Be Passive In The High Martial World

Chapter 12: Dragon's Gums

Hehe, you're the riddle person, right?

Today, I'll let you experience what it means to use someone's own methods against them!

Chen Kuang laughed brilliantly, feeling as comfortable as wearing new underwear on New Year's Day.

Huo Hengxuan looked at him expressionlessly.

Chen Kuang continued to laugh, "What's wrong? The mighty General, the Great Liang's God of Slaughter, can't figure it out so easily?"

Even if Huo Hengxuan guessed that the matter was related to the Elixir of Life, he knew deep down that this was something that absolutely couldn't be openly discussed. He could only remain silent against his will.

It can be said that both the way forward and the way back have been blocked.

Huo Hengxuan remained silent for a long time, deeply looking at Chen Kuang. Suddenly, he exhaled and his old, desolate eyes seemed to flicker with a faint light.

He chuckled, squinting his eyes, a mysterious cold light flashing in them.

The old man coldly snorted, "Kid, you're inexplicably proud. I don't remember agreeing to play any riddle game with you."

"How you managed to do it is none of my concern."

He paused and said in a deep voice, "Moreover, you're wrong. I've seen one of the prison guards."

"Who?"

"You don't know him, but you'll eventually recognize him. After all, we've spent quite some time together in this prison."

"Alright..."

Huo Hengxuan slowly moved to the railing and saw that the words on it had been erased, leaving it smooth. His eyes shone even brighter.

His gaze shifted downward and fell on Chen Kuang's broken leg. He asked softly, "Is it worth it?"

Chen Kuang nodded.

Huo Hengxuan looked into his eyes again and asked, "Do you understand it?"

Chen Kuang shook his head.

To him, the section about the Sword of the Withered Glory was like an ancient scripture. Only the method of cultivating Qi through visualization, he could somewhat understand.

That method of visualization was about visualizing a sword.

A giant sword hanging in the sky, filled with pure killing intent. Just looking at it made his eyes sting and his whole body break out in goosebumps.

He didn't know what method Huo Hengxuan used to carve the words, but when Chen Kuang touched that part of the description, the image of the sword appeared in his mind.

It had a strong presence, as if it wasn't hanging in the sky, but right above his head.

It was like the Sword of Damocles, capable of bringing disaster at any moment.

But under this pressure, the Qi in his body surged even more violently, and the speed of his breathing became faster.

However, apart from this, Chen Kuang knew nothing about sword techniques.

Huo Hengxuan frowned slightly and sighed almost imperceptibly.

The path of the sword, or rather, all cultivation in the world... it all depends on talent.

A scholar could study Confucianism for seventy years, only to realize when he was about to die that he had been living in a village inside the mouth of a Kunpeng Great Monster. With a flick of its tongue, it could overturn rivers and seas. With a grind of its teeth, it could shatter the scholar's entire world. So the scholar vowed to not save the world in this lifetime, but to save only one mouthful, and instantly became a saint.

There were also wandering low-ranking soldiers, dreamers who wandered through a dream, visiting the North Sea in the morning and the Cangwu in the evening. When they woke up, their hair had turned white. They looked up at the sky and laughed three times, then floated away on a crane...

But it seems that Chen Kuang doesn't possess this kind of talent.

He handed over the Withered Glory section, hoping to test if Chen Kuang had this affinity.

However...

Desire for opportunity, but no fortune for it.

But there was no way to force it.

Huo Hengxuan could only do his best.

It seems that there is something without a threshold...

He reached out his hand to Chen Kuang.

"Kid, watch me."

Chen Kuang looked up and saw Huo Hengxuan's eyes suddenly shining with golden light, but his whole body seemed to be cast in bronze, emitting an ancient color, like an angry-eyed sculpture of a golden figure.

At the same time, countless pieces of information entered Chen Kuang's mind.

"Mud clay golden sculpture method!"

This is a Body Refining technique that transports qi and blood!

Within this information, not only does it contain the technique itself, but also countless insights from Huo Hengxuan, incredibly detailed.

Chen Kuang instinctively closed his eyes and carefully examined and digested the information.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw Huo Hengxuan with his back turned towards him. The upper half of his body was covered in scars, extremely withered, with even his ribs protruding. Most of his hair had turned white, and his whole body exuded a heavy aura of death, appearing as if his qi and blood were in decline.

Chen Kuang immediately knew how difficult it must have been for Huo Hengxuan to perform the transmission just now.

Also...

This formidable killer, those Immortal Masters from Zhou's faction must have placed great restrictions on him. If he wants to break through, he will undoubtedly have to pay a great price.

Chen Kuang didn't know what to feel at that moment.

He could only say in a low voice, "Thank you."

After a long pause, Huo Hengxuan's hoarse and old voice came through:

"Hehe... I should be the one thanking you."

He paused and said softly, "If you hadn't wanted to become the new emperor, it would have been even better."

Chen Kuang glanced at Chu Wenruo, whose eyes were red and face flushed.

The latter turned her head and remained silent.

After asking, he found out that he had been unconscious for a while just now, and Chu Wenruo, who had always been gentle, almost cursed Huo Hengxuan out of anger.

He cursed inwardly.

Damn it.

...

During dinner, a strange prison guard brought steamed buns.

There were still no promised delicacies or fine wines and dishes.

The prison guard replied, "General Li said that your agreement will start tomorrow."

Chen Kuang chuckled. This woman was really petty. Just because he had made her slightly unhappy, she could hold a grudge for so long.

Not only did she break his leg, but she also had to show her disdain for such a small thing.

But Chen Kuang could also understand why Li Hongling was so unhappy. It was because he had completely grasped her weakness—

If what she said was true, she could invite an Immortal Master at any time to make people speak the truth.

Then why would she need to use torture to extract confessions?

Therefore, Chen Kuang speculated that either she couldn't control those Immortal Masters,

Or she didn't want those Immortal Masters to know about the news of the Elixir of Immortality and was deliberately concealing it.

Chen Kuang believed it was the latter.

The more important reason, and the reason why Chen Kuang dared to make this request, was that when he was summoned into the camp, he clearly revealed the existence of the Elixir of Immortality. At such a critical moment, there was only Li Hongling inside, and no sign of those so-called Immortal Masters.

This precisely confirmed Chen Kuang's speculation.

Therefore, Li Hongling would rather wait for a result for seven days and let Chen Kuang say it himself, than let those Immortal Masters find out.

And by breaking his leg, she prevented him from having any chance to escape...

Li Hongling seemed strong on the surface, but in reality, she was the compromising party, which was why she was unhappy.

However, there were no delicacies, but Qingcuo had brought the Long Qin.

Chen Kuang held the ancient qin and adjusted it slowly.

Huo Hengxuan's expression was strange as he asked, "What do you want to do with this qin?"

"In the world, each profession has its own knowledge. Just as a general knows what a general should know, a musician naturally knows what a musician should know."

Chen Kuang said lightly, reaching out to stroke the ancient qin on his knee.

The ancient strings emitted a deep and distant sound in his hands.

Long Qin.

Apart from the original owner, who was so proficient in this art, no one would know that Long Qin was not just a qin.

It was... a sword.

(End of this chapter)