Jin Chuan sneaked into the underground palace to intercept, and Wang Xuan thought that there might be a fierce bloody conflict, but after a short collision, both sides quickly retreated.

Wang Xuan realized that the relationship between the two sides was complicated.

On the way back, the atmosphere in the small spacecraft was heavy. Yao Zi had a big hole in his chest, and his upper body was covered in blood. The bodies had already turned cold.

There were also casualties in the other groups, and they each carried their own injured comrades away.

Qing Mu spoke up, "I will privately give some money to Yao Zi's family."

With a green mask on his face, Qing Mu's expression couldn't be seen. He spoke calmly, saying, "Those who can survive are adventurers, and those who die are just passers-by."

Wang Xuan fell silent. That was a vibrant life, just recently as strong as a tiger or leopard, but now covered in white cloth.

This kind of adventure was no longer something that could be described as tense, exciting, and mysterious. It gradually revealed a terrifying side, with participants walking between life and death.

The internal evaluation of the Qingcheng Mountain operation within the adventure organization indicated that its danger level was not high.

Qing Mu revealed that some adventurers occasionally encountered unnatural phenomena that couldn't be explained by common sense, and that was what made it terrifying.

Hei Hu was sharpening his alloy knife, Feng Zheng had his eyes closed, and Lao Mu sighed. Their moods were low, and they didn't want to talk. It was clear that they had experienced this kind of thing more than once.

They couldn't even remember how many batches of companions they had changed.

"I will retire completely in two more years." Feng Zheng suddenly spoke up.

...

The return journey went smoothly. The spacecraft landed in a mansion on the outskirts, and then several cars sent Hei Hu, Lao Mu, and the others away separately.

Inside the mansion, Qing Mu asked Wang Xuan to stay behind and talk.

"You can keep the five-page golden book for yourself. It may be a powerful form of body technique, but I estimate that it belongs to the kind of thing that is extremely difficult to cultivate. You need to be mentally prepared."

Qing Mu only looked at the first page of the golden book and already felt overwhelmed. It involved the resonance of the five viscera and six bowels, exerting force, as well as blood transfusion and rebirth. He had heard of this kind of thing before.

"A long time ago, there was a master of the old technique in the New Planet who practiced something similar, but ended up killing himself."

Wang Xuan was stunned when he heard this.

To study the old technique and end up practicing oneself to death?!

"It involves blood transfusion and the rebirth of the viscera. Although it only activates a part of the organs, it is still extremely tempting for a master. Once cultivated, it can definitely extend one's life by several decades."

That was a master, but he still died. This was somewhat terrifying.

In modern times, the old technique had long declined. It was extremely rare for someone at such a high level to be called a master in this field.

It was estimated that it would be difficult to find someone like that in this era.

"Don't doubt it. New Planet took away a lot of good things a long time ago, so naturally there are people who have achieved great accomplishments. Of course, in the past few decades, the old technique has been increasingly neglected, and this 'field' has become completely barren."

What Qing Mu said was consistent with the information from the New Planet. It seemed that New Planet had discovered supernatural phenomena and had been exploring them for a long time.

"You must remain calm. This kind of thing cannot be cultivated just with determination. Even just trying to activate the first page, I felt uncomfortable, as if my organs were being cut by a knife." Qing Mu was trembling.

He turned around with the green mask on his face, quickly took off the mask, wiped off the cold sweat, and took deep breaths. His chest was heaving violently, and his profile, which was only glanced at, was extremely pale, lacking color.

After calming down the surging blood in his body, he returned the golden book to Wang Xuan. Although he was reluctant, he was still an extraordinary person and restrained his emotions.

"Don't try it recklessly. This is a life-threatening talisman!" Qing Mu warned again. He didn't dare to look at the following pages, afraid that one day he would lose control and end up killing himself.

Wang Xuan's face turned serious. For the first time, he realized that practicing body techniques could be so dangerous. It was even more extreme than practicing root techniques.

"Root techniques are the foundation of the old technique, improving your internal physique and spirit, while body techniques are the trunk and branches, showcasing your strength externally."

If we trace back to ancient times and rise to mythology, the description of body techniques becomes even more exaggerated, showcasing techniques like throwing elephants and cutting rivers.

Wang Xuan handed over the silver animal skin scroll. This was the goal of the adventure organization this time.

Qing Mu wanted to take the silver scroll with him and have someone evaluate it. If its value far exceeded expectations, Wang Xuan would be compensated.

Wang Xuan made his own request, saying, "If you decipher those words, please give me an annotation."

"No problem. After all, it was you who discovered and brought it back." Qing Mu told him that the adventure organization was not stingy with its own people.

Before parting, Qing Mu reminded Wang Xuan again not to act recklessly. The body techniques in the golden book might have a significant background, and directly practicing them could be fatal.

He strongly suspected that it might be something left behind by Zhang Daoling.

Wang Xuan took a deep breath. This time, he was truly shocked. Could the five pages of golden paper be related to him?

Upon careful consideration, it was indeed possible. There was a saying that Zhang Daoling lived in seclusion on Qingcheng Mountain in his later years, and finally transformed there.Wang Xuan suddenly felt that the five pages of gold paper might not be weaker than the silver scroll. He solemnly put them away and decided to study them carefully when he returned.

Qing Mu agreed to let him take the scanner and arranged for a car to send him back to the city.

Wang Xuan returned to the campus, packed up his things, and prepared to leave. Today was the deadline, and the Old Arts Experimental Class was completely over.

He only had some clothes for changing, no big luggage. He could just carry a backpack and leave, simple and quick.

Wang Xuan turned back and took a last look at the familiar scenery - the tall teaching building, the clear diamond-shaped lake, the falling leaves in the emerald garden... then he turned and left.

Everything behind him was over. From now on, he would officially immerse himself in the big dye vat of society.

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The house had already been rented, and it had been cleaned by the cleaning staff a few days ago. Wang Xuan went directly to buy various daily necessities such as bedding, towels, and toothpaste.

He felt a bit emotional. Now he had to work for a living.

This made Wang Xuan feel a strange feeling. He had just left Qingcheng Mountain not long ago, where he had explored, fought with others, and wandered between life and death.

Now he returned to the city, but he was busy with towels and toothbrushes. In two or three days, he would start working and be busy with life.

He had a feeling of space alternation and time dislocation. Exploring Qingcheng Mountain, working and living from morning till night, were all trajectories of his life, and his mood was complicated for a while.

He didn't immediately tell Qing Mu about going to the New Planet. He had just joined this exploration organization and hadn't made any contributions yet. It would be unrealistic to make such a high demand.

But now he had the opportunity. After they evaluated the silver beast skin scroll, he could talk to Qing Mu.

Wang Xuan quickly and efficiently bought all the necessary items and took a taxi to settle everything.

The place he rented belonged to an old residential area. The environment was relatively good, and the trees planted long ago had grown into towering trees. It was very quiet overall.

The downside was that the facilities were relatively old and not modern enough.

He rented a one-bedroom apartment that had just been renovated two years ago. Overall, it was not bad.

Wang Xuan quickly arranged the daily necessities, laid out the bedding, poured a glass of water, and sat down to rest.

His phone had been turned off for a day, and when he turned it on, there were indeed many messages and voicemails. He first called his parents and told them that everything was going well and that he would start working officially in a few days.

Then, Qing Cheng's call came in.

"Old Wang, where did you go? I was so worried. You didn't turn on your phone for more than a day, and I couldn't find you. I thought you were harmed by that bastard Zhou Yun. I was about to gather our classmates and seek revenge for you!"

He rambled on, shouting and yelling, making Wang Xuan's ears hurt.

Qing Cheng was indeed worried, afraid that Zhou Yun would retaliate and harm Wang Xuan. After all, he was the legitimate heir of the New Planet Consortium.

Wang Xuan really wanted to tell him that Zhou Yun had been severely beaten, with a broken nose and a broken arm. He was probably busy hating a half-blood and didn't have time to think about anything else.

But he didn't dare to say it. He was afraid that if Qing Cheng, this loudspeaker, heard it, the whole world would know about it the next day.

Wang Xuan lowered the volume of his phone and moved it farther away. He told Qing Cheng that he was meditating and had entered a deep state of concentration, so his phone had been turned off all the time.

"I'm about to leave. I couldn't find you all day. Let's have dinner tonight at the top floor of the Cangding Building!" Qing Cheng shouted boldly.

The higher the floor of the restaurant in the Cangding Building, the higher the consumption. As a recent graduate, Wang Xuan felt a bit guilty if he relied solely on his salary to go there.

Wang Xuan smiled and said, "Did your girlfriend change her mind, so you want to celebrate?"

He wasn't worried about Qing Cheng's wallet. He knew that Qing Cheng came from a wealthy family and didn't care about these things.

"Ah, the future is not optimistic. How can we relieve our worries? Only by eating and feasting. See you tonight!"

Wang Xuan sat in the room, flipping through the golden book, carefully pondering it. In the end, he couldn't resist it. Based on the first few pictures on the first page, he resonated with his five viscera and then exerted force according to a special rhythm.

In an instant, his five viscera and six bowels felt a bit painful. It was indeed as Qing Mu had said, this kind of thing was extremely difficult to practice.

But he also had some doubts. After practicing, he didn't turn as pale as Qing Mu. He felt that this kind of pain was not too extreme and could be endured.

"Still, be careful." He didn't dare to be careless because this could possibly be the body technique left by Zhang Daoling, and its origin was too significant.

The Daoist tradition existed very early, such as the Huang-Lao School of thought, which were all related to it.

As for Daoism, it appeared relatively late, and it was created by Zhang Daoling.

There was no doubt that even if Zhang Daoling was placed in the pre-Qin period, during the era when the Old Arts were most brilliant, he would still be an absolute top expert among the Daoists.

Wang Xuan looked at the time. The sun was about to set, so it was time to go out.

The surroundings of the Cangding Building were very prosperous, with a mature large-scale commercial district and a large flow of people.

When Wang Xuan arrived, he went straight to the top floor by elevator.

There were three restaurants on the top floor. Although the consumption was outrageous, the business was also very good.

He estimated that Qing Cheng should have made a reservation in advance. If nothing unexpected happened, they should be going to "Golden Years," one of the restaurants.Qing Cheng had treated guests here before, and in his words, the taste of Golden Age was the most authentic.

As Wang Xuan walked forward, he suddenly paused. Was this place... reserved?

The entire Golden Age was booked!

All he could say was that someone was rich. The cost of a table on a regular day would require several months' salary for an ordinary person, and now someone had booked the entire place.

He looked inside and found that some of the private rooms were empty. He guessed that a tycoon must have come, who just wanted some peace and quiet, so they booked the whole place.

"Wang Xuan?!" Suddenly, someone called him, and the tone didn't seem very friendly.

The Golden Age was quite spacious. A few women from another direction noticed him and walked over.

He only recognized two of the women. One was Zhou Ting, the daughter of Zhou Mingxuan, and his ex-girlfriend's cousin. She seemed to be in a good state today, not sleepwalking. She was wearing a waist-tightening long dress, looking graceful and quite attractive.

The other was Wang Xuan's college classmate. She was born on the Old Planet and was selected to go to the New Planet this time. He didn't expect to run into her here.

"Which Wang Xuan, could it be the one who was with Ling Wei..." A woman in a white evening dress next to him spoke, her expression unfriendly.

"It's him." Zhou Ting nodded.

These women were dressed quite formally, mainly in evening dresses. Their figures and appearances were all good, either youthful and beautiful or cold and elegant.

The woman in the white evening dress, with crystal-edged high heels, looked at Wang Xuan's face over and over again, with a scrutinizing gaze, and said, "Can't you be more of a man? It's been over a year since you broke up, why bother coming here to make trouble?!"

Wang Xuan frowned, seeming to understand something. However, he didn't know the situation here before, so he couldn't be blamed in any way.

The woman in the white evening dress raised her snow-white chin, glanced at him indifferently, quite disdainfully, and said, "You're not welcome here, and it's not a place you should come to. Please disappear immediately!"

Wang Xuan didn't have the habit of tolerating such people. After hearing her words, he calmly replied, "Where I am is none of your business. Besides, who do you think you are?"