, it will be an empty shell without any support, and it won't even be as powerful as a punch from oneself. It's the kind of empty shell that will collapse at the slightest touch.
"Theory and practice, practice and theory, I cannot create a powerful technique or martial art without either."
"The martial arts techniques I was able to create before were entirely the result of my accumulation from childhood. If I want to create new techniques now, I have to go to some Taoist temples or libraries."
"I will absorb all knowledge, including Taoist scriptures, Buddhist scriptures, the philosophy of mind, Confucian classics, legal codes, and philosophical principles, and then gradually carve out a space for martial arts to survive in this science fiction world."
Li Dao's mind was stirred, and his thoughts became far more active than when he was focused on reading.
One's own path may involve summarizing and synthesizing various schools of thought to form one's own unique system.
This is the path forward for martial arts in this universe, and he will be the pioneer of that path!
Chapter 32 Time
boom!
Behind the Taoist temple, two figures stood facing each other. Bathed in sunlight, the figures revealed themselves to be Li Dao and Angel Yan.
However, at this moment, Li Dao's Taoist robe was tattered, revealing his strong and white skin, with black veins wrapped around his crystal-clear bones.
It resembles a black dragon coiled around a jade pillar.
On the other hand, Angel Yan wore silver armor. Although she did not wield the Flaming Sword, her body possessed the strength of a third-generation super soldier, and the power of her punches and kicks was enough to shatter granite.
"The layman is recovering well. His injuries should be healed soon, right?" Li Dao took off his somewhat damaged Taoist robe and asked the angel Yan, who was wearing silver armor.
Angel Yan shook her head and said, "However, I have recovered thirty percent of my strength."
Swish!
As he spoke, Li Dao stepped forward with lightning speed. A fierce gust of wind swept across his face as he clenched his fist and unleashed a powerful punch straight at his face. The attack was fierce and ruthless.
Snapped! !
However, Angel Yan, with her rich combat experience, could not possibly have failed to see through it. A smile appeared on her lips as she stepped forward, her palm opening to catch the incoming fist, and she turned around to perform an over-the-shoulder throw.
Feeling the brute force emanating from Angel Yan's slender arms, Li Dao's expression changed instantly. The next moment, he reacted instinctively, opening his other hand to press against her soft waist.
To prevent being thrown directly out.
Then, spread your legs apart as if in a standing posture, sink your waist and drop your weight, and concentrate your entire body weight on the soles of your feet, just like the roots of a thousand-year-old tree deeply rooted in the soil.
The action was completed in one smooth motion, taking less than a second.
Even so, Li Dao was still thrown out by the powerful force, and with a heavy bang, he crashed into a tree trunk, breaking it and causing it to collapse.
Amidst the flying dust, Li Dao acted as if nothing had happened, slowly getting up and then brushing the dirt off his body.
Is this the power of the third-generation super soldiers? It's incredibly powerful and monstrous!
If the difference in strength between the two sides hadn't been so great, my set of moves would have been enough to withstand the over-the-shoulder throw just now.
Moreover, this was only 30% of the opponent's strength. If it were at its peak, even if I had perfected my bone cultivation and possessed jade bones as strong as alloy, I would probably be smashed into mincemeat.
Indeed, after more than ten days of tempering, Li Dao's bone refining realm has reached perfection. He has removed impurities from 206 bones, making them crystal clear and as transparent and bright as glass.
Having completed his bone training, his strength was nearly fifteen tons, and his speed was several hundred meters per second. His strength was even more terrifying than when he was training his tendons, and it could be said that his strength had doubled or tripled.
"His combat awareness is good. He was able to instinctively perform that set of moves before I threw him out. Moreover, except for his strength, his physical stats are comparable to those of a generation of super soldiers."
Angel Yan walked over and looked at Li Dao, who was unharmed, her curiosity growing even stronger.
It's astonishing that someone could improve their physical strength to such an extent without injecting super genes, but considering their relentless training day and night, it seems understandable.
"I won't upload your data to the Sacred Treasury of Knowledge, but judging by the timeline, the Celestial King will be arriving on Earth soon."
"Perhaps she will imprison you, slowly dissect and study your body, and then live a life of utter darkness."
Although Angel Yan's voice was joking, it also served as a reminder to Li Dao.
Not every angel believes in the righteous order of the Holy Keisha; older angels tend to revere their own power.
After all, they had all lived in the darkness of Hua Ye's tyranny and understood that only their own strength and power were the foundation of everything.
Violence cannot solve problems, but it can address the root causes of problems.
Similarly, as one of the three kings, He Xi naturally has her own beliefs and ideals, but they are definitely not about justice and order.
Because that was the belief of the Holy Keisha!
Thinking of this, Li Dao felt troubled. He had originally wanted to take advantage of He Xi, but Angel Yan's reminder was like a bucket of cold water being poured over his head, and his mind instantly became clear.
It seems I can't get any more benefits from He Xi. I need to make plans as soon as possible. If that doesn't work, I'll have to ask my master for help with his connections to see if I can get a qualification to study at the Dragon Tiger Ancestral Temple.
After all, we're all Taoists, so we shouldn't speak like family. I should be able to study for a while and there shouldn't be any problems, right?
Otherwise, wouldn't that be a disgrace to your status and reputation as the ancestral home of Taoism? If you still don't agree, then this humble Taoist will have no choice but to beat you until you agree with my iron fists.
Indeed, Li Dao's target for fleeing was Longhu Mountain, the ancestral home of Taoism, and he even wanted to use moral blackmail to coerce Zhang Tianshi.
If that doesn't work, he's even prepared to give Zhang Tianshi a hard time, beat him into submission, and then naturally allow him to continue his studies at the Dragon Tiger Ancestral Temple.
Hmm, that's a good idea. As a backup plan, I'm not really willing to use it unless absolutely necessary, lest I be hated by my fellow Taoists and have them expelled from the Taoist community.
I bet Master will be so angry he'll crawl out of his coffin!
Seeing Li Dao deep in thought, his eyes flickering with light, Angel Yan continued, "Little Taoist, I'm about to leave."
Upon hearing this, Li Dao snapped out of his reverie, his eyes gleaming as he looked at Angel Yan with slight surprise. "Master, you've only recovered thirty percent of your strength, haven't you? Leaving in such a hurry, what if you run into Morgana..."
The meaning is self-evident.
“I observed with my Eye of Insight a few days ago, and Morgana’s traces have completely disappeared. If I’m not mistaken, she somehow learned that the Celestial King was coming to Earth, so she left in advance.”
Angel Yan shook her head, then continued, "Or... Morgana is confident enough not to be discovered by the Heavenly King, but that seems unlikely."
How could a fallen fourth-generation divine body possibly have the means to shield itself from the Heavenly Base King's detection? Moreover, the Heavenly Base King brought Heavenly Base One with him when he came to Earth this time.