Next, the two of them tacitly didn't mention anything about exploration, leaving room for future cooperation.

They talked about the old techniques, mainly Wang Xuan asking about some information, such as the gold bamboo slips from the pre-Qin period.

Zhao Qinghan told him clearly not to think too much about these "strange objects". Only four have been unearthed over the years, and two of them were fought over and scattered.

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The truly intact gold bamboo slips from the pre-Qin period are only two, locked in the most secure safe of the largest bank in New Planet.

Wang Xuan regretted that such things were out of reach.

Even though the old techniques have declined, the organizations and conglomerates have not let go, at least not yet.

Zhao Qinghan told him that anything related to pre-Qin Taoist masters is extremely precious, because there are so few in existence.

"So, ordinary pre-Qin bamboo slips are also priceless?" Wang Xuan asked.

Zhao Qinghan glanced at him and said, "There is no such thing as an ordinary bamboo slip related to pre-Qin Taoist masters."

Wang Xuan realized how precious the translation of the pre-Qin bamboo slips that Professor Lin gave him was.

In fact, Professor Lin almost lost his life for this bamboo slip, and he barely escaped from the pre-Qin tomb.

"I heard that there was a grandmaster in New Planet who died while practicing a certain body technique, which consumed his own life. How strong are people at that level?"

Zhao Qinghan was slightly surprised, thinking that he was not too ignorant of information since he knew about this incident in New Planet. She judged that he must have other sources of information.

Wang Xuan knew that she must have various thoughts after he said this.

But he didn't care. They would soon go their separate ways, and they wouldn't have much overlap under normal circumstances. He didn't want to get involved in Zhao Qinghan's exploration plan.

Zhao Qinghan felt that the path of the old techniques was quite difficult to walk, and very few people could achieve success.

"That grandmaster practiced a secret Taoist scripture from the place you just mentioned, and ended up cooking his own five organs. He died quite tragically."

Wang Xuan was shocked. Was it really that dangerous?

He became even more cautious and valued the golden book in his hand even more. What Zhang Daoling left behind was definitely not inferior to the secret Taoist scripture of the Taoist ancestral temple.

Qing Cheng sighed, "Why bother? He was already a grandmaster, but in the end, his five organs became a stew. People are never satisfied."

"It's easy for you to say. When he was getting older every day and learned that once he succeeded in practicing that kind of body technique, his aging five organs could be reborn, and he could live for decades longer, could he resist the temptation?"

"If there are such great benefits, I would also like to try it!" Qing Cheng nodded and yearned for it.

"How far is the level of grandmasters from pre-Qin Taoist masters?" Wang Xuan asked.

"It's not even on the same level. It's too far apart to compare," Zhao Qinghan said calmly.

Then she looked at Wang Xuan and said, "It seems that you really want to continue on the path of the old techniques and aim for pre-Qin Taoist masters?"

Wang Xuan said, "I am a person who has been abandoned. I can't access the new techniques, so I can only continue on the path of the old techniques."

Qing Cheng felt sorry for his friend after hearing this.

Zhao Qinghan felt that Wang Xuan had great talent in the old techniques, and no one could predict what his future would hold.Qin Cheng shook his head and said, "Old Wang is born in the wrong era. If he lived in ancient times, he could have grown to become a legend or even a myth. But in this era of technological civilization, what can he do with his mastery of old techniques? He can't even withstand modern weapons. The stars are still shining, but Qin Shihuang and Han Wu have turned into yellow earth. The masters of old techniques who were tasked with finding the elixir of life have all died in the passage of time. The road of old techniques is difficult, and there seems to be no hope."

This topic was somewhat heavy. Living in this era, old techniques have indeed become dim and it is difficult to see any hope for them to shine again.

But what can old techniques do even if they are strong? A single elite soldier with an advanced technological weapon is enough to defeat a master of old techniques.

Zhao Qinghan looked at Wang Xuan and found that he was very calm. Obviously, he was a man with a strong inner belief. Does he still think there is a way out for old techniques?

"So..." Qin Cheng spoke again, picking up where he left off, and looked at Zhao Qinghan. "It's such a pity if Old Wang is buried like this. Miss Zhao, do you have any way to help Wang Xuan, such as teaching him new techniques or taking him to New Planet?"

After saying so much, he was only laying the groundwork and was willing to lower his face to ask Zhao Qinghan for help.

Wang Xuan waved his hand to stop him and then patted his shoulder, saying, "I know my own path."

He didn't say thank you to Qin Cheng, but understood his intentions. However, he didn't want to ask for help like this.

Zhao Qinghan informed him that she would push for this matter after returning to New Planet, but she couldn't guarantee anything.

Wang Xuan expressed his gratitude to her but politely declined. He wanted to consider his own path again.

Zhao Qinghan nodded, smiled, and soon got up to say goodbye, saying that they would meet again later.

Wang Xuan and Qin Cheng stood up and watched her leave.

Qin Cheng said, "Old Wang, you don't seem to want to get too involved with her, but you just rejected her like that. I think it's a pity. If she is willing to help, she can probably take you to New Planet."

Wang Xuan shook his head and said, "The high-end players have already started exploring a certain mysterious area. It's not something I can handle. I don't want to get involved."

Qin Cheng nodded and asked, "What is that place? She mentioned that some people have ambitions to become gods and want to ignite the divine fire. What's going on?"

"I don't have enough information at the moment to determine what's going on, but it sounds like it's related to the Western belief in deification."

"What? Can someone really have delusions of becoming a god in this era? That's insane!"

Wang Xuan said, "Who knows what they have discovered. Didn't she also mention that some people are daydreaming about becoming a Buddha or ancestor?"

Qin Cheng sighed, "It seems that something extraordinary has really happened in the depths of space. I can even feel the strong winds blowing over there. The stars, the ocean of stars, the new era, it's all so vast and exciting. I wish I could go there right away."

"After the founding of the country, no one is allowed to become a spirit!"

Qin Cheng was speechless at his sudden remark and thought the joke was a bit cold.

Wang Xuan explained, "What I mean is, in this era of advanced technology, it's okay for some of the wealthy magnates on New Planet to have some delusions. But if they really dare to cross the line, they will probably die a miserable death. Other organizations and large institutions will definitely take action, and the country will not sit idly by. Those who go against the trend will be crushed by all parties."

...In the evening, Wang Xuan returned to his residence and carefully studied the bamboo slips that Professor Lin had given him, trying to feel the power buried in the years.

Qing Cheng's words had touched him somewhat. In this era, with such a brilliant technological civilization, even the top experts in the old arts couldn't resist those weapons and saw no way out.

The stars were brilliant, and the world had changed for a thousand years. Could the old arts still be reborn?

Wang Xuan put down the bamboo slips and went to look at the body techniques recorded in the golden book. He practiced for a while according to the several carved illustrations on the first page. When he felt a slight pain in his five organs, he stopped, not daring to push himself too hard.

He knew that what Zhang Daoling had left behind must be priceless, but he couldn't be too hasty.

What made him feel more at ease was that the pain was different from what Qing Mu had said. He seemed to be able to adapt slowly and could continue practicing after a short rest.

Half an hour later, he felt he had reached his limit and decisively stopped practicing the body techniques in the golden book.

"Let's take a look at the old arts scripture that Zhou Mingxuan gave me."

A few days ago, at a classmate gathering, he received an old arts secret book from Zhou Mingxuan. He had not carefully read it since he brought it back.

He didn't hold out much hope and didn't think the other party would give him anything extraordinary.

"Hm, it's similar to the Golden Armor Body Technique I practiced, and even its follow-up?" Wang Xuan was surprised and began to study it carefully.

This was a body technique called "Golden Body," which seemed to have a powerful effect. According to the records, in the later stages, one could be fearless against human weapons.

Wang Xuan was speechless. The description of this body technique in the book was somewhat exaggerated, wasn't it?

If it really had such an amazing effect, how could Zhou Mingxuan possibly give it to him?

When Wang Xuan saw the back, his face changed, and he directly threw the secret book on the table.

"Old Zhou, don't blame me for beating up your son. If we have a chance in the future, I'll beat him again!"

He felt that Zhou Mingxuan had played him. What kind of crappy secret book was this? The things recorded in it were obviously false and unreliable. No wonder Old Zhou gave it to him.

This body technique, called Golden Body, according to the records, could increase one's resistance to attacks after the first level was achieved. It probably took a year to accomplish. Then, the secret book clearly stated that the time required to advance each level would double. What kind of person could practice such a technique?

Wang Xuan simply wanted to go and beat up Zhou Yun immediately. According to this algorithm, unless one lived for hundreds of years, dreaming of practicing this technique to a higher level was impossible!

He flipped through the pages, and there were more than nine levels? Thirteen levels in total! Wait, he looked carefully and there were even the fourteenth and fifteenth levels in the deduction!

"Oh my god!" Wang Xuan was dumbfounded. Hundreds of years were already considered too little time. Was this a body technique for humans to practice?

"Old Zhou, you can go ahead and play. Just wait and see!" Wang Xuan threw the yellowed, antique-looking book aside.