Chapter 0005: The Misadventure of an Incorrect Opening Method

Bai Qi Ge hid among the crowd, watching the spirited Long Ao Tian, unable to help but stroke his chin, muttering: "Is this the talent of a once-in-a-century genius? It really is quite exaggerated"

The dandy gritted his teeth in anger, while Long Aotian remained indifferent. His gaze was sharp and penetrating, naturally exuding a unique aura of authority.

Then, the well-prepared eminent monk by Baiqi, with an ethereal demeanor and a compassionate expression, went offline, and the muscle-obsessed, mentally deranged, dream-lost muscle demon monk came online

Anyone can see that this is not a match of the same caliber! Among the audience, there are some who have a keen interest in basketball, and in an instant, they recognized two or three familiar faces among these five Black players.

The interface of the Destiny suddenly flashed two prompts. The reason why the Ten Thousand Illusions Heavenly Slash is classified as an evil divine weapon is not without cause. This divine weapon emits an inexplicable force that interferes with the wielder's consciousness at all times. However, the effect is not severe; if one deliberately maintains a state of tranquility and detachment, it can be ignored. Yet, Bai Qige never anticipated that the combination of Long Aotian's dim-witted aura and the interference of the Ten Thousand Illusions Heavenly Slash would actually trigger a chain reaction

I have undergone a complete transformation, and you are bound to lose

You are affected by the chaos of the Ten Thousand Illusions Heavenly Slash, and your mind begins to become disordered

Hmph, you actually dare to come here. It seems that I didn't beat you enough a few days ago. Today, in front of everyone, I will make you kneel and beg for mercy! Give up on Tang Jiaorong.

Long Aotian is, after all, just a young man in his twenties. This is his first encounter so close to death, and he now feels a sense of fear towards muscles. He vows never to set foot in a gym for the rest of his life, as he fears that once he enters, he will be reminded of the moment when his bones began to fracture in the embrace of the muscular demon, and the shadow of suffocation that led him to faint.

On the day when Long Aotian and that dandy young master had agreed to hold their duel, Bai Qige did not go to the martial arts school. Instead, he arrived early at Canglan Academy, where Long Aotian was studying, and managed to blend in as an outsider. This was not particularly difficult, as today was the academy's festival.

The initial intention of Bai Qi Ge was merely to leverage the identity of the Dream Master to engage in a rather enigmatic form of persuasion, and then to impart a basic mental technique to Long Ao Tian. However, after his mind became disordered, he stubbornly held onto Long Ao Tian, allowing him to physically experience for a full ten minutes the allure of indestructible and perfect muscles.

Amitabha, young benefactor, good evening. Due to certain circumstances, I shall be brief. Young benefactor, do not cover your head with the quilt; blocking your ears will not change anything. Although my actions during the day may have seemed reckless, they were ultimately for your benefit. The skills I have imparted to you require a process of breaking down before rebuilding; only through significant destruction can there be substantial establishment. Your current state is the best condition for cultivation. Come, I have transcribed the secret techniques for you; take them. If you wish to participate in the arena competition a few days from now, you must diligently practice! I take my leave!

Upon meeting Long Aotian, Bai Qige's plan was quite simple. Long Aotian was a once-in-a-century genius, wasn't he? So why not take a gamble on that? The foundational martial arts of the Dragon Slaying Alliance consist of five levels, and Bai Qige intended to impart one level of the foundational martial arts to Long Aotian. If Long Aotian could leverage his rare talent to master the basics in just a few days, then competitions such as the arena match would naturally be within his grasp. If he failed, Bai Qige would not incur any losses; it would merely mean that Long Aotian had gained an opportunity to learn one level of the foundational martial arts.

After Bai Qi returned home, his face was very dark, extremely dark. He had underestimated Long Aotian and overestimated himself

Bai Qige originally followed this path as well. He even had the wild idea of transforming conventional weapons, such as submachine guns and sniper rifles. Unfortunately, the Ten Thousand Illusions Heavenly Slash could create forms that Bai Qige could comprehend, but it was unable to conjure gunpowder out of thin air, rendering the concept of firearms unfeasible

The place for the bet between Long Aotian and that dandy young master is at the Second Sports Hall. Bai Qige hurried over, only to find that the protagonist had not yet arrived. However, many students had already gathered, waiting to witness this betting match.

Under the influence of the dragon's fighting spirit, your intelligence begins to diminish

What a perfectly zero-risk, high-return plan, yet it has been turned into such a state by my own deranged mind. How can Bai Qige not feel ashamed

Zero investment, high returns, whether successful or not, will not cause any aftereffects or troubles. Bai Qige is quite optimistic about his plan, but what he did not expect was that when he transformed into the appearance of the Dream Erosion Master and appeared before Long Aotian, an unexpected situation occurred

Dressed in a crisp school uniform, he was so handsome that it evoked jealousy. Although he was still wrapped in some bandages, the scars left by the embrace of the master of dreams were still evident, it did not prevent the female students from erupting in squeals of admiration as he walked over

Thus, he can only follow the path of transforming into various weapons such as knives, guns, swords, and halberds. Of course, the creativity of Earthlings cannot be easily stifled. They transformed the Ten Thousand Illusions Heavenly Slash into a liquid that envelops the entire body, and then, through imagination, gave it a shape, solidifying it with intent. The result was the appearance of the mysterious monk Master Mengyi from Lanruo Temple. The principle is exceedingly simple; it is merely that Bai Qige is wrapped in a layer of the illusory skin created by the Ten Thousand Illusions Heavenly Slash. He has experimented with this many times in the Central Plains world. Although there are many flaws, such as the hardened appearance of the form created by the Ten Thousand Illusions Heavenly Slash, and the skin feeling unnaturally hard and cold, after prolonged observation, it does not seem human. However, to scare off Long Aotian, Bai Qige felt it was sufficient.

After experiencing the allure of the indestructible and perfect muscles for ten minutes, the result was that Long Aotian foamed at the mouth and fainted. At this moment, Bai Qige's rationality urgently kicked in, and she used Long Aotian's phone to send him to the hospital for emergency treatment

The dandy young master and the arrogant dragon stared at each other, engaging in a verbal duel for a while. Then, turning away, they each began their preparations. After a short while, both teams appeared on the basketball court in the stadium, followed by a chorus of boos from the audience

The time for the duel soon arrived, and that dandy young master was the first to arrive, displaying an air of arrogance. However, Long Aotian had yet to show up. Bai Qige contemplated that if Long Aotian could successfully cultivate the first level of the foundational mental technique in the past few days, he should be able to come out of the hospital. If he couldn't make it, it would signify his failure, and this task would undoubtedly fail as well

In the hands of a warrior in Middle-earth, with a mere thought, the Ten Thousand Illusions Heavenly Slash can transform into various weapons such as swords, spears, and halberds, perfectly embodying the characteristics of the transformed weaponry, and maintaining this state for a considerable duration. It can be said that with one weapon in hand, there is nothing else to desire, perfectly meeting all the needs of warriors.

The dandy young master displayed a look of displeasure, and it was not just him; many male students suddenly felt quite dissatisfied as well. They were all men, all individuals with backgrounds and family connections, all students of the same school. Why should it be that you are the only one so popular

He could still glimpse the destiny interface of Long Aotian, which at this moment clearly displayed a line of text in Long Aotian's destiny interface section... Dragon Slayer Alliance Basic Heart Method Level 3 (Affected by bloodline, currently mutated)

The mysterious high monk of Nalanruo Temple, Master Mengyi, is naturally disguised as Bai Qige, and his transformation is not achieved through makeup, but rather through the illusionary powers of the Ten Thousand Illusions Heavenly Slash.

However, under the temptation of experience points, Bai Qige can only continue to seriously contemplate how to remedy this plan

Perhaps it was just a dream of mine. In fact, I was really attacked today by a gorilla that escaped from the zoo. I have just been reading too many martial arts novels lately, and it was merely an illusion! It is a dream, it is a dream, it is definitely a dream. We are now in the age of science; there are no monsters or spirits. That demon monk could not possibly have suddenly walked in from the balcony. This is the twelfth floor; I must have definitely experienced an illusion!

Bai Qi wandered around, listening to the gossip exchanged in whispers among the students, and then realized that this bet had long been the talk of the town within Canglan Academy.

The main material of the divine weapon, Wanhuan Tianzhan, is a substance that absolutely does not exist on Earth. It resembles a flowing metallic liquid and also appears as a semi-energy entity with unpredictable properties. As long as one wields Wanhuan Tianzhan and deliberately shapes it with their thoughts, the weapon can instantly transform into the form imagined by its wielder. This is the most powerful characteristic that has made Wanhuan Tianzhan renowned.

Bai Qige, who dropped out of middle school, gazed at those spirited students and couldn't help but sigh. If his parents had not passed away, perhaps he too would be living in an ivory tower like these students, unaware of the hardships of the world

Multiple fractures, severe bruising, serious contusions, ligament tears, internal injuries. When he woke up from the hospital bed, the doctor curiously asked him whether he had encountered a gorilla or a bear that had escaped from the zoo and was then attacked

In just a few days, he successfully cultivated the foundational mental technique and reached the 3rd level of mastery, which is already an extraordinary speed. Bai Qige still remembers that it took him several months to cultivate the first level of the foundational mental technique to the 3rd level, and there was also this inexplicable mutation, the effects of which remain unknown.

That is indeed indestructible muscle, as it is entirely a creation manifested by the fourth-tier divine weapon, the Ten Thousand Illusions Heavenly Slash, which can absolutely rival the material of high-strength alloys

Fortunately, Long Aotian's once-in-a-century talent did not disappoint Bai Qige; he has arrived

Long Aotian has long been a prominent figure at Canglan Academy, and the reason is simple: he is handsome, and that is stated without repetition. In a society that values appearances, it is only natural that he enjoys immense popularity. As for Tang Jiaorong, she needs no introduction; she is a wealthy heiress and one of the ten most beautiful girls at Canglan Academy. Although they are both high school students, their popularity is exceptionally high. The combination of these two high-profile figures only adds fuel to the fire, leading to a flurry of rumors circulating everywhere.

Canglan Academy is a renowned comprehensive aristocratic school, offering a continuous education from elementary school to university, with significant influence. The biannual school festival, which combines sports events and various cultural activities, serves as a means for Canglan Academy to expand its influence, inviting alumni to return for gatherings and encouraging them to donate to support the development of their alma mater. Therefore, the event is open to the public, bustling with visitors. Bai Qige registered her name and identification card at the entrance, obtaining a visitor's pass that allowed her to wander freely throughout Canglan Academy.

Hmph, do you think that just because you play basketball well, you are of any use? That you are handsome? Let me tell you, in China, having connections, a strong family background, and good relationships is the real truth. With just a casual call, I can assemble a team of NBA-level professional players. You think you can compete with me? You are courting death! And you say you have undergone a transformation? That I am bound to lose? Let's see who is truly destined to lose now

Long Aotian was wrapped in bandages, lying on the hospital bed, looking as if he were silently questioning the heavens. He felt that the events of today were too absurd. A mysterious monk had summoned him for a meeting, speaking a plethora of enigmatic words, claiming that he was a martial arts prodigy and would impart his skills to help him avert a fatal calamity. Well, up to this point, the plot was still normal. However, the subsequent developments seemed as if the author had consumed two bottles of Erguotou and rolled his face across the keyboard to write them.

For several consecutive days, Bai Qige did not have to work and devoted himself to training at the Natural Martial Arts School, making daily progress. Long Aotian did not come to the martial arts school; whether he was recuperating in the hospital or focusing on studying the foundational techniques of the Dragon-Slaying Alliance that Bai Qige had given him, Bai Qige could not concern himself with that. He had done all that he needed to do, and now it was up to Long Aotian's fate and luck.

That dandy young master is not particularly noteworthy; many students are whispering among themselves, expressing their disdain for him, believing that he seems like a toad aspiring to eat swan meat

This dandy seems merely to be a dandy, yet he is certainly not a fool! However, he does exhibit a certain shamelessness! Bai Qige displayed an expression of helpless amusement. On Long Aotian's side, there were five students who appeared quite spirited, clearly possessing some level of basketball skills. Meanwhile, on the dandy's side, there were surprisingly five individuals, each at least 1.8 meters tall, with robust physiques, all of whom were Black.

Bai Qi Ge dared not say much, fearing that if he stayed any longer, he would be overwhelmed once again by Long Ao Tian's foolish aura and the enchanting power of Wan Huan Tian Zhan, leading him to a state of uncontrollable rage. He tossed the foundational heart method of the Dragon Slaying Alliance, which he had transcribed, towards Long Ao Tian and then walked back to the balcony. After a long while, Long Ao Tian finally poked his head out from under the blanket, curiously looking at the manual made from a one-yuan notebook bought from the street.

The mysterious high monk transformed into a muscular demon monk, and under the pretext of allowing him to personally experience the allure of muscles, he subjected him to a brutal and inhumane grappling embrace. In that moment, Long Aotian was completely convinced that this high monk possessed extraordinary martial arts skills. He struggled desperately and resisted with all his might, but the punches and kicks, delivered by muscles shimmering with brilliant golden light, were as if forged from alloy, shattering the bones in his hands instead. Then, as Long Aotian listened to the cracking sounds of his own bones, he fainted amidst suffocation and terror. Long Aotian was completely convinced that this high monk possessed extraordinary martial arts skills. He struggled desperately and resisted with all his might, but the punches and kicks, delivered by muscles shimmering with brilliant golden light, were as if forged from alloy, shattering the bones in his hands instead. Then, as Long Aotian listened to the cracking sounds of his own bones, he fainted amidst suffocation and terror.

"Is it really true that there are mysterious masters in this world who teach martial arts?" Long Aotian thought, as if lost in a dream. At this moment, Bai Qige was struggling to climb up the drainage pipe along the hospital's outer wall. He deeply regretted not taking the elevator and insisting on showing off some lofty demeanor. Fortunately, he did not have acrophobia; otherwise, it would have been quite distressing.