Chapter 502: The Second Page of the Nine Yang Skill

“Go away!”
After the mysterious figure in the mist, the “Crazy Monk,” gave the order to leave, he never spoke again.
With countless questions in mind, Kai Xin could only temporarily leave the Peak of Punishment, making it his top priority to acquire the Shaolin Nine Yang Skill. Yet on his way down the mountain, he managed to get some information about the “Crazy Monk” from Yuan Mie!
It is said that the Crazy Monk wreaked havoc in the martial world and harmed innocents because the righteous forces had just destroyed the demonic sect, the Tian Mo Men. Coincidentally, before becoming a monk, the Crazy Monk was an orphan abandoned by the leader of Tian Mo Men. Upon learning that the entire sect had been wiped out, he went berserk, attacked Shaolin, and then stormed various martial sects, seeking revenge with bloodshed, killing countless experts.
In the end, if it weren’t for Shaolin issuing a challenge and the Crazy Monk’s own master leading the team, it’s uncertain whether the experts from various sects could have defeated him.
Many even claimed that the Crazy Monk voluntarily surrendered to Shaolin after satisfying his desire for revenge and growing weary of it. His pipa bones were pierced, and he was imprisoned on the Peak of Punishment for over thirty years!
“Actually, with the Crazy Monk’s carefree state of mind, even our Shaolin abbot isn’t his match. He could leave here easily…”
Yuan Mie’s words shocked Kai Xin, who blurted out, “Then why does he still stay on the peak and suffer?”
“…” Yuan Mie smiled bitterly. “The elder is a sage of great wisdom; one cannot understand him with worldly thinking. I, Lao Na, also couldn’t figure it out before, but now it seems I understand a bit.”
“What?”
Kai Xin showed curiosity. As a high-ranking Buddhist monk, he believed Yuan Mie must have some insight.
Yuan Mie uttered a Buddhist chant with deep emotion: “In his youth, the elder committed countless atrocities. Though he acted out of revenge, many innocents were harmed, including fellow martial artists from various sects, many of whom died at his hands. If people knew the Crazy Monk had left the Peak of Punishment, the martial world might once again plunge into chaos and bloodshed.” After a pause, under Kai Xin’s increasingly understanding gaze, he continued, “The elder refuses to leave the Peak of Punishment because, first, he doesn’t want Shaolin to offend its fellow martial artists. Second, he intends to sacrifice himself to bring peace to the martial world and calm the anger of those who have lost loved ones. Finally, the elder no longer has any attachments; he’s weary of the world, and the concept of the martial world no longer exists in his heart.”
“I see.”
Kai Xin understood.

“Additionally, there are rumors in the martial world that I, Yuanmie, survived ten attacks from the Mad Monk, but that’s not true,” Yuanmie said. “In fact, every time our senior master faced an opponent, he would first assess that person’s character. If they came for the martial arts’ ultimate techniques, out of revenge, or if the Heretic Monk at the peak wanted something from them, he would throw them off the peak. Only I stayed on the peak for three years, meditating in the Da Mo Cave and studying the murals left by Master Da Mo. During that time, I would occasionally bring him food, which moved our senior master, who then taught me the Vajra Demon Subduing Art.”
“I see,” Kai Xin realized again. “So, the Mad Monk is actually a pretty good senior master.” But soon he looked puzzled—why would the Mad Monk call him over, asking him to transcend life and death to find him?
Strange…
As they spoke, the two of them quickened their pace and soon entered the temple gates.
Abbot Kong Xiang welcomed them in the Mahavira Hall. Upon seeing Master “Yuanmie,” dressed in a tattered gray robe behind Kai Xin, his eyes filled with tears. “Amitabha, Yuanmie, you’ve finally returned…”
“Sinful monk Yuanmie comes to report to the abbot. After more than twenty years, I’ve finally achieved something!” Returning to Shaolin, Yuanmie was so moved that he could hardly speak, his lips trembling frequently.
“It’s good that you’re back… it’s good that you’re back…” Abbot Kong Xiang was also extremely excited. He helped Yuanmie stand up. “Get a robe for Master Yuanmie’s disciple.”
“Thank you, uncle abbot!” Hearing this, Yuanmie burst into tears and bowed again.
Getting a robe held significant meaning. After spending over twenty years on the Peak of Punishment, Yuanmie had finally returned to the temple and changed his robe, symbolizing his complete shedding of the label of Heretic Monk and his return to the monastic community.
“This time, Young Master Kai Xin helped my disciple of the Yuan generation return to the temple and join the monastic community. I am infinitely grateful,” said Abbot Kong Xiang. “First, he helped find the ‘Dragon Immortal Grass,’ then recovered the ‘Flower-Picking Finger.’ Now, he’s helped Shaolin bring Yuanmie down from the Peak of Punishment. Even I owe him a debt of gratitude for saving my life. If I hesitated any longer, it would be ungrateful.”
As he spoke, under Kai Xin’s excited gaze, he slowly took out a soft booklet from the robe. “The Shaolin Nine Yang Art is one of the foundations of the Shaolin sect. I’m sorry, but I can’t give you the original. This is a handwritten copy of the Shaolin Nine Yang Art that I prepared long ago. I hope you’ll uphold Shaolin’s principle of upholding the weak and punishing the strong, bringing benefits to the martial world!”
“I certainly won’t disappoint the abbot.”
Kai Xin eagerly took the handwritten copy.
As soon as he received it, it turned into a beam of light and was implanted in his forehead…
Ding!
System prompt:

“I’ve acquired the ‘Shaolin Nine Yang Skill’. The ‘Emei Nine Yang Skill’ has been upgraded to the ‘Jinhua Nine Yang Skill’, with enhanced effects. Once I find the ‘Wudang Nine Yang Skill’, I’ll have all the components to master the ‘Nine Yang Divine Skill’!”
He happily checked his status…
‘Jinhua Nine Yang Skill’: Level 1.00.
An enhanced version of the Nine Yang Skill technique that accelerates the recovery of internal energy, doubling the recovery speed compared to the regular version. It also boosts resistance to yin and ice-based internal forces, reducing their impact by 80%.
Although the Emei Nine Yang Skill disappeared and its level was reset to zero, seeing the attributes of the Jinhua Nine Yang Skill filled him with confidence.
The doubled recovery speed applies not only during the practice of the skill but also during regular battles, as the Nine Yang Skill operates automatically, further speeding up recovery. This means he no longer has to worry about excessive energy consumption from using martial arts.
With this doubled recovery speed, his internal energy can remain consistently strong, as long as he doesn’t overuse the ‘True Dragon Ten Styles’ too frequently.
“Amitabha.”
A loud chant pulled Happy’s attention away from the Jinhua Nine Yang Skill and back to the abbot. For the first time, he found this old monk quite endearing.
“Since you’ve obtained the Shaolin Nine Yang Skill as desired, I, Old Na, will now perform the ceremony to return Young Master Yuanmie to the monastery. In the future, you’re always welcome to visit Shaolin.”
“Thank you, Abbot, for your kindness. I take my leave.”
Although he already had two pages of the Nine Yang Skill instructions, one page of the Wudang Nine Yang Skill was still missing…
Only by mastering the complete Nine Yang Divine Skill could Happy face the ‘Emperor’ with greater confidence—that man who had been invincible in the world for over three years in his past life.
But after leaving the Shaolin Sect, Happy was drawn back to the Peak of Punishment, instinctively heading toward the back peak shrouded in white clouds all year round…
As soon as he stopped, an old sigh sounded in his ears!