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The Pulse Swallowing Divine Art that he was so proud of, to Jiang Shuo, was penniless. Mo Xuanwu was so angry that he vomited blood.

"Why?" Mo Xuanwu found it hard to understand. He thought to himself, could it be that the slap just now was too fierce, and it made him completely dumbfounded?

"There is no absolute in this world. Since the Pulse Devouring Divine Art had such great benefits, it naturally had its own hidden disadvantages. Moreover, this kind of skill that could absorb the inner strength of others was something that the martial arts world could not tolerate. A thousand moves is inferior to a single move. Rather than coveting other people's martial arts, it would be better to choose a proper sect's martial arts and practice it. In time, it will naturally not be inferior to the Meridian Swallowing Divine Art. " Jiang Shuo was neither humble nor arrogant, but slightly bowed to Mo Xuanwu to show his refusal. Since Mo Xuanwu had fallen to such a state, he would not believe it if he said that there was no Pulse Devouring Divine Art inside. Especially when he first met Mo Xuanwu. His crazy and vicious appearance made him look just like a wild beast that drank blood. It was likely because of the Pulse Swallowing Divine Art. A gentleman walked the world, taking what he wanted. Although the Pulse Swallowing Divine Art was powerful, it wasn't necessary for Jiang Shuo.

"You … "You …" Mo Xuanwu's chest heaved violently as he angrily said, "Your way of thinking is as pedantic as your father's. "He's already dead, and looking at your stubborn look, you definitely won't be able to live for long."

He cursed Jiang Shuo in his childish rage.

Jiang Shuo did not feel that there was anything wrong with him, but remained calm and said, "Senior Mo, you were furious, but you did not face my problem head on. What harm is there in this Pulse Swallowing Divine Art? "

"Hazard? As long as you are not greedy and do not practice that last move, there will be no harm at all. " As he spoke of this matter, Mo Xuanwu's voice trembled with agitation, "I know. You must have seen how worried I was. Hmph, back then if I wasn't disturbed by my enemy when I was cultivating to the point of no return, how could my cultivation go berserk and turn into something that is neither human nor ghost? Although they were lucky enough to survive, they ended up in prison and lost their freedom. I have already told you everything I know. Whether you believe it or not, don't you think that my legs are already broken?

"Broken legs?" Mo Xuanwu's legs had been buried under the thick iron chains the entire time. In addition to the dim light, it was impossible to see him clearly. At this point, Jiang Shuo focused his eyes and saw that his knees were shrivelled up and looked like they had lost their shape. No wonder he hadn't moved.

Jiang Shuo's eyes flashed with compassion, feeling a little guilty for rejecting Mo Xuanwu's good intentions.

Mo Xuanwu glanced at Jiang Shuo, seeing that he was about to waver, he immediately said, "As for the moral issues you speak of, although this technique absorbs other people's qi, it doesn't mean that the person who is sucked in is a cripple." Of course, since you possess the Art of Swallowing Vein, it is inevitable that you will attract the envy of the martial arts world. If you are unwilling to learn because of this matter, then I will not spare you the teaching of such a coward. However, you should be aware that this place is heavily guarded since you've snuck in from the outside. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been trapped here for ten years. If you want to leave, the only way is to cultivate this Pulse Devouring Divine Art. Furthermore, under my guidance, your 'Pulse Swallowing Divine Art' will be able to reach perfection in a short period of time.

Jiang Shuo's eyes suddenly narrowed, the other side's words directly touching his most sensitive point.

He had a lot of things to do, and each one of them needed a strong force to back them up.

And all of this was based on the premise of escaping from this prison.

"I'll learn." After some deliberation, Jiang Shuo nodded his head.

"Alright, come over." Mo Xuanwu's angry expression eased a little as he waved at Jiang Shuo.

Jiang Shuo was stunned, he felt that this scene was familiar. He smiled at the bottom of his heart, how come he didn't offend him again and get slapped again?

In the Hundred Flowers Sect, Jiang Shuo had come in contact with many martial arts, but most of them were rudimentary entry levels. This Pulse Swallowing Divine Art was the first technique he'd decided to seriously learn. Recalling Mo Xuanwu's various descriptions of him, Jiang Shuo could not help but feel uneasy.

"Come with me, I'll tell you about this Pulse Swallowing Divine Art." When Jiang Shuo was in front of him, Mo Xuanwu said to him.

Without suspecting anything, Jiang Shuo turned his head to the side and put his ear close, unguarded.

"Let me tell you, this Pulse Devouring Divine Art …" Afraid that the other party might hear him, Mo Xuanwu suppressed his voice to the point that it was nearly inaudible.

Jiang Shuo frowned and continued to move closer.

Suddenly, Mo Xuanwu opened his arms, locking Jiang Shuo in place.

The tyrannical Zhen Qi filled Mo Xuanwu's limbs and bones, his body was like steel, Jiang Shuo was unable to move, unable to struggle free.

The familiar routine surprised Jiang Shuo, "Senior Mo, you..." What Do You Do... "Ahhh!"

Before he finished speaking, Mo Xuanwu's head fiercely stabbed into Jiang Shuo's neck, and he opened his mouth to bite him.

Just as he stopped bleeding, the thin film of skin on his body split open and Jiang Shuo felt pain all over his body.

"Pulse Swallowing Divine Art, it can swallow blood, devour true qi. When the dantian is as wide as the abyss, the meridians and veins will all open up …"

At the same time, indistinct words exploded above Jiang Shuo's head like a clap of thunder.

The sound of the morning bell made Jiang Shuo's head spin, as if he was holding a burning iron, imprinting each word into his mind.

And from the wound on his neck, a trickle of energy flowed into his body along the tendons and veins, washing the filth and assaulting his acupoints.

As his speed of speech became faster and faster, the small stream began to surge like a surging tide, like a fierce dragon, tearing Jiang Shuo's skin and drilling into his body.

This inexplicable force fused into Jiang Shuo's blood vessels, expanding his veins and vessels. Jiang Shuo could only feel his body swelling up.

Along the way, this surge of energy killed gods and buddhas, breaking through countless acupoints in one go.

When he reached the jade pillow, it was like he encountered a wall and blocked his way. Mo Xuanwu's eyes narrowed, his palm moved up and pressed on the back of Jiang Shuo's head, releasing a steady stream of warmth.

"Pop —"

Like the sound of paper being pierced through, the wall of the Jade Pillar Pass crumbled, and the force of the impact forced its way in. Jiang Shuo felt a surge of tyrannical zhenqi coursing through his body.

Ren Meridian was the main blood, Du Meridian was the main qi, if two meridians were open, then eight meridians; if eight meridians were open, then one hundred meridians would be open. As the last acupoint was broken through, the zhenqi in Jiang Shuo's body exploded and quickly flowed to his eight extraordinary meridians.

Jiang Shuo's heart felt like it was being squeezed in a moment, the pain making him cry out in pain. In that moment, all the strength in his body was sucked out and Jiang Shuo collapsed limply to the ground. Chaos filled his brain and he finally fainted.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Shuo, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes and saw Mo Xuanwu in front of him.

In just a short moment, Mo Xuanwu's white beard and hair completely turned white. A crisscrossing ravine formed on his oily face, as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant.

"Senior Mo, you …" Jiang Shuo was surprised and was about to rush over to check on Mo Xuanwu's condition.

In a moment of desperation, he stomped on the ground with all of his strength and unleashed his full strength. He then leaped up lightly and heavily hit the top of the cage with a "clang" sound.

Jiang Shuo covered his head and fell to the ground, tears welling up at the corners of his eyes. Only now did he realize that his body had never felt so relaxed, an indescribable sense of comfort, as if it had been reborn.

He stretched his limbs in surprise and only after a moment did he recall Mo Xuanwu. He immediately walked over and asked, "Senior Mo, are you alright?"

"I just opened a few acupoints for you. What's wrong with me?" Mo Xuanwu waved his hand, but his words sounded weak, and he passed on a method to Jiang Shuo, "Now, try gathering your true qi into your palm, and pat my shoulder."

"Yes." Jiang Shuo followed the instructions and went through a few cycles, accumulating a little bit of true energy in his dantian. Following Mo Xuanwu's circulation method, he drew true energy into his palm.

How could he know that if Mo Xuanwu hadn't expended most of his energy to open up his meridians and acupoints, it would have taken an ordinary person a few years to complete the first circulation of his zhenqi.

Jiang Shuo felt his palms heat up, and without any hesitation, his palm landed on Mo Xuanwu's shoulder.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, Jiang Shuo's palm jumped, producing a strong suction force that sucked in an internal force from Mo Xuanwu's body.

Just when Jiang Shuo was worried that he would hurt Mo Xuanwu, Mo Xuanwu sunk his martial spirit into his dantian, his eyes fixed, true energy wrapped around his body as though it was made of gold, shaking Jiang Shuo out of it.

Jiang Shuo took two steps back. After the Qi entered his body, it slowly flowed into his dantian under Jiang Shuo's guidance, naturally fusing with his own Qi. Jiang Shuo felt energized and his Qi increased.

"This Pulse Swallowing Divine Art is truly mysterious!" Jiang Shuo gasped in admiration, rejoicing at the change.

On the other side, Mo Xuanwu frowned. Through the power of that palm just now, he found that Jiang Shuo was very talented, far less than his father, Jiang Shangwu.

Without much thought, Mo Xuanwu instructed, "Even though this Pulse Swallowing Divine Art is powerful, it is useless against those whose inner strength is exceptionally stable. In addition, you must be careful when absorbing other people's inner force. Different types of inner force will conflict with each other, causing the tendons and veins to be torn apart, and the internal organs to be cut apart. You and I share the same source of inner strength, so that we can fuse and strengthen ourselves. In other words, the inner force of others could only be used at once, and could not be accumulated and merged. Of course, when one reached the final move of the Pulse Swallowing Divine Art, they could absorb other people's inner strength for their own use. I will pass on the method to you, but I advise you not to practice it. This final move is extremely dangerous, and it is said that only the founder has successfully mastered it. "

At this moment, Mo Xuanwu taught Jiang Shuo the final move.

Jiang Shuo took note of the message and asked, "Senior Mo, are you not coming with me?"