Vol 2 Chapter 4 (2/2)

Only an exceedingly small minority of geniuses could absorb ideas of different schools and produce an innovative Internal Energy technique or battle skill.

Moreover, not all of these innovations spread through generations. Only a few truly useful techniques could stand up to the tests and trial of years. Those which couldn’t complement their gaps and deficiencies, or perhaps lacked practicality, disappear in the time’s eternal river.

In short, those who could create pragmatic techniques were geniuses among the cultivators in true sense.

He Yiming didn’t know whether the technique he’d created would be pa.s.sed on to the future generations or not, but being able to create his own technique at this age- this was perhaps unprecedented throughout the history.

If father and grandfather knew…..I’m afraid…

I’m afraid not only would they not be convinced, they would even think that I’ve gone astray.

As soon as he thought up to here, he even felt the corner of his eyes hot due to excitement.

With a deep breath, He Yiming stretched out his hands and eventually formed a complex seal. This seal was subtly different than that of the normal Prostate Imprint.

The reason was that He Yiming felt that only this could allow his Internal Energy to flow un.o.bstructed. He Yiming, who had not understood the Internal Energy circulation behind the Prostrate Imprint to its core, hadn’t hesitated to apply modifications that suited his characteristics. As such, change in the outer appearance of the imprint was only natural.

If Lin Taoli were to see He Yiming’s hand seal, he would, at most, only feel some familiarity with it. He wouldn’t a.s.sociate it with the imprint technique of his clan at all.

Moreover, if he were to know that He Yiming had actually modified the secret art of his clan at his will, he would immediately turn his tail and escape far away, much less to speak of showing interest in recruiting the latter.

Indeed. Except He Yiming, if a tenth layer cultivator had tried to modify a Xiantian technique, he would have gone astray and turn insane before dying, much less to speak of excitedly testing out new techniques.

This was what they say ‘Who doesn’t know is not guilty’. Since He Yiming was not aware of dangers that accompanied the process of altering a technique, he could fearlessly apply such modifications. If he’d been aware of these dangers, even if he’d three times more his guts, he wouldn’t have acted so recklessly and wishful.

His two hands swiveled like flowing water as the seal constantly changed.

After a few moments, a bizarre energy slowly rippled in his surroundings. However, this energy vastly differed from the steady, Mt. Tai like feeling that Prostrate Imprint emanated.

Although this imprint could barely still be qualified as a defensive one, it also offered a strong offensive potential.

Like a needle concealed in silk floss.

As he continued to employ this imprint, this feeling became increasingly dense. Moreover, the concealed needle seemed to be carrying a strand of scorching fire type energy. Even Lin family had never seen such a strange version of Prostrate Imprint.

Slowly, his two hands parted as he contemplated over this imprint which had neither fish nor fowl of its kind. Eventually he decided to bestow this imprint a new name.

Hidden Needle Imprint.

Needle Concealed In Silk Floss.

He could tell that the defensive capabilities of this imprint lied nowhere near the original one. However, at the same time, this imprint was like a fire needle enveloped in cotton on the outside.

If used on somebody, the opponent would be caught off guard and pay a bitter price. From this perspective, this imprint was a notch above the original one.

However, this technique had a major shortcoming. If the opponent’s attack outstripped imprint’s limits, not only this imprint would fail to defend, it would even make the user lose the opportunity to counterattack- adding salt on injury.

This imprint was kind of extreme; hard to say whether it was good or bad.

Of course, all this was merely He Yiming’s conjectures. It had not gone past real combat experiences. To decide whether he wants this imprint or not, he still needed time to verify his predictions.

After setting aside this technique, he raised his head and saw that the color of sky had already started to brighten.

However, the courtyard which was extremely lively and full of activity yesterday was quiet today. Although he could hear faint voices of many people, all of these were extremely cautious and prudent- seemingly afraid to disturbing someone.

He Yiming let out a sigh. It was indeed as he’d guessed. Apparently, in his elders’ minds, his cultivation was more important than even his eldest brother’s marriage.

Faintly shaking his head, He Yiming moderated his thoughts, then pushed the door open and walked out.

After a short while, the sounds of gongs and drums reverberated throughout the courtyard.

A group of people majestically left the town, heading to the He manor.

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