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Mo Wen was acutely aware of his lack of practical combat experience. One of the purposes of his cultivation was to fight—against people, beasts, spirits, and even the heavens. In short, he needed to engage in battle, and what he currently lacked was precisely that. Clearly, as Old Lu had said, he wouldn't have the opportunity for a while; after all, Old Lu's enemy could show up here at any moment, and then he would have to flee.
Regardless of whether his Body Speed Realm was perfected or not, since he had already consulted Old Lu about the Qi Binding Realm, he decided to first obtain the Kung Fu related to it from Old Lu. After all, relying on his own abilities to acquire good Kung Fu seemed unlikely. He even considered asking Old Lu if there were any subsequent Kung Fu available; this way, he could avoid the hassle of searching for Kung Fu in the future. Even if he couldn't get it directly from Old Lu, he could at least inquire about where to find it. He had intended to ask before but felt a bit embarrassed due to the number of questions he had already posed.
"Uh... Old Lu, I have a request," he began.
"You want the Kung Fu for the Qi Binding Realm, right?" Old Lu replied.
"You're quite perceptive, Old Lu."
"When did you become so hesitant? Here you go; I've prepared it for you."
"Uh, Old Lu, I have another question."
"Go ahead."
"About the subsequent Kung Fu for the realms..."
"Old Man understands. I have it, but I won't give it to you. A common man is guilty when possessing something precious. However, I can tell you where to obtain it. Here, take this token; go to the Divine Nerve Hall later. They have the Kung Fu you seek, but you'll need to pay the price. This token will help you avoid some trouble."
After receiving the Kung Fu and token from Old Lu, Mo Wen hesitated to ask further questions. He was eager to understand what level his Kung Fu was at but figured he could find out more about it once he visited the Divine Nerve Hall as mentioned by Old Lu. He carefully stored away the Kung Fu and token and began focusing on his own matters. He wasn't in a rush to study the Kung Fu or the token since they weren't immediately useful; he could delve into them later when his Shen Su Jing reached perfection.
To ensure he could leave at any moment, Mo Wen packed all his belongings into the storage device that Old Lu had given him and secured it close to his body. He also carried a storage bag and the "weapon" that Old Lu had provided—a Butcher Knife.
"Hmm, Old Man thinks you're still missing something," Old Lu remarked. "Oh right! Take this technique for your cultivation."
"What is this technique for?" Mo Wen asked as he received the Different Appearance scroll.
"As its name suggests, it allows you to change your appearance, conceal your realm, and alter your aura. It's essential for killing and escaping."
"That's impressive!"
"Indeed! If you wish, you can even transform into a woman."
"I don't wish to." After saying this, Mo Wen began flipping through the Different Appearance scroll. The technique was straightforward but claimed to be one of the most powerful in terms of disguise. Mo Wen didn't concern himself with whether it truly was the strongest; after all, it was given by Old Lu and bore a name that suited Old Lu's direct style perfectly. He quickly memorized all of its incantations but realized that mastering this technique required reaching Ning Shen Realm, which was somewhat awkward. Nevertheless, this didn't prevent him from committing its contents to memory. After confirming that he hadn't made any mistakes, he returned the scroll to Old Lu along with some other books he had previously borrowed. Mo Wen wished he could keep a few important ones but was refused by Old Lu; what remained in his mind was far safer than anything carried on his person. Without sufficient strength, these items would only become death warrants—after all, killing and stealing were among the most common sources of resources in this world.
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