Chapter 103: Water Steps

The Ink Painting faction is indeed mostly comprised of vision-limited rogue cultivators, but there are also quite a few vision-extraordinary cultivators among them.

Not to mention others, the master who teaches Ink Painting array methods is absolutely not an ordinary cultivator; that person referred to by Ink Painting as "Snow Aunt," a woman wearing a hazy veil, likely possesses illusion techniques, not to mention other techniques; also, the two children who strolled the streets with him that day seem to be surnamed Bai, and judging by their appearance and demeanor, their origin is clearly not ordinary; also, his father, Mo Shan, although his cultivation is average, has hunted demons in the mountains for years, so his eyesight and experience are also not weak...

Zhang Lan calculated in his heart, if they knew that he taught Ink Painting a common body method, he would likely be the one despised, not Ink Painting.

Ink Painting is just a child, what could he understand?

At that time, the only one who would be despised would be him, Zhang Lan.

Thinking of that veiled female cultivator looking at him with contempt, Zhang Lan found it a bit hard to accept.

No good, he couldn't lose this face!

"This matter not only concerns my personal dignity, but also the face of my Zhang family. I cannot let people think that my Zhang family is a family without a foundation in cultivation." Zhang Lan found an excuse for himself in his heart.

"These body methods are all very ordinary, I'll teach you a different one." Zhang Lan said to Ink Painting.

"Different?"

"Right, completely different from ordinary body methods."

Ink Painting was instead troubled. His original intention was just to ask Zhang Lan for some guidance, to see which techniques were good to learn, preferably techniques that everyone had heard of and learned.

If everyone had learned it, then this technique was definitely practical and wouldn't be bad. Cultivators wouldn't be so idle and bored as to learn a completely useless technique.

And if everyone had learned it, it meant the technique was relatively stable and didn't have major problems. Even if Zhang Lan didn't teach him later, if Ink Painting had questions about the technique, it would be easy to find others to ask.

But now Zhang Lan wanted to teach Ink Painting something different, which made Ink Painting a bit uneasy in his heart. If cultivating this technique required those precious spiritual objects, he really couldn't afford them...

"What's with that expression?" Zhang Lan couldn't help but gently pat the table. "Why do you look so reluctant? Others beg me to teach them, and I might not teach them. You, kid, don't act coy when you're getting a good deal!"

"I'm just afraid of troubling you, Uncle Zhang," Ink Painting scratched his head, "Or, you can just casually find a body method in this book to teach me?"

Ink Painting spread open the "Qi Refining Techniques Compilation." This book recorded common techniques for the Qi Refining period, techniques that were familiar to grassroots cultivators. Ink Painting felt at ease learning them.

"No good! I can't lose this face!"

Zhang Lan refused no matter what.

Ink Painting didn't understand how learning a technique could lead to losing face...

Zhang Lan's heart firmed up, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I'll teach you Water Passing Step, this is my Zhang family's ultimate technique!"

Ink Painting hesitated for a long time, then weakly said, "Is your family's ultimate technique so worthless that you can just casually teach it to others?"

Zhang Lan was so angry he almost spat blood. He grabbed Ink Painting by the collar, lifted him up with spiritual power, and said, "Come with me!"

Liu Ru Hua saw this from the side, but she knew that Zhang Lan was the Dian Shi of the Dao Court Si and had a good relationship with Ink Painting, so he wouldn't make things difficult for Ink Painting. Thus, she didn't ask.

She just silently thought in her heart, how could Director Zhang, a grown adult, still have a temper almost like Ink Painting's...

Zhang Lan lifted Ink Painting by the collar and took him to the foot of a mountain outside Tong Xian City.

The woods here were lush and secluded, with few people coming and going.

Ink Painting only felt himself being held off the ground by spiritual power, then the sky spun and the earth turned, and the surrounding scenery receded. After a while, he came back to his senses and found himself outside Tong Xian City.

"Uncle Zhang, why did you bring me here?" Ink Painting couldn't help but ask.

"Stab me with this sword."

Zhang Lan threw a black lacquered sword inlaid with gold and ancient pine patterns to Ink Painting, a sword that didn't look ordinary at first glance.

Ink Painting opened his mouth, "This isn't good."

"Just stab if I tell you to stab."

"What if I injure you?" Ink Painting said worriedly.

Zhang Lan looked at Ink Painting speechlessly, making Ink Painting realize that he seemed to be overestimating himself a bit.

Given Ink Painting's cultivation, Zhang Lan could stand still and let him stab him with a sword for a whole day and perhaps not even injure a single hair.

"Okay then."

Since Zhang Lan wasn't afraid, what was he afraid of?

Ink Painting held the sword, preparing to stab Zhang Lan, but after trying a bit, he still said, "This isn't good."

"Why isn't it good again?" Zhang Lan asked.

"I can't hold this sword..."

Ink Painting said in a small voice.

What kind of sword was Zhang Lan using? How could it be so heavy? Could this really be a sword that a spiritual cultivator could use?

Zhang Lan sighed and pointed a finger upwards. Before Ink Painting could see clearly what happened, a section of a tree branch fell from the tree.

"Use this tree branch."

"Oh." Ink Painting nodded.

He took the tree branch, held his breath, and focused his energy, channeling force through the tree branch and thrusting it towards Zhang Lan. Of course, Ink Painting's force was almost negligible, but what could he do since he wasn't a body cultivator who refined his body?

But the next scene left Ink Painting dumbfounded.

Ink Painting's tree branch passed through Zhang Lan's body.

Ink Painting was startled, but when he came back to his senses, he found there was no force feedback on the tree branch, and he hadn't actually stabbed anything. He then looked closely and discovered that the figure of Zhang Lan in front of him gradually blurred, and then disappeared, and Zhang Lan appeared one step away.

Although Ink Painting didn't know what had happened, he felt it was amazing!

"Is this a body method?"

Zhang Lan smiled slightly, then his figure scattered like water mist, and many afterimages appeared around Ink Painting. Not only could his eyes not distinguish them, but even his divine sense couldn't lock onto them.

After a while, all the spiritual power dissipated, and Zhang Lan appeared in his original place again, as if he hadn't moved a step.

Ink Painting was extremely shocked.

Zhang Lan looked at Ink Painting's appearance, as if he had never seen the world before, and felt comfortable all over, but his facial expression remained calm.

"Want to learn this time?"

Ink Painting couldn't help but nod.

"This body method is called Water Passing Step, and it is my Zhang family's ultimate technique. It is generally not passed on to outsiders. Water Passing Step is a body method used by spiritual cultivators. It can control the physical body with spiritual power, allowing one to flash, turn, and dodge within inches of space, dodging a cultivator's attacks. When cultivated to a high level, one can even cultivate afterimages to confuse others' vision and disturb others' divine sense..."

Ink Painting listened attentively, then said worriedly:

"Then if you teach me, won't you be passing it on to an outsider? Your Zhang family won't punish you, right? If that's the case, then let's forget it."

"Is this body method not good?"

"It's good, but I can't cause you trouble," Ink Painting said somewhat tangled.

Zhang Lan was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Relax, I dare to teach you, so there will definitely be no problem. Those old stubborn people in the clan can't do anything to me either."

At most, they'll lock me in confinement for a few months and make me kneel in the ancestral hall for a few days...

Zhang Lan silently added in his heart. Of course, he wouldn't say such embarrassing words out loud.

"Oh, oh," Ink Painting nodded, then asked again: "Then if I learn it, your family won't kill me to silence me to ensure that the ultimate technique isn't passed on to outsiders, right..."

Zhang Lan couldn't help but knock on Ink Painting's forehead again, "What's inside your little head? How can you say such messy things?"

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