Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

Chapter 111 Forbidden to Cultivate Tao

If you could only read one fantasy novel in your life, it would probably be "The Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions".

His true intention was never some kind of Golden Marrow Grandmaster Secret Manual.

He doesn't need that thing right now. Buying it would be pointless to practice it, and it would also conflict with his own path of practicing Taizu Changquan (a style of Chinese martial arts).

But as long as he goes to the capital to take the martial arts examination, he will naturally be able to enter the Martial Arts Tower in the capital to study the Great Five Elements Golden Marrow Manual. Why waste money on that?

Yang Silang's true purpose was to obtain the secret manual of cultivation techniques, which would allow him to embark on the path of cultivation.

"..."

As soon as he uttered those words, the shopkeeper opposite him fell silent. His mask still wore the same smiling face, but his gaze through the mask was now as cold as frost, and even the temperature in the room seemed to drop.

His smile remained, but the words he uttered after a long silence were icy cold.

"You flatter me, sir."

"Buying and selling all sorts of things on the black market, such as martial arts manuals, monsters, and elixirs of dubious origin, is no big deal."

"But our Great Shun Kingdom has a rule!"

"Anyone involved in the black market selling Taoist books will be killed without mercy!"

"Sir, we have never met or spoken before. Do you remember me?"

Yang Silang laughed heartily.

"Remember what? I don't remember anything?"

"Huh... how did I end up in this courtyard?"

He stood up to leave, feeling somewhat annoyed that he hadn't found any Taoist books.

Even the courtyard shops in the black market don't have any Taoist manuals. It seems this black market isn't black enough!

Within a few days, he had learned that the bookstore was run by the Pei family, a prominent family in the provincial capital—the same Pei family as Pei Buqi.

He risked coming to this place to search for the Taoist scriptures; if they are not found here, then they must truly not be found in the black market.

The aristocratic family will not sell, nor will it allow others to sell.

The rules of the Great Shun Dynasty forbid the buying and selling of Taoist books.

I don't know if it's a rule of the government or a rule of the aristocratic families.

As for being refuted by the other party, that didn't matter. Anyway, with his face covered, there was no issue of losing face. He knew he was being a bit hasty, but he couldn't afford not to be.

He asked the merchants who buy demon materials that the preservation period of demon materials is limited. If they are left for a few more days, what will happen if the oil deteriorates?

"Ahem..." The shopkeeper tapped the table. "Sir, you have a terrible memory."

"You haven't even paid the hundred taels of silver for the intelligence fee yet..."

Yang Silang curled his lip and said, "Intelligence fee? Why don't you just call it hush money?"

He deftly pulled out a hundred-tael silver note, threw it down, turned around and left without hesitation. He sped away from the black market, deliberately taking a detour.

Now, let's talk about what happened after he left the Academy.

The shopkeeper, who was in charge of the "double happiness" sign, immediately turned around and entered the main room, bowing respectfully to a screen to report.

"Master, a stranger has come to inquire about buying and selling Taoist books. Although he is looking to purchase the Golden Marrow Grandmaster's Secret Manual, it should be a cover. Judging from his physique, breathing and blood circulation, he should just be a Steel-Dirty Grand Martial Master."

"With his martial arts level, he is far from reaching the Golden Marrow Realm."

"He was not carrying any weapons, at most a dagger or a soft sword around his waist for self-defense. Judging from his light and agile footsteps, he should be practicing a martial arts style that leans towards assassins, characterized by light and nimble thrusting."

An old, harsh voice came from behind the screen.

"Ha, another fool who doesn't know his own limitations. Doesn't he know that this black market is controlled by several powerful families, and that this Book Fragrance Pavilion is my Pei family's territory?"

"Pass down the order to have two of the Steel-Dirty Shadow Guards give chase. If this peasant is lucky enough to have some skill in martial arts, fine. But if he serves our noble families well, we'll reward him with a bowl of rice."

"You actually want to get involved in Taoist arts? You're not from a noble family, yet you want to learn dragon-slaying techniques? Bah!"

"Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? Whose territory is this?!"

"Emperor Taizu was strong enough, but he insisted on not practicing Taoism or cultivating immortality. When he died, all the effort he put into promoting Taoist arts was eradicated, and all written records were deleted."

"I haven't seen such a fool in years! Cut off his head and bring it back. I want to see which little worm he is. Kill his whole family as a warning to others!"

"Oh, and tell someone to keep an eye out for idiots selling Taoist books on the black market. Chop them up and feed them to the dogs!"

Shopkeeper happy lowered his head and said in a deep voice

"Yes, sir!"

Soon, in the backyard of Shuxiangfang, two dark figures silently slipped out of the yard, their bodies disappearing into the night like ghosts, and sped away from the black market.

Half an hour later.

Yang Silang slowly took someone else's clothes and wiped the gleaming yellow eight-foot-long spear in his hand, carefully cleaning the bloodstains from the spearhead and shaft.

on the ground.

Two corpses dressed in black lay on the ground, one with a blown-out head and the other with a hole pierced through the chest. Blood was everywhere, and they were clearly dead beyond any doubt.

In addition, there were fan-shaped iron fragments scattered on the ground, which, if pieced together, would form two longswords.

"The Pei family's bookstore is really no pushover..." Yang Silang muttered under his breath. "So, they paid hush money to keep me quiet?"

"This is absolutely outrageous!"

"Sending two ordinary scoundrels, who even wield swords, to hunt me down, how impressive."

"How can two three-foot-long swords possibly be a match for my eight-foot-long spear?"

"Two ordinary steel scraps are not even a problem for me."

He shook his spear, and the shaft emitted a whistling, vibrating sound.

Yang Silang searched the two men and found several hundred taels of silver and a dozen taels of gold leaves.

"Great, finally we're seeing a return on our investment..."

He turned and sped away.

Half an hour passed.

Two more night travelers dressed similarly arrived at the scene and, upon seeing their two companions lying dead on the ground, were horrified and hurriedly reported back.

When Manager Xi arrived and saw this, he was furious but helpless.

The people who come to the black market are all disguised individuals. Who knows what they will look like next time? The Pei family can only swallow this bitter pill and secretly send people to follow up on clues, especially keeping a close eye on the black market to see if anyone is inquiring about information about Taoist books.

The next day.

Yang Silang practiced martial arts as usual during the day.

He didn't find any Taoist books last night, and killing someone to get hush money wouldn't stop him from practicing his boxing, nor would it even cause a ripple in his heart.

His punches were steady, his steps were firm, and he showed no sign of slackening.

If you can't find Taoist books, then so be it.

After all, martial arts are his foundation, while Taoist arts are merely icing on the cake; he's happy to have them, but there's no need to force it if he doesn't.

Anyway, he has plenty of time, so he can plan and seek it at his own pace. If a tael of oil is wasted, it doesn't matter. In the future, once he finds the Taoist arts and techniques, he can simply spend a few more years to get the basics down.

When the sun reaches its zenith in the sky.

Yang Silang has practiced the Five Elements Strength and Five Elements Fist twice today.

"Fourth Brother..." Wang Daniu's loud voice rang out from outside the courtyard, "I'm back..."

The courtyard gate creaked open.

Wang Daniu came in carrying a load on a shoulder pole, with a basket on the front and a basket on the back.

"Da Niu, you're back?" Yang Silang greeted him with a smile. "Why didn't you stay home a few more days?"

Calculating the itinerary, Wang Daniu only stayed at home to visit his relatives for a day or two before setting off back.

"I had no choice but to come back..." Wang Daniu's face showed lingering fear. "You have no idea how crazy my older sister is right now..."

"She's counting on you to bring honor to the Yang family and marry a princess or something in the future."

"But I've already played matchmaker, and I can't explain myself without you, so I've set my sights on me."

Yang Silang asked curiously.

"Someone actually has a crush on you?"

Wang Daniu cried out his injustice to the heavens, his voice deafening.

"Fourth Brother, don't underestimate him just because you've only seen him through a crack in the door!"

"What's wrong with my Da Niu? He's handsome, strong, and only eighteen years old. He's a tough guy, and if he passes the martial arts exam this year, he'll be considered a promising young man, right?"

"Not to mention..." Wang Daniu's voice dropped eight octaves, "I'm still your page."

"Do you think I'm in high demand or not?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Silang burst into laughter, and even the slight frustration from his inability to find Taoist books vanished.

The two brothers exchanged a few jokes.

Wang Daniu took things out of the basket one by one.

There were cloth shoes with multi-layered soles sewn by his eldest sister, and undershirts and shorts knitted for him; letters written by his fifth sister; and half a candy monkey sent by his daughter.

The monkey was missing two legs, and there were small teeth marks on them.

Wang Daniu said that his daughter told him that this was her favorite treat, and she couldn't bear to eat half of it, so she wanted to share it with her uncle.

Yang Silang smiled and put the half-crippled monkey into his mouth; it tasted very sweet.

The two chatted for a while, and then Wang Daniu went to wash up and rest.

Yang Silang savored the warmth of family affection for a moment, then looked up again, his smile gone, replaced by a serious expression.

buzzing...

The sound of whistling fists echoed through the courtyard again.

Five practices a day, and the principles of boxing will naturally become clear.

Even with a system, skill still requires hard work and cannot be neglected.

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Night falls, and the crescent moon rises.

Yang Silang carried the wine and meat and strolled straight to the Martial Arts Pagoda.

As usual, we greeted the two door gods, Confucius and Mencius, before entering the tower and then the Five Harmonies Boxing room.

Setting the wine and meat aside, Yang Silang flicked his finger, shooting blood into the scroll.

The scroll drank the blood and trembled for a moment as if convulsing before a human figure emerged and began to practice the Five Elements Fist.

Yang Silang observed very carefully. Although he had already mastered the basics of this boxing style, the scroll truly captured the essence of a master's practice and used secret techniques to depict the flow of his internal energy.

Each time I watch it, I gain more insight; it's the kind of watch I never tire of—well, actually, I do get tired of it.

The main issue is that Yang Silang can currently enter the tower at will, but he cannot enter the house at will.

Because he only possessed the waist token of the Five Elements Power House, according to the rules of the tower, as a Steel-Dirty Grand Martial Master, he could only enter the rooms containing the two selected martial arts techniques.

For example, Yang Silang chose the Five Elements Strength and the Five Elements Fist as one martial art.

In addition, he had originally chosen a desperate martial art called "Boiling Blood Force," which could burn all his blood and energy in times of crisis and turn it into combat power.

However, he hesitated. The explosive effect of this skill was similar to that of the Divine Strike Technique, so it was actually somewhat useless.

Although the martial arts catalog in the Martial Arts Tower is vast and comprehensive, it covers about a thousand different martial arts styles.

However, there is too little practical information; almost all the exercises are only described by name and a single sentence.

This thing is all about luck in lifting the bride's veil; it could be a beautiful young woman or an ugly duckling.

The rustic Black Tiger Fist might be a unique skill, or it might just be genuinely rustic.

Yang Silang seriously suspected that those disciples from aristocratic families might have connections and know which martial arts techniques were truly unique and which were just empty boasts.

This uncertainty made him feel like he was sitting in the Wujing Pagoda every day, yet returning empty-handed despite possessing a mountain of treasures.

After all, this room is his only living space.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Silang was engrossed in watching.

Above my head, I could hear the rumbling of my stomach and the slurping of saliva.

Yang Silang laughed.

The fragile Granny Tianjing finally deigned to appear...

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