642: Chapter 441 642: Chapter 441 Yuan Baozhu…
can you guys tone down the flirtatious act a bit?
Is it really appropriate to flaunt yourselves like this in front of a female disciple from the Buddhist Sect?
Jiang Tang…
the women in the Cultivation World, like the dazzling beauties of my previous life, are just as unrestrained!
I’m starting to lose control, what should I do?
Oh well…
he’ll just stick to his role as the virtuous sage beneath the willow tree!
Jiang Tang also really wants to break away from this monkish way of life.
Wouldn’t it be nice to be with a different one of the nine women every day?
But then again, that would be too frivolous.
As a cultivator, suddenly turning into a harem seems too much, but the current ambiguous relationship, if it continues to develop, is quite pleasant!
Women are toxic; it’s essential to keep some distance.
Zhang Nianjiao…
as a female disciple of the Taoist Sect, originally focused on cultivating her character, has joined the ranks of pursuing men.
Why does she seem so unlike herself now?
Zhang Nianjiao, with her petite and exquisite figure, also has delicate features on her small face and fair skin.
She’s wearing a green dress, not a Taoist robe.
The Zhang Clan, though they are recognized as being from the Taoist Sect, have the liberty to dress as they please.
They can wear Taoist robes at home, but are free to dress as they like when they go out.
She is now at the Great Perfection of Nascent Soul.
Previously she wasn’t at this level and couldn’t learn better cultivation methods, even in the higher-level Scripture Pavilion of her family.
She managed to copy some higher-level spells.
As for the cultivation methods of the Taoists within, she had nearly mastered them; other than gaining resources to enhance her own cultivation, she couldn’t learn any better techniques.
While others were busy, Zhang Nianjiao thought of Jiang Tang who could teach others the Dao Arts.
She learned some from him, and wondered if she could ask Jiang Tang for secret manuals on the Dao Arts of her family.
Jiang Tang…
I’m neither a treasury nor a Scripture Pavilion, why does everyone keep asking me for cultivation spells!
He had followed Zhang Nianjiao into her family’s Scripture Pavilion, but couldn’t comprehend any of the Daoist scriptures he saw there.
He didn’t understand how they could cultivate from those Dao Arts.
When Jiang Tang taught, it was merely from what he had realized from some secret manuals, which were not suitable for every cultivator.
Just like back in the North City Immortal Sect, where senior brothers with advanced abilities would share their experiences in exchange for materials from those of us with lower cultivation levels.
Jiang Tang had once tried to learn from them but found it confusing.
Later, he obtained the Primordial Treasure Lingtian Space and self-studied the cultivation techniques and spells.
When the beautiful Zhang Nianjiao asked, he didn’t have such books, but still felt obliged to find them.
Lately, the Primordial Treasure Lingtian Space hadn’t produced any other books, so he asked Eryao, whom he had sent out to venture in the underwater palace, using their method of contact.
Eryao was showing his might in the underwater palace, and when his master asked about powerful Taoist cultivation techniques and spells, Eryao…
Eryao…
Master, when did you start treating me as all-powerful?
You have me fight monsters and even help you flirt with girls?
I’m quite busy right now!
You’re busy flirting with girls, so why don’t you fight the monsters yourself?
“No, even if I had them, I wouldn’t tell you.
You come to me to help woo girls; I wouldn’t stop you from flattering a stepmother but don’t even think about using me as a stepping stone!”
Jiang Tang…
since when did Eryao become so unadorable?
It was just a simple question, and it escalated to him feeling unloved!
Finding his pet unhelpful, Jiang Tang racked his brain, then thought that because all cultivators in the world seek Ascension, if he can’t teach her the Daoist’s methods of cultivation, he could teach her…
The Jade Girl Scripture?
Lady’s Scripture?
Beauty Scripture?
Jiang Tang was contemplating a cultivation technique he had devised and pondered a catchy name for it.
For the sake of the beauty before him, as well as all the other beauties, he couldn’t have everyone asking for cultivation techniques without having a proper technique suitable for them.
So, he created a cultivation technique specifically for women.
To practice this technique, a woman had to be pure of heart!
Jiang Tang decided to name the technique the Pretty Lady Scripture.
The scripture states that one must look straight ahead with focused eyes, sit cross-legged on the ground, and gaze into the distance.
Whether in a room or looking afar outdoors, they must unify their hearts and minds.
While cultivating their gaze, they’re also cultivating their hearts, to reach the highest state of cultivation: the ability to see further and see through objects.
Jiang Tang…
how did he create a technique that could allow X-ray vision?
If used to look at beautiful women, wouldn’t it be…?
If women were to practice it, what about them looking at men…?
Crap, wouldn’t that mean people could see him indecently?
Could this end up cultivating some peeping Toms?
It’s hard to imagine the pure Zhang Nianjiao, after learning the skill he taught, becoming a woman who sees through men.
However, such X-ray vision doesn’t discriminate between men and women; wouldn’t that create women who can see through both?!
Jiang Tang was merely doubtful in his mind, but having decided to forge ahead with the technique, he realized he could now casually use it to see through things.
Trying it out, he saw that Zhang Nianjiao, so petite and exquisite, was unexpectedly well-endowed beneath her loose dress!
To have such a figure, one wouldn’t need X-ray vision to imagine; if this woman were his one day, having such a figure by his side, he felt like he might get a nosebleed – at this rate, he might explode!
Zhang Nianjiao memorized the scriptures he gave her under his peculiar gaze, then watched as Jiang Tang almost fled.