Chương 2: The Secret of the Burning Technique

"I'll sell it to the hoarder tomorrow. I need to raise the money quickly, sigh..."

After making up his mind, Xiao Yao prepared to fill the pit and go back as soon as possible.

As for the ruler, the subconscious feeling within this body prevented him from having the idea of selling it.

Although the quality is acceptable, this might be a clue to its origins, and besides, he didn't see how this thing could fetch a high price.

Just as he was about to leave, a few drops of water hit his eyelids.

He looked up at the sky abruptly; the moonlight was disappearing rapidly, replaced by patches of dark clouds.

Splash...

In an instant, large raindrops pelted down, making the tree branches thump and crackle.

"Why did it suddenly start raining? What bad luck." Xiao Yan unconsciously raised the Burning Blade above his head, hoping to block some of the rain, and leaned even closer to the big tree.

"Let's go back first. If we get soaked in this heavy rain, we'll definitely get sick, and then how will we make money?"

Muttering a complaint, he was about to put the "Burning Technique" back into his ring.

But just then, something illuminated what lay ahead of him.

"Light? From above!"

He swiftly lowered his hand from above his head, his gaze fixed on the source of the light—the "Burning Technique".

The dark scroll was gleaming with gold, forming words that floated on the surface.

"Reverse the Burning Technique, transform Yang into Yin, devour the strange ice, and become a powerful being."

"What's going on? There's a secret! Could this be the original 'Burning Manual'? Isn't it in the hands of the Xiao Clan?"

"And that ruler! Could it be... the Xuanzhong Ruler? I also have the surname Xiao! I am a member of the Xiao clan?"

Thinking of this, Xiao Yao's fingers twitched slightly, and he grasped the ruler in his hand.

"really!"

After getting his hands on the ruler, he felt the flow of his internal energy become extremely slow.

In his previous life, he had read "Battle Through the Heavens" countless times, so of course he knew the characteristics of this ruler.

This discovery left him speechless.

"Then why are my parents being hunted down? Who would dare to target the most powerful clan in the world?"

These discoveries plunged him into deep thought: what should he do? Recognize his relatives? But where was the Xiao clan? What if he had escaped from the Xiao clan? Wouldn't that be like walking into a trap?

"There's no use thinking about this now. I'll just have to take it one step at a time. Until I figure things out, it's best not to reveal my identity..."

"The 'Burning Technique,' an ice-attribute item—finally, at least I've found something! It's like finding a hidden path after a long and winding road!"

"Hehe! The strange fire is gone, but the strange ice is still there."

"Hyotei... that's a good name too..."

"I'll just cultivate the Burning Technique here, lest something goes wrong and no one will come in this heavy rain."

Xiao Yao's hand moved faster than his mouth, pressing the black scroll close to his brow, and a surge of information immediately filled his mind.

With a thought, his hands became empty, and he began to quickly form hand seals!

He entered a meditative state, ignoring the rain pouring down on him.

It has to be said that luck is quite important. Perhaps God saw how hard he had worked all these years and finally made up for it.

In comparison, Xiao Yan, who transmigrated, had relatives and family, had plenty of food and clothing, and even had the super-powerful cheat code, Yao Lao. What did he have?

A tragic past...

"This Burning Technique is truly wondrous... It can only reveal its true form when it comes into contact with water. I wonder who created it. I'm afraid even my fellow practitioner Xiao Yan doesn't know the secret behind it."

After Xiao Yao cultivated it, he couldn't help but marvel at its power.

The "Burning Technique" is divided into Yin and Yang. The Yang technique can fuse with different flames and control all fires, while the Yin technique can devour strange ice and become the master of ice. Only by cultivating both ice and fire can one become invincible...

Time passed slowly, and within Xiao Yao's body, the fighting energy changed from turbid to a faint icy blue.

Soon, an hour had passed.

As the rain stopped, Xiao Yao opened his eyes.

"Now I can finally be considered a one-star warrior."

He circulated his battle qi and opened his palm, a faint mist swirling around it.

"Low-level Yellow Rank..."

"Qi Bing! Where should we look? This place doesn't seem to be far from the Black Corner Region... Maybe we can find some clues there."

Now that Xiao Yao has become a Dou Zhe, cultivation resources have become his biggest problem. Not to mention the rare ice, he can't even afford some ordinary cultivation pills.

"The admissions season for Canaan Academy is approaching, let's go check it out first."

After determining his next goal, he quickly cleaned up the mess and covered the hole.

Xiao Yao stared at the wooden sign, then his legs thudded to his knees.

He kowtowed three times to the fake grave.

"Although we have never met, you two are like my parents. Please accept my bow. May your spirits in heaven protect me, and one day when I am powerful enough, I will definitely avenge you."

There was a vague sense of kinship in his memory, which even affected the soul that had traveled through time.

"Now that you have been reborn here, I will inherit your will."

Xiao Yao muttered to himself, glanced at the tombstone, then turned and disappeared into the night.

After walking for a short while, the familiar town suddenly appeared before our eyes.

He quietly walked towards home, passing through an alley.

suddenly!

Xiao Yao tripped over something and lurched forward two or three meters.

"Ouch! What is that?" A moment of panic shot through my mind.

As it grew dark, he prepared to step forward for a closer look, and finally... he could see what it was.

A leg stretched out from the corner of the wall and tripped him.

"Who is it? Show yourself!"

Seeing that the thigh was not moving, Xiao Yao carefully walked towards the corner of the wall at the entrance of the alley.

But when he walked over, he was almost startled and cried out.

The alley entrance was filled with countless corpses, piled up haphazardly.

A strong, pungent smell of blood wafted over me—the smell of human blood!

"Aunt Zhang... Uncle Qiao... Little... Little Dumplings..."

"What happened? What happened? They're all... dead?"

In the dim light of the night, one could make out the faces of the corpses; they were all from the town, including the elderly, the weak, women, and children!

"Hurry! Put all the corpses in the alley into sacks. The elder is urging us. If you don't want to lose your head, you'd better hurry..."

"Yes, sir..."

Before he could recover from his shock, several men's voices came from not far away, seemingly heading this way!

"What do we do? They're coming this way! Who are these people? Why are they massacring thousands of people in this nameless town?!"

"Escape? These people are so strong, where can we escape to?"

With several whooshing sounds, he had no time to think of a countermeasure.

Four or five dark figures had already arrived close.

"Hurry up and load all of these, I'll make a few more trips and we'll be done."

"Yes, sir."

Judging from the voices, the leader was clearly older and was directing his men to start stuffing the corpses into a large cloth bag.

Xiao Yao, on the other hand, chose to lie still.

He circulated his internal ice fighting energy, sealing his veins and heart meridians, lowering his body temperature. At this moment, he looked exactly like a corpse.

Listening to the sounds of the people around him, Xiao Yao tried his best to control his body and barely breathe. Now he could only hope that these people would finish packing and leave quickly.