CHAPTER 393: CHAPTER 374

There are folk tales heard during travels in the martial world, and ancient remnants seen in the Book Collection Pavilion. The secret technique is a more ancient and mysterious practice than witchcraft, enigmatic and unfathomable.

Because it is too sinister and malevolent, it was once forbidden, nearly lost to history.

Even she just happened upon a few ancient scrolls in the Book Collection Pavilion. The records on them were incomplete, with many gaps, and were recorded in ancient Sanskrit, making them obscure and hard to understand.

As for a complete manual for cultivation, there was absolutely none.

Was it hidden by the old man? Lost? Forgotten? Or what? Anyway, she searched the Book Collection Pavilion and never found it.

At that time, she was quite interested in these secret techniques, and she even went specifically to ask the old man, blah blah, expressing her desire to learn.

Never would she have imagined that the master, who always acted like an old rascal without propriety, would solemnly warn her, saying that this was an evil technique, harming all living things. Any disciple of Tianyin Pavilion is forbidden to practice it, and if violated, will be expelled from the sect without exception!

It was the first time in her life she saw the old man so stern and serious!

She also quietly asked her senior brothers and sisters, and what she received were scoldings or beatings, admonishing her to live properly and not stray onto the wrong path.

In this regard, Yun Ran felt aggrieved and depressed: She was just curious! Don’t they understand curiosity? Who doesn’t have a bit of curiosity? How did it escalate to the depth of ’living properly’?

During that period, her senior brothers were constantly worried she would inadvertently stray onto the wrong path, keeping a close watch on her!

Even the fifth senior sister moved in to live with her, eating and sleeping together, never leaving her side!

After three months of such lifestyle, not to mention curiosity or interest, Yun Ran felt her head buzzing just hearing the words ’secret technique’, and didn’t want to say anything, only wanted to turn around and run!

But now, Yun Ran actually had a hint of regret, thinking she should have persisted and devoted herself to ’seeking the way’, maybe then she would know how to resolve the secret technique on him.

Nangong Mo did not know Yun Ran was lost in distant memories. He only saw her gripping his hand, staring dazedly at the sinister, bizarre veins on his arm, her expression seeming startled, her starry eyes a gleaning mirror reflecting countless images.

He tried to pull his hand back slightly, a hint of dimness in his eyes, "Isn’t it very ugly and frightening? Aran, don’t look anymore."

He slid his sleeve down, trying to cover his arm.

Yun Ran snapped back as if waking from a dream, urgently clutching his hand, inquiring anxiously, "Nangong Mo, how do you feel now? Is there any pain or discomfort? What symptoms do you have? Tell me quickly!"

"Also, when did this start occurring? How often does it happen? Are the symptoms the same each time?"

Nangong Mo lowered his eyes to look down. The girl had a picturesque face, an anxious expression, and her limpid starry eyes clearly reflected his figure. At that moment, it seemed as if her eyes and heart contained only him, with room for nothing else.

What kind of feeling was it?

Nangong Mo only felt a heat in his chest, as if a flame had fallen into the deep calm lake of his heart, instantaneously setting off ripples a thousand feet deep, a myriad of sparks.

As if tens of thousands of fireworks burst simultaneously in the boundless sea, their lights dazzling, the Milky Way stretching across the sky. Each smile, each charming look bore her figure, her bright eyes hopeful, her smile radiant.

Nangong Mo suddenly reached out to push her away, staggering back a few steps, turning his back and not daring to look at her, "Aran, just go!"