A Mortal’s Journey to Immortality: Wang Yu’s Rebirth as the Reincarnation Dao Ancestor - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Practicing the Elephant Armor Technique

After a small scheme, Doctor Mo finally didn’t object anymore.

The next day,

he was summoned to the study and told,

“I can allow you to practice the Elephant Armor Technique with Zhang Tie.”

“Thank you, Elder Mo,”

Han Li said excitedly.

He could finally openly cultivate his body.

“Hmph, let me make this clear. Although I allow you to practice the Elephant Armor Technique, the condition is that you absolutely must not neglect the practice of the Nameless Technique. Otherwise, I will no longer acknowledge you as my disciple, and may even punish you. You don’t want your family to go back to the impoverished days of eating chaff and wild vegetables, not knowing where your next meal will come from, do you?”

These words definitely had a warning tone.

An ordinary farmer’s son certainly wouldn’t dare to neglect the practice of the Everlasting Spring Technique. Because the money Han Li sent back to his family every month—money for his parents, brothers, and younger sister—all came from Doctor Mo. His current status and position in the Seven Mysteries Sect were also given to him by Doctor Mo.

Once Doctor Mo takes back these things, the Han family, who have suddenly recovered, will be back to their original state.

“Disciple understands, Master Mo, please rest assured,”

Han Li said respectfully.

“Hmm, go down, I still have some things to take care of. If you want to practice Elephant Armor Technique now, go to Chishui Peak and find Zhang Tie, and have him teach you the introductory formulas.”

As Old Mo spoke, he tried his best to suppress his impatience.

But Han Li could still clearly feel it.

When practicing Everlasting Spring Technique, the old man was incredibly patient and dedicated, afraid that Han Li might not understand something. But after switching to Elephant Armor Technique, he had no patience at all, and almost showed his disgust.

It couldn’t be more realistic.

This man…

“Disciple takes his leave.”

Leaving the study, Han Li went straight out of Divine Hand Valley and went to Chishui Peak.

In fact, Doctor Mo’s concern that he would neglect Everlasting Spring Technique because of Elephant Armor Technique was unnecessary.

He knew very well where his “focus” was, and he would not abandon Everlasting Spring Technique just because he was practicing Elephant Armor Technique. The reason he planned to cultivate the Elephant Armor Technique early was largely because once he cultivated the Everlasting Spring Technique to the third level of Qi Refining, the progress of the mantra would become extremely slow, like a tortoise crawling. He would find it difficult to make any further progress within three to five years.

At that point, it wouldn’t be a question of whether he would work hard enough, but whether the precious spiritual herbs and medicines available to Doctor Mo could sustain him.

After all, he was a pseudo-four-elemental spiritual root!

Pseudo-four-elemental spiritual roots face cultivation bottlenecks from the first level of Qi Refining, and the difficulty of cultivation increases with each level. After the third level of Qi Refining, one can only rely on elixirs and miraculous medicines to build up cultivation. This was a “friendly” setting he intentionally gave to the protagonist when he was the author.

He enjoyed giving the protagonist a weak talent. But

when this weak cultivation aptitude fell on his own head, it was even more bittersweet. It made him want to cry.

Doctor Mo’s patience, however, was running out.

Or rather, Mo Juren’s physical condition simply couldn’t support him for more than a few years.

When the other party’s body deteriorates irreversibly and rapidly, to the point of no return, Doctor Mo will undoubtedly still try to possess him as a last resort.

At that time,

he will be in danger.

Cultivating the Elephant Armor Technique is entirely for that time, so that he will have more resources and leverage.

Even if he only masters the first level of this technique, it can greatly improve the cultivator’s physical strength and power; Zhang Tie is the best example. Great strength has its own advantages; as the saying goes, one force can overcome ten techniques.

Since he cannot rely on the magical power indirectly brought by the small bottle, and cannot eliminate Mo Juren and Yu Zitong through magic and spells, he can only find a workaround and kill these two old schemers through martial arts.

It’s just that when he wrote the book, he made these two too intelligent and calculating.

He should have written them as less intelligent.

…

On the way to Chishui Peak, Han Li walked and stopped, looking around all the way.

He was not walking fast.

With each step, he paid special attention to his feet.

Clearly, he hadn’t given up searching for the Heavenly Bottle, nor had he completely let go of his obsession with the small bottle.

However, his small act of persistence was destined to be in vain.

“Passing by for the 1314th time…”

And then… he

found nothing.

“Sigh…!”

Below Chishui Peak, a waterfall over a hundred meters high cascaded down.

This waterfall, located halfway up the mountain, wasn’t narrow, measuring seven or eight meters wide.

Even before reaching the Chishui Peak waterfall, he could clearly feel the dense moisture in the air. It was far more humid here than in Shenshou Valley.

Furthermore, he could hear the rumbling of the waterfall from afar, like thunder.

Closer still, he could see a deep pool beneath the waterfall. The waterfall’s water fell like a silver river, splashing up pure white droplets. The pool water was crystal clear, and upon closer inspection, one could see many fish swimming and playing with freshwater shrimp at the bottom.

At this moment, a short but rather robust figure was being bathed in the waterfall’s spray directly below—it was Zhang Tie, who was meditating with his eyes closed.

“Brother Zhang,”

Han Li called out before even reaching the pool.

Over the years, their relationship had steadily improved. This

was due to their similar backgrounds, their shared interests, and Han Li’s deliberate willingness to accept Zhang Tie as an outsider.

While Doctor Mo disdained to accept a mere child like Zhang Tie, Han Li was different; he firmly grasped this honest “ally” who was implicitly on his side.

“Brother Zhang,”

the sound of the waterfall drowned out the first call, preventing Zhang Tie from hearing it.

However, he heard the second call as Han Li drew closer.

Wiping the waterfall water from his face, he opened his eyes and, seeing Han Li, immediately broke into a bright, cheerful smile: “Ah Li.”

…

Zhang Tie had now cultivated the Elephant Armor Technique to the third level.

His progress was remarkably fast, even surprising Doctor Mo.

Long ago, Doctor Mo personally intervened, using wooden sticks to beat Zhang Tie’s body and employing medicinal baths and other auxiliary methods to help Zhang Tie practice.

The fact that Doctor Mo devoted so much energy to Zhang Tie demonstrates his aptitude for martial arts, especially in cultivating the Elephant Armor Technique.

His Zhang Tie wasn’t just superior in spiritual root aptitude—possessing three spiritual roots, far better than his own four-element pseudo-spiritual root—he also had a talent for body tempering and was incredibly hardworking and resilient, far more so than other children his age, and far less afraid of physical pain.

He remembered: in the early days, Zhang Tie had been beaten red-faced by Doctor Mo with a wooden stick, the stick itself stained with blood. Every night, lying on the wooden bed, Zhang Tie would gasp for breath, yet never utter a word of giving up.

His character was also exceptional.

Crucially, he could also endure loneliness, even enjoying solitude.

After achieving success in his training, he never thought of showing off to other beginners his age.

“Ah Li, why did you come to find me so early today?”

Zhang Tie paused the waterfall’s rushing water and leaped out of the deep pool in a few bounds.

“I brought you some food because I saw you were working hard.”

He handed over a vegetable basket covered with a black cloth.

Inside were two simple hot dishes

and two bowls of rice, piled high with rice.

Seeing the two bowls of rice, Zhang Tie immediately asked, “Have you eaten?”

“No.” “

Then let’s eat together.”

“Okay.”

Each got a bowl and a pair of chopsticks and began to eat.

When they had eaten about half of the food, Han Li finally spoke:

“Brother Zhang, the reason I came so early was because of Master Mo’s idea.”

“Huh? What did Master Mo instruct you to do?” “He wants me to learn the Elephant Armor Technique from you and have you teach me the basics.” As he said this, Han Li stared intently into the eyes of the young man opposite him.   ”What?”   Zhang Tie was greatly surprised

to hear this .   ”Brother Zhang, I’m going to learn the Elephant Armor Technique. What, you don’t want to teach me?” Han Li deliberately frowned and then pretended to be angry.   Seeing this, Zhang Tie quickly put down his chopsticks and waved his hands repeatedly, “No, no, no, how could I not want to? Ah Li, if you want to learn, I’ll definitely teach you. Even if Master Mo doesn’t allow you to learn, as long as you want to learn, I can secretly teach you…”   That’s how reliable the brothers are.   ”Brother Zhang, you’re really something,” Han Li laughed.   ”Not at all, it’s me who needs your help all these years, to concoct medicines to alleviate my pain. Otherwise, I’m afraid I would have given up halfway.”   Even now, he hadn’t given up, but he didn’t know how much more suffering he had endured.   ”By the way, why did you suddenly want to cultivate the Elephant Armor Technique? You know, this technique is very evil, and practicing it is extremely painful.” Zhang Tie’s eyes gleamed.   Not only did he not hinder his friend, but he also wanted to see his friend suffer the same fate while practicing the technique.   Just thinking about that scene of constant groans filled him with anticipation.   ”Don’t worry, I’ve specially researched medicines to alleviate human pain, haven’t I?”   Zhang Tie had been his guinea pig for many years.   Otherwise, why would he have waited until now to propose cultivating it?   It was precisely because the medicine that could alleviate the pain of training had been upgraded that he felt confident enough to propose trying it.   His careful planning and decisive action perfectly described him.   (End of Chapter)