Chapter 3350 — The Goddess Nuwa's Art of Mending Heaven
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Once the code was entered correctly, the mechanism began to work. The flat floor suddenly started to sink—so it was a lift, like the stone coffin they had encountered in the ancient tomb.
As the floor descended, the three of them sank to the level below the cellar. So beneath the cellar lay another hidden space!
"It seems the Gu family never found this place." Yu Dake gazed at the things before him with some delight.
The lower level was a large storage room, arranged like a supermarket with row upon row of shelves—on them, presumably, some of the Yu family's cultivation resources and books.
Moving with practiced ease, Yu Dake went to the innermost bookshelf and drew out a thin little booklet. A smile touched the corner of his mouth. "Xiaoke, we've done it—it's here!"
"Oh?" Yu Xiaoke was delighted too. After all, she had long hoped to raise her strength; hers was low, and she had repeatedly come close to death. If not for the man's help, she likely would not be standing here alive. "The Goddess Nuwa's Art of Mending Heaven?"
Yu Xiaoke was taken aback by the name of the technique. It was certainly impressive enough—it sounded utterly domineering. Was it boasting, or was it truly so?
"Yes, this is our Yu family's inherited secret art. But only women can cultivate it—I cannot," Yu Dake said.
"Then I can cultivate it?" Yu Xiaoke opened the manual with some anticipation. But she had been an external-school cultivator before, never having come into contact with the internal school, nor had any family or sect ever instructed her in internal-school techniques. Now, looking at the manual, she hardly knew where to begin. "But I don't understand the internal school at all."
"That's actually not difficult." With that, Yu Dake explained to Yu Xiaoke the cultivation methods of an internal-school expert.
"So troublesome…" Yu Xiaoke's head swam at the sound of it. Almost no sleep every night? Sitting in meditation the whole time? Wouldn't that be exhausting? If only Wei Zhao could just raise her strength for her.
Yu Xiaoke did know a thing or two about Wei Zhao—after all, the example of the old orphanage director was right there before her, and it made her heart stir. But how was she to go about asking Wei Zhao? (To be continued)