Chapter 59
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Chapter 59: Little Absorption Technique
A sword strike claiming to kill enemies a thousand miles away was certainly exaggerated for a Celestial Technique of this tier. Yet its ability to absorb Divine Thunder and condense lightning wasn’t entirely false.
The Thundercloud Lightning Sword genuinely contained methods to absorb and refine lightning—a rare trait even among high-grade Celestial Techniques.
Another reason Ye Yun chose this offensive technique was the Heavenly Sword Sect’s focus on swordsmanship. Sword-related techniques held far greater value here than staff or saber arts.
Having finally selected a technique, Ye Yun relaxed, a faint smile forming on his lips.
"Brother Ye, have you picked a Celestial Technique?" Yu Minghong’s familiar voice sounded beside him.
Ye Yun turned to find Yu Minghong nearby. Duan Chenfeng and others stood close too, all having stopped their searches.
Ye Yun’s brow twitched—he sensed they’d already chosen their techniques.
"Thundercloud… an offensive technique?" Duan Chenfeng glanced over with a noncommittal chuckle.
"I chose the Xumi Wall—low spiritual power consumption but strong defense." Yu Minghong peered at Ye Yun’s manual before adding, "You still need to pick one more, Brother Ye. Hurry—time’s almost up."
Ye Yun nodded gratefully. "Understood."
"I’ll wait outside then." Yu Minghong bowed slightly before leaving.
"These mediocre techniques aren’t worth dawdling over," Duan Chenfeng snorted coldly, strutting away.
Ignoring them, Ye Yun moved toward the six hundred manuals glowing with white light. Given time, he’d methodically examine each as before. But with only half an hour remaining, careful selection became impossible.
His gaze swept the shelves. Unlike combat techniques, cultivation manuals provided vague descriptions—their effectiveness depended entirely on the user’s physique, meridians, and even bone structure. This variability created vast differences between cultivators, separating geniuses from ordinary practitioners.
Take the Golden Crow Technique: its cover merely stated cultivation under sunlight aided progress. The Starlight Body Refinement Technique required starlight absorption but omitted suitability criteria.
After scanning thirty manuals, Ye Yun frowned. None mentioned rapid spiritual energy absorption—the key feature he sought.
He suddenly chuckled bitterly. If such techniques existed, they wouldn’t be ninth-tier. The cultivation path required gradual spiritual energy refinement. Rapid absorption methods would skyrocket one’s cultivation level—such treasures would never linger in this section.
*Black and white light—how do I address you?* Ye Yun mused inwardly. *What technique would synergize with us?*
His dantian quivered abruptly. The fused black-and-white sphere within trembled—an unprecedented reaction.
Ye Yun’s eyes lit up. Could this light possess intelligence? Might it actually select a suitable technique? Since entering his body, the light had shown overwhelming power but no conscious intent. Yet now it responded to his thoughts—something entirely new.
But it seemed that even legendary top-grade spiritual weapons, or treasures of Golden Pill masters, couldn’t possess intelligence or actively comprehend their owner’s will.
However, Ye Yun quickly reasoned that the object within him must’ve come from a cultivator beyond the Golden Pill master level. Mysteries beyond his understanding were perfectly normal for beings of that stature.
At this realization, his heartbeat quickened.
“This one?” His fingertip lightly brushed a cultivation technique as he silently questioned.
The black and white light quivered faintly without further response.
“This one?” Ye Yun tried another technique.
Still, the light remained unmoved.
Ye Yun rapidly touched technique after technique.
To Duan Chenfeng, Yu Minghong, and the others, his fingers appeared to dance across the shelves—skipping covers and title pages, never pausing before darting to the next.
“What’s he doing?” someone blurted out.
“No idea. Brother Ye’s always been steady and methodical. This behavior’s unlike him,” Yu Minghong admitted, shaking his head.
“Probably picking randomly with his eyes closed,” Duan Chenfeng declared after exaggerated scrutiny, face solemn.
“Brother Ye can choose two Celestial Techniques,” murmured Liu Yunsong. “He already took one—maybe he’s rushing the second selection?”
Ye Yun’s fingers accelerated, sweeping past half the techniques within ten breaths.
Suddenly his hand froze mid-motion. His narrowed eyes flew open.
The black and white light in Ye Yun’s chest convulsed violently, trembling dozens of times faster than before.
This is it!
Ye Yun snatched the technique, excitement flashing in his eyes.
Little Absorption Technique!
He opened the booklet and immediately frowned.
Support technique: Marginally improves absorption rate of spiritual energy from the world.
The blunt description left him conflicted. This wasn’t a proper Ninth-Grade Cultivation Technique. Choosing it meant continuing with the basic cultivation technique—notoriously sluggish and inefficient for spiritual power cultivation.
If the Little Absorption Technique’s minor boost couldn’t rival proper ninth-grade methods, selecting it made no sense.
Yet the black and white light kept convulsing in his chest, throbbing like a frantic heartbeat threatening to tear through flesh.
