Chapter 676 Weapon Command Skills


    To reach the Holy Realm was the unfulfilled lifelong dream of many of the wisest and strongest of


    warriors.


    Yet this runty old man imed that he had only be a holy warrior by ident. In fact, he said that


    he used to be a farmer. Such an unlikely im piqued Darren''s interest.


    "I was nothing special," the old man began when asked to exin. "One day I was just minding my own


    business, plowing my field, when I dug up a red fruit. I was hungry and thirsty at the time, so I just ate it


    without thinking twice.


    As soon as I''d done so, however, I started feeling very strange—like the earth was copsing in on


    itself, or time was unraveling. Ah, but there''s no real way to describe the experience. All I know is that it


    scared the hell out of me at the time. So much so that I hid myself at home for a month. Ha!


    In time, however, I came to understand what had happened.


    When I ate that fruit, I directly acquired a superior Life True Rule, and my cultivation base reached the


    Holy Realm as well."


    Hobson''s eyes shone with fascination as he listened to this. "Wow, that''s lucky. Such a boon to your


    abilities, and all you had to do was eat a fruit."


    "Indeed, I am fortunate," said the old man, smiling. "After investigating the matterter on, I became


    convinced that the fruit had in fact fallen from the outer space. It would be urate to call it a divine


    fruit."


    "Tell me, sir, where are you from? Does thatnd still exist?" Hobson couldn''t keep the excitement from


    his voice.


    Hearing this, Darren rolled his eyes. "Oh,e on, Hobson. You are a seven-star grand warrior, not a


    little boy. Don''t start getting your hopes up over this."


    "Why not?" asked hispanion. "What if there are more divine fruits out there, waiting to be found?"


    The old man shook his head as the two young men bantered. "Stop daydreaming, young man," he said


    with a chuckle.


    Before it could go on, Darren smoothly changed the subject. "But sir, by the way, if you''re a junior holy


    warrior, why is your fighting power weak? You haven''t exined that yet."


    "It''s very simple. I don''t have any attacking skills—never bothered to learn them. I don''t care much for


    fighting and killing. So on the rare asion that I might need to, I have only my physical strength to rely


    on.


    On the other hand, I''m very good at keeping myself alive. If even a senior holy warrior wanted to kill


    me, he couldn''t do it without his full strength. Can you guess why?" Saying this, the old man raised his


    eyebrows. He was quite proud of his power.


    "Of course," replied Darren. "You have the Life True Rule, so your ability to recover from injury must be


    incredibly strong. Besides that, you have a Space True Rule, which cannot attack others. So you must


    be an expert at survival and escape."


    The old man nodded. "Quite so. My Life True Rule can almost make me immortal. As long as there is


    any flesh and blood left of me, even a trace, I can recover on my own from grievous harm. What''s


    more, once I escape into space, even a senior holy warrior will not be able to catch me."


    After exining all this, he looked intently at Darren and said, "Would you like to learn such powers


    from me?"


    Darren froze.


    Something like an electric buzz went through his head.


    Did he want to be able to use this powerful true rule? What kind of question was that? Of course he did!


    Hobson easily guessed what his friend was thinking. No less excited, he addressed the old man with


    utmost respect. "Sir, please teach me. I want to learn this as well!"


    The elder man pursed his lips. "I''m afraid that is impossible, young man. You haven''t even awakened


    your Spirit Power. There is nothing you can learn from me."


    "Don''t say that, sir!" Hobson stammered. "Please. I can do that as well, if you will help me."


    But the other man remained firm. "No one can help you to awaken your Spirit Power. That depends


    entirely on you. Besides that, I''ve studied you thoroughly, and you don''t have any potential to be a rule


    cultivator. Don''t waste your time chasing what is beyond you."


    Hearing this, Hobson sighed listlessly, and his head sagged. He had no words to express his


    disappointment.


    "This, on the other hand, may be of use to you. Here, ept a present from me." Saying this, the old


    man waved his hand, and a golden scroll appeared in the air and fell into the hands of the crestfallen


    young man.


    Hobsonzily opened the scroll. As he read it, however, his eyes looked ready to pop out of his head.


    "Go and find a ce to cultivate," the old man said.


    "Yes, sir!" With that, Hobson flew off excitedly.


    When he was gone, the old man looked at Darren again and said, "Your Spirit Power has reached level


    twenty-six. If it increases by four more levels, I can teach you two true rules. How does that sound to


    you?"


    "It sounds great," Darren answered. "I''ll learn whatever you''re willing to teach me."


    The short old man looked very pleased. "Then I finally have a sessor whom I can pass on my skills


    to. This is good! First, then, I should help you increase your Spirit Power. I believe you should be able


    to reach level thirty after, oh, eight thousand years at the most."


    Darren flinched as though he had been pped. He couldn''t believe what he had heard. "Eight


    thousand years?!"


    "Yes, hardly any time at all," said the old man cheerfully. "Because I have a special awakening skill.


    Now, let''s get a move on."


    "No, sir! Wait a minute," Darren protested. "We can''t do that."


    The old man frowned at him with what appeared to be genuine puzzlement. "What? Have you changed


    your mind already, young man?"


    Despite himself, Darren was a little irritated that he had to exin the problem. "Eight thousand years


    is a very long time, sir. And I still have a lot of things to deal with outside of this ce. Why don''t you


    teach me the cultivation method instead? That way, I''ll be able to cultivate myself after I wake up


    enough Spirit Powerter on. How does that sound?"


    "But there isn''t any cultivation method!" the old man exined. "After I transfer some Life True Rule


    into your soul, it will be used as the seed of Life True Rule. But it will be difficult for you to withstand the


    process with your Spirit Power being what it currently is."


    "Ha, well, why don''t you just transfer less Life True True to my soul than you normally would, then?"


    Darren suggested randomly. He would feel very foolish indeed if he let himself walk away from this


    encounter empty-handed, especially after expressing such eagerness beforehand.


    "As a matter of fact, that could work," replied the short old man. "A person''s ability toprehend the


    true rule is important. If I pass on a smaller amount of Life True Rule to you, you may be able to handle


    it yourself, as you are. Let us do as you say."


    Hearing this, Darren rolled his eyes, a little puzzled that his suggestion was being taken seriously. He


    hadn''t really thought it through before saying it out loud. In fact, he wasn''t sure what he could do about


    his Spirit Power at all, besides spend eight thousand years increasing it, as the old man had said.


    The mere thought of investing so much time seemed to put him into a daze. As he came out of it, an


    inexplicable shiver passed through him.


    "Well," he said atst, "let''s get started, sir."


    "Get started?" asked the other man. "It''s finished already. Didn''t you notice?"


    Darren shook his head, stunned and confused. "No, I didn''t feel anything. What are you talking about?"


    Patiently, the old man said, "Release your Spirit Power and feel it with your ''blind eyes.''"


    Darren did as he was told, and his eyes went silver. Sure enough, he saw what looked like tiny green


    silk threads, suspended about himself and connected to his body.


    "These are the Life Rule threads," the other man exined.


    Nodding, Darren tried tomunicate with the glowing threads, and a shallow life energy enveloped


    him. All around himself, he felt a crackle of vitality like that of a jungle in the early morning.


    Then, without warning, he felt something slice across his arm.


    Switching back from the silvery eyes, he looked and saw blood flowing from a fresh wound.


    At once, Darren understood the old man''s intention.


    Concentrating, he gathered his Spirit Power, once again feeling the vitality that surrounded him. As he


    did so, a warm green light gathered about his wound.


    In mere seconds, his arm was healed and good as new.


    Watching closely, the old man nodded with satisfaction. "Not bad. You''re quickly mastering the


    elementary skills. But you''ll need to work hard and put in a lot more practice in the future. In time, you''ll


    be able to turn what you''ve learned into a true rule. Then you will go on to achieve great things indeed."


    "Thank you very much, sir!" Saying this, Darren cupped his hands and offered a solemn bow.


    "You''re wee," answered his teacher. "The Space True Rule is much moreplicated than this,


    however. Since I can''t guide you to learn it, I won''t attempt to transfer it to you."


    Darren nodded. "Yes, that''s fine."


    The old man went on, "There''s one other thing you should know. If you truly master the Life True Rule


    and reach its maximum potential, supposedly it will render you unable to die. Even then, however, a


    strong master could still chase you down and beat you, and give you a very unpleasant time. As such,


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    you would be wise to learn the Weapon Command Skill. Such a thing will make a rule cultivator more


    powerful, for certain."


    Darren was confused, as he had never heard of this before. "What is this skill of which you speak?"


    "Simply put," his teacher exined, "it allows you to use the divine weapons as if they were your own.


    More exactly, you can channel the powers of the heavens through your weapons. For rule cultivators,


    this method is the single most powerful means of attacking. As for arrays and illusions, they are


    insignificant byparison, and should only be used for auxiliary purposes."


    Darren listened to all this very thoughtfully. It reminded him of the mighty immortals he had seen on the


    wall before.


    He realized then that they had been attacking with the power of thunder, channeling it through their


    seemingly ordinary weapons. In a reverent tone, he said, "Sir, can you teach this art to me?"