Stop flattering me, system! I'm about to become a saint!

Chapter 35 Supreme Cultivation Technique

"Iron Head Kung Fu doesn't have any specific moves; you just need to harden your head."

Li Liming took off his dog-skin hat and tapped his head with his hand, making a dull thud.

"With your peak body tempering physique, you don't need to start from the basics. Just gather all your strength into your spirit and charge headfirst into it."

"The more you bump your head, the harder it gets; that's how you master the Iron Head Kung Fu."

After saying that, Li Liming suddenly leaped up and fell headfirst to the ground!

"boom!"

The ground cracked open, and rubble flew like rain.

Immediately afterwards, he unleashed his full strength once more, his body suddenly sprang up, somersaulted in the air, and landed steadily on the ground.

Yang Song pursed his lips and stared at Li Liming's pointed and bald head, then looked at the thick patches of white hair around him, and thought that it was better not to practice this Iron Head Kung Fu.

Li Liming laughed heartily, seeing through Yang Song's thoughts.

He dusted himself off and put his dog-skin hat back on: "You'd better not practice this Iron Head Kung Fu. It's not some kind of profound martial art anyway. Otherwise, if you end up like me, it'll be hard for you to find a wife in the future."

Yang Song wholeheartedly agreed; he certainly didn't want to train his head to become both pointed and bald.

He took out the manual from his robes and asked, "Senior Li, what grade is this 'Dragon Subduing and Tiger Taming Skill'?"

Li Liming's words were concise and to the point: "A top-grade martial arts technique."

Yang Song couldn't help but gasp.

It's a top-grade cultivation technique, only slightly inferior to the sect's most treasured secret technique.

He had thought he would need to join a sect in the future to learn this technique, but he didn't expect to be able to learn it so soon.

He eagerly opened the manual and began to read it carefully.

"I have written down clearly how to practice this technique in the manual. Just practice according to my experience."

"it is good."

Li Liming further instructed, "Also, don't rush to practice this technique. If you force yourself to practice it before your bones and muscles are stable, it will damage your meridians and you will suffer more harm than good."

"I've got it."

Li Liming nodded slightly; Yang Song's calm and composed nature suited him perfectly.

"Then that's settled, I'm going back."

Yang Song was taken aback. Seeing Li Liming turn to leave, he quickly advised, "Senior Li, wait a moment, stay and have a cup of tea before you go."

"I'm not drinking anymore, it's getting late."

"Senior Li, this wrought iron rod..."

"It's for you."

Li Liming turned his head and said, "This stick is something I brought from the Vajra Temple. Although it's not some kind of divine weapon, it's the thing I'm most reluctant to give up."

Yang Song looked down and, by the moonlight, saw that the staff was covered with old marks, indicating that it had been in many battles with other weapons.

"Senior Li, this stick is so precious. I would feel really bad if it were to break in my hands. You should take it back."

Li Liming gently shook his head: "I'm getting old, especially since the Yin energy in my body is getting stronger and stronger, and has already invaded my entire body of flesh and bones."

"I don't have many years left to live. I'm leaving this stick to you, hoping that you can carry on the legacy of the Vajra Temple and take it upon yourself to subdue demons and protect the region."

Yang Song gripped the iron rod tightly and said solemnly, "I will."

Li Liming smiled and said gently, "The person I've chosen will not be wrong."

He opened the courtyard gate and went out, disappearing around the street corner in no time.

Yang Song watched him walk away, then closed the courtyard gate and bolted it shut.

"Snapped!"

He slapped his forehead, remembering something.

"I should ask Senior Li how to cure his chronic illness."

"Never mind, they're already gone. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Yang Song returned to the main room, leaned the iron rod against the wall, and, by the light of the oil lamp, flipped through the "Dragon Subduing and Tiger Taming Skill" for a while before tucking it into his clothes and lying down on the bed to fall asleep.

The next day.

Yang Song got up early and went to HSBC Bank with a large package of gold and silver jewelry.

It's easy for this kind of money to be stolen if left at home; it's better to deposit it in a money exchange and exchange it for banknotes.

Huifeng Bank is an enterprise under the Zhenwu Sect, and its managers, accountants, and employees are usually appointed by the sect.

These people do not participate in county affairs; they are only responsible for the affairs of the money exchange, and each of them is quite skilled in cultivation.

Of course, not all the people at HSBC Bank were from the Zhenwu Sect. The two guards at the gate were natives of Anping County.

The two stood on either side of each other, dressed in black with red ribbons around their waists, making them particularly eye-catching at the busy street corner.

Yang Song went straight into HSBC Bank and spent half an hour exchanging his money for 3,450 taels of silver notes.

Just as he tucked the money into his pocket and walked out of HSBC Bank, intending to head to the Martial Arts Academy, a sudden chill ran down his spine.

Yang Song immediately turned around and looked at the gaze, only to see the guards standing at the entrance of HSBC Bank.

The man looked startled and hurriedly lowered his head to avoid his gaze.

Name: Zhou Feng

[Realm: Early Stage of Qi Condensation]

[Power Level: 3 years and 188 days of power]

Yang Song narrowed his eyes; he had just sensed a very strong killing intent.

Zhou Feng became greedy for the silver notes he had.

There will always be many arrogant people in this world. Let them mess around until they've suffered setbacks and learned their lesson.

[Reward: Ten days of cultivation points]

Yang Song's face scrunched up. "I'll naturally understand your limitations," he said, a statement that sounded rather odd.

He shook his head, ignoring Zhou Feng, and turned to walk towards the Martial Arts Academy.

Only when he reached the street corner did Zhou Feng dare to raise his head.

It wasn't that he was afraid of Yang Song, but rather that he was afraid of a conflict that would cost him his lucrative job at HSBC.

"Brother Zhou, why must you harbor such murderous intent?"

The guard standing nearby advised, "I know you and Dahai are sworn brothers, you've been inseparable since childhood."

But this guy brought this on himself, so don't even think about avenging him. You might end up losing your own life!

Zhou Feng gritted his teeth: "The package Yang Song just gave us was the wealth that Da Hai had worked hard to accumulate throughout his life."

Now this kid got all the benefits, and I can't swallow this!"

"What do you want? Do you intend to break into Yang Song's house and kill him?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Feng suddenly looked at the guard beside him, his eyes flashing with an alarming light.

The guard waved his hands repeatedly and said urgently, "Don't get me into trouble, I won't do it. I'm doing fine now, I'm very content."

Zhou Feng sighed and turned his head back.

"Brother Zhou, I must advise you, don't do anything reckless."

"I know."

Zhou Feng replied in a muffled voice, when suddenly a "squeak" sounded from his arms, and a golden rat head popped out, its eyes showing urgency.

Zhou Feng showed no sign of distress as he took out a piece of dried meat from his pouch and handed it over.

Earlier, when Yang Song passed by him, the treasure-hunting rat became restless and scratched his chest with its claws.

This phenomenon indicates one thing: Yang Song has a treasure!

"It was probably the knife he was carrying? It couldn't be an ordinary one."