More importantly, he had now broken through to a new realm of power and was no longer the man he once was. His *Indestructible True Skill* had reached its initial stage, boosting his overall strength. There were now almost no experts in Yuhe County who could threaten his life.

"I am practicing another body-strengthening art, called the *Indestructible True Skill*," Yang Jing said, taking a slow breath.

"What?" Sun Yong froze. He turned to look at Yang Jing and asked in astonishment, "Say that again. What are you practicing?"

Yang Jing was puzzled by Sun Yong’s extreme reaction.

’His master’s shock was understandable. After all, it was a legendary True Skill, a martial art of even higher quality than the Li Family’s *Vajra Hand Seal*. But his master’s reaction seemed to contain a complex emotion he couldn’t decipher, something beyond mere surprise.’

He composed himself and said again, "I am practicing the *Indestructible True Skill*."

Then, he briefly explained the Cultivation Technique’s origin. "I found this Cultivation Technique some time ago when we eliminated the Flying Horse Thieves, in Li Qianxiong’s room. But... I only have the first half."

Sun Yong’s eyes were still wide, but the astonishment on his face gradually faded, replaced by a complex, inscrutable expression, as if he were recalling some distant memory.

He stared at Yang Jing, his voice somewhat hoarse as he said, "Of course you only have the first half. Because the second half... is in the Xuanzhen Sect."

"The Xuanzhen Sect?" Yang Jing paused. The name sounded familiar.

He thought for a moment and then remembered.

Previously, while he was working at the Liu Family Medical Hall and escorting medicinal herbs to the Prefecture City, he had overheard someone mention it while resting at a roadside teahouse. They said it was a major sect with unfathomable strength.

He hadn’t paid it much mind at the time. He never expected to hear the name from his master, let alone that it would be connected to the Cultivation Technique he was practicing.

Sun Yong’s gaze grew heavy, his tone solemn. "You haven’t told anyone else about obtaining the *Indestructible True Skill*, have you?"

"No, I’ve only told you, Master," Yang Jing said, shaking his head.

Sun Yong finally let out a breath of relief. He clapped Yang Jing on the shoulder, his tone grave. "This Cultivation Technique is of great importance. Remember, you must not speak of it to outsiders. In the future, if anyone asks about the origin of your body-strengthening art, just say you practice an ordinary one and claim you were born with Divine Power. You must absolutely not mention the three words, ’Indestructible True Skill’."

A chill went through Yang Jing. Seeing his master so serious, he knew the significance of this Cultivation Technique was far greater than he had imagined. He quickly nodded and said solemnly, "I will remember."

"As for the second half..." Sun Yong paused before continuing slowly, "The Xuanzhen Sect does indeed have it. But because the Cultivation Technique is missing the first half, it’s not considered a top-tier secret manual within the sect. Many Inner Sect Disciples can borrow it for reference to polish their fundamentals. When you have the chance in the future, it actually won’t be difficult to obtain."

Yang Jing was overjoyed at first.

’To think I have a chance to obtain a complete True Skill!’

But then, more questions flooded his mind.

’How could Master know that the Xuanzhen Sect has the second half of the *Indestructible True Skill*?’

’Even if this Cultivation Technique is incomplete, it’s still a legacy on the level of a True Skill. It should be considered a Sect’s Secret Treasure, strictly forbidden from being shared with outsiders.’

’And Master just said it wouldn’t be difficult for me to obtain the second half in the future. Why is that?’

Sun Yong’s eyes flickered. He could see the doubt in Yang Jing’s mind, but he seemed unwilling to discuss it further. He waved his hand and said, "You don’t need to delve into these matters. When the time is right, I will tell you."

He turned around to gaze at the old locust tree in the courtyard, his figure looking somewhat desolate from behind.

The morning light fell on his white hair, making it gleam like a layer of frost and obscuring his expression.

Yang Jing watched his master’s back, the doubt in his heart growing even stronger.

But he knew that since his master was unwilling to say more, there was no point in asking.

He just had a faint feeling that his master and the mysterious Xuanzhen Sect shared some kind of unusual history.