Street Vendor Kung Fu

At the very front sat the Vice Palace Master of the Righteous Dao Alliance’s Dao Palace, an Earth-tier cultivator who had achieved Great Perfection in the Divine Venerable Realm.

She was one of the few female Divine Venerables in the entire Righteous Dao Alliance, a cultivator from the same era as Fairy Yunxia.

In fact, Fairy Yunxia also held a title within the Righteous Dao Alliance, that of an honorary elder.

She could have become an elder of the Righteous Dao Alliance’s Elder Council.

However, according to the rules, once one became an official elder of the alliance, they would have to sever ties with their original sect and pledge absolute loyalty to the alliance.

Fairy Yunxia, however, had always focused her efforts on strengthening her own sect.

Thus, she declined the offer.

The students of this Dao Palace, both male and female, were taught separately.

After all, the physical constitutions of men and women differed, and their cultivation methods were not interchangeable, so it was only natural for powerful female cultivators to provide guidance.

Seeing Jiang Yao’s awkward expression, the other female students couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“You’ve got some nerve,” one remarked.

The students here hailed from various sects across the five countries, unfamiliar with each other.

Yet many of them had arrived much earlier, naturally aware that Jiang Yao was new.

Mei Biyu observed Jiang Yao’s distracted demeanor and posed a question.

“Jiang Yao, do you have any objections to the cultivation insights this old one has shared?”

This question left Jiang Yao utterly speechless.

“Hehe.”
Yang Lu, sitting nearby, covered her mouth, chuckling incessantly as she watched her best friend squirm.

Su Muyu, on the other hand, gazed at Jiang Yao with a worried expression.

“To answer the teacher, this disciple has only just arrived and has not yet acclimated to this unfamiliar environment,” Jiang Yao explained, taking a deep breath.

“I have been lost in thought, and I beg the teacher’s forgiveness.”

Mei Biyu considered her words and did not press the matter further.

“Alas! Take a seat,” she sighed.

“On the path of cultivation, there is only advancement, no retreat.”

“All below the Divine Venerable Realm are but ants; you must truly dedicate your thoughts and energy to cultivation.”

Only then did Jiang Yao nod and take her seat.

“Missing your man, are we?” Yang Lu transmitted via divine sense, a playful grin on her face.

Jiang Yao immediately glared at her, then glanced at Su Muyu.

In truth, Su Muyu’s mind was also far from the lecture.

Upon arriving at this Dao Palace, she, too, had immediately sent a message to Yan Yun.

She was now awaiting a reply.

As for Yan Yun, she was still wandering through the capital of Xiang Country, hoping to find something peculiar.

As she strolled, she genuinely stumbled upon something intriguing: a stall belonging to an old man, displaying numerous cultivation technique manuals.

Crucially, among these manuals was the Heavenly Poison Sutra.

“What? Old Ancestor, I never imagined our cultivation technique would end up as something sold on a roadside stall.”
“Don’t you feel any heartache?” Yan Yun quipped.

Yan Lingyun replied.

“My cultivation technique can only be practiced by those with great resolve.”

“Even if the technique is revealed, those who fear death would never dare to cultivate it.”

“What you don’t realize is that many powerful cultivation techniques are sold for next to nothing.”

Upon hearing this, Yan Yun immediately squatted down, her curiosity piqued, and began flipping through the manuals.

However, apart from the Heavenly Poison Sutra, the other techniques were mostly low-grade.

“Young lady, are you looking to buy a cultivation technique?” the old man asked, a smile on his face.

Yan Yun, intrigued, asked a question.

“This Poison Sutra, I recall it originated from Jiang Country, didn’t it?”
“How did you acquire it?”

Seeing Yan Yun’s interest in the Heavenly Poison Sutra, the old man immediately picked up the manual and began to recommend it.

“Young lady, this is no ordinary cultivation technique.”

“This technique was practiced by the peerless expert, the Heavenly Poison Maiden, who once dominated the continent a thousand years ago.”

“It was undoubtedly a top-tier technique of its time.”

“If you are interested, young lady, it only costs ten spirit stones.”

Yan Yun chuckled.

“Old man, you only mention how powerful this technique is, but you fail to mention that cultivating it will most likely cost one’s life.”

“If it were truly that simple, poison cultivators would be found everywhere on the streets.”

Hearing this, the old man realized Yan Yun was already familiar with the technique, and could only offer an embarrassed smile.

“Ah, it seems the young lady has already looked into this technique.”

“No matter, I have other powerful techniques here; perhaps you’d like to take another look.”

Yan Yun continued flipping through the manuals until she found a somewhat unique one, titled ‘Heavenly Eye Divine Ability’.

“Heavenly Eye Divine Ability, old man, what is so special about this technique?”
“Its name certainly sounds unique.” Yan Yun asked curiously.

The old man patiently began to explain.

“This technique is a method that can strengthen one’s divine sense, but cultivating it is also very dangerous.”

“A slight mishap could lead to the complete annihilation of one’s soul.”

“Like the Heavenly Poison Sutra, it has a low barrier to entry but an extremely low success rate.”

This was precisely what Yan Lingyun referred to as a powerful, yet dirt-cheap, cultivation technique—one specifically designed to enhance divine sense.

A cultivator’s divine sense is a formidable tool in itself; a powerful divine sense can instantly render others foolish or disrupt their consciousness.

“Are there many cultivation techniques of this kind?” Yan Yun inquired.

The old man immediately pulled out several more manuals from his stall and placed them before Yan Yun.

“Aside from the Heavenly Eye Divine Ability and the Heavenly Poison Sutra, look here: this ‘Demonic Body Tempering Manual,’ the ‘Nine Heavens Thunder Summoning Divine Art,’ the ‘Soul Splitting Method,’ and the ‘Blood Soul Art’—these are all truly powerful techniques.”

“At the very least, their creators were all renowned experts on the Tianchen Continent.”

Gazing at these cultivation techniques, Yan Yun felt a wave of speechlessness.

“How much for each of these?” Yan Yun decided to buy them and take a look.

Perhaps, if others couldn’t cultivate them, she could?

The Heavenly Poison Sutra alone had already allowed her to defy fate and change her destiny.

If she could master these techniques that others found impossible to cultivate, how powerful would she become?

“Ten spirit stones each,” the old man stated.

Yan Yun didn’t haggle; she simply bought one of each of these seemingly haphazard techniques.

After she completed her purchase, the old man produced a few more from his storage artifact and placed them on the stall.

“Heavenly Eye Divine Ability: Requires extremely high soul strength to cultivate.”

“If successful, each layer will double the power of one’s divine sense.”

“However, if soul strength is insufficient and cultivation fails, consciousness will dissipate, leading to a vegetative state at best, or instant death at worst.”

“Divine Demon Body Tempering Art: Requires an extremely strong physique and musculature to cultivate.”

“If successful, one will undoubtedly gain boundless physical strength.”

“However, if cultivation fails, the body will shatter into pieces, turning into a bloody pulp.”

“Nine Heavens Thunder Summoning Art: Summons heavenly lightning to strike oneself, absorbing its power into the body, to be released as an attack against enemies when needed.”

“But if a mistake is made, one will be blasted into dust by the heavenly lightning.”

As Yan Yun read the descriptions of these cultivation techniques, her scalp prickled more and more.

Honestly, compared to these, the Heavenly Poison Sutra seemed quite benign.

These techniques almost all had stringent requirements and incredibly perilous cultivation methods.

Take the lightning summoning, for instance.

The lightning summoned wasn’t the kind released by lightning-attribute cultivators using their spiritual energy; it was natural lightning, the lightning of heavenly tribulation.

This type of lightning was inherently an archenemy to all living beings, yet the cultivation method required one to draw heavenly lightning into their body and store its power within.

It seemed more likely that one would be obliterated into dust the moment they began cultivating it.

“What? Old Ancestor, are the people who invented these techniques truly expecting anyone to cultivate them?”

“Each one is more outrageous than the last.”

“No wonder they’re roadside trash.” Yan Yun exclaimed, having read through all the purchased techniques.

“The creators of these techniques were absolutely deranged.”

Yan Lingyun laughed.

“Hehe, powerful cultivation techniques often come with immense risks.”

“Moreover, let me tell you, the creators of these techniques likely only summarized them after becoming powerful experts themselves, not at the very beginning of their journey.”

“Just like my Heavenly Poison Sutra, I’m not afraid to tell you, the Heavenly Poison Sutra was created, but I didn’t cultivate it in the same way you do.”

“Do you understand?”

This statement was truly amusing.

“Huh? What do you mean?”
“You didn’t cultivate your own technique?” Yan Yun was confused.

“Are you foolish?”

“I am the creator of this technique, but I didn’t create it at the very beginning of my cultivation, did I?”

“This technique is the product of my efforts after becoming a Divine Venerable, combining it with the Heavenly Tome, and undergoing numerous experiments,” Yan Lingyun explained.

At this point, Yan Yun finally understood.

It turned out she was the first guinea pig for this cultivation technique, its very first practitioner.

“It seems you’ve understood, hahahaha….” Yan Lingyun laughed.

Meanwhile, Yan Yun’s mouth twitched uncontrollably.

“Damn it, I’ll create a perverse cultivation technique based on my experiences too, something like: only men can cultivate it, but if they do, they’ll turn into women.”

“Oh really?”
“I’m quite looking forward to it,” Yan Lingyun chuckled.

Yan Yun purchased many items in the Royal Capital of Xiang Country, including thousands of jars of spirit wine, intended to reward her workers upon her return.

She also acquired numerous medicinal herbs not found in Jiang Country, as her research into poisons required a diverse array of ingredients.

Having bought everything she needed, she decided to head back.

En route, she received messages from Jiang Yao and Su Muyu, both essentially asking about her situation and informing her that they had already become students of the Dao Palace.

Yan Yun promptly replied to their messages, then returned to the Wuyin Mountain Range.

For the time being, she likely wouldn’t be venturing out again, sensing a certain unrest in the surrounding area.

Immediately upon her return, Yan Yun brought Xiao Leng into her immortal dwelling.

“Hehe, Boss, here are all sorts of spirit grasses I bought for you, and even some pills specifically for beasts.”

“These should last you a while, right?”

Yan Yun retrieved numerous items from her storage artifact, all purchased for Xiao Leng.

Xiao Leng gazed at the items, a wry smile involuntarily appearing on her face.

“You truly are wealthy, aren’t you?”

“I have to risk my life fighting other demon beasts just for a single fourth-tier medicinal herb, yet you casually buy hundreds of them in one go.”

“How can I possibly compare?”

“Oh, come on, everyone has their own destiny.”

“Don’t dwell on it; just take them all.”

“They’re all for you,” Yan Yun said with a chuckle.

Xiao Leng, giving Yan Yun a grateful look, watched as Yan Yun then put all the items away, intending to take them out when needed.

“Oh, right, let that little black dog go.”

“She’s already decided to submit to you,” Xiao Leng added.

Yan Yun had originally intended to keep the white fox as a pet, but now that the white fox was her boss, she certainly couldn’t entertain such thoughts any longer.

“What?”
“Wasn’t that little one quite stubborn?”
“How did you convince her?” Yan Yun asked, intrigued.

Xiao Leng gave a brief explanation.

Soon after, a woman dressed in a black dress appeared before Yan Yun.

The woman appeared fierce, exuding an untamed, rebellious aura, yet she was undeniably beautiful.