Chapter 37: Levels of Technique
Chapter 37: Levels of Technique
“Yes, I created this technique.” Zhou Ping confirmed.
Hiss
Zhou Guoan took a breath.
“Aping, how did you create it? Putting the elephant aside, have you seen a dragon? Well, I don’t doubt what you said, but it’s just a bit… unbelievable.”
“What’s the matter? Who hasn’t seen the dragon? There are many on TV?” Zhou Ping looked naive.
Puff! Ahem…
Two voices came at the same time. Zhou Guoan coughed, surprised by Zhou Ping’s statement. The other voice was Jiang Yiming spurting blood.
Originally, Jiang Yiming had already suffered a certain amount of internal injuries because of forcibly resisting everything. Now, he was stimulated by Zhou Ping, and he couldn’t help but spew a mouthful of blood.
“Principal Jiang, what do you think?” Zhou Guoan calmly asked Jiang Yiming for advice. After all, he was the principal of the country’s top university. He must know more about techniques than people like him who didn’t like to read and study.
“You all underestimated that technique.” Jiang Yiming stood up with a pale face, not trying to hide anything. “Even if the cultivation base is one level higher than me, it is impossible for me to not be able to resist it from internal energy and aura alone.
“Although I don’t specialize in combat, my cultivation level is not low. I also have the strength of the elementary stages of martial will transformation. There is only one possibility that can cause this.” Jiang Yiming’s expression became solemn.
“What is this possibility?” Zhou Guoan was intrigued and couldn’t help but listen carefully.
“Dominating the level of the cultivation technique,” Jiang Yiming jubilantly said.
“The level of technique? There are levels of technique?” Zhou Guoan frowned, feeling that he had lived in vain for decades.
“Yes, there are levels of technique.” Jiang Yiming nodded. “For example, is the effect of free techniques distributed by the school comparable to the techniques passed in various families?”
“Of course not, the gap is too big,” Zhou Guoan replied simply. “I know what you mean, but even the magical skills circulated in the family can’t dominate the skill given at school?”
“Yes, that’s because there are levels of technique,” Jiang Yiming said.
“Huh? You’re saying that the techniques circulating within the family and the free techniques issued by the school are at the same level?” Zhou Guoan smiled, with a face of unbelief.
“It is indeed the same. Just like you are also a human being, the security guards are also human beings. No matter how big the gap between you is, you are still all human beings and belonging to the same level.
“And the cultivation technique cultivated by Young Master Zhou, using a metaphor, has transcended the realm of man and belongs to god.”
“No matter how powerful and powerful a person is, how can he withstand the coercion of god?” Jiang Yiming’s face was pious, as if he really saw god.
Zhou Guoan was stunned by Jiang Yiming’s words.
“Wait, I still don’t quite believe what you said. Wait for me to call the old man.” Zhou Guoan patted his head and took out his mobile phone.
Beep Beep
“Third son, have you seen Ping’er?” Mr. Zhou’s voice sounded.
“I saw him,” Zhou Guoan answered very simply.
“How is it? Is Ping’er okay? Has anyone bullied him?” As expected, the Old Master Zhou was also concerned about whether Zhou Ping was bullied.
“With me here, how can Aping be bullied? Father, Aping scared me this time.” Zhou Guoan’s voice trembled.
“What’s wrong?” Old Master Zhou’s voice was still calm.
“Father, have you heard that the techniques are divided into levels?” Zhou Guoan went straight to the point, and added, “I’m talking about the level of techniques.”
There were a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone before the voice of Old Man Zhou came. “Third son, why did you suddenly ask about this?”
Seeing that the old man was a little reluctant to talk about this topic, Zhou Guoan simply told him about Ning Maocai. He told him everything until Zhou Ping showed his technique.
“That’s how it is. Jiang Yiming said that there was a difference between the level of cultivation techniques, so I called and asked you.”
“Is what you said true?” Mr. Zhou’s voice was trembling.
“Of course it is true, ” Zhou Guoan assured him.
“Well, let me tell you. There are three levels of techniques. Between each level, there is an unbridgeable gap.
“The worst one is called the white technique. This is the technique practiced by the vast majority of people in the world. Even many political leaders practice only white techniques.
“The second class is called the purple technique. This kind of technique is the foundation of a big family. Once there is a purple technique, it means that this family has the possibility of becoming a conqueror. Across different countries, every large family at the national level has at least one purple technique.
“Of course, purple exercises do not necessarily mean that they must be top-level families, because the difficulty of practicing purple exercises is also very high. Therefore, those families that were once top-level families fell, because no one in the family can practice the purple technique. But in any case, the purple technique is a must-have for a top family.
“And the highest one is called the golden technique. That kind of technique… has always been just a legend.” There was a trace of sorrow in old man Zhou’s voice. “But even if there is a golden technique, it is estimated that no one can practice it. The difficulty of the purple technique is already very high. It is often found in a top level family with many descendants, and only a few people in the whole family can practice it. It is said that the golden technique is a whole dimension above a purple technique.”
“White technique? Purple technique? Golden technique? Why does it sound like a game?” Zhou Guoan suppressed the horror in his heart. “Father, do we have a purple technique in the Zhou family? Why have I never heard of it?”
“Stinky ?boy, as the top family in the country, ?our Zhou family must have purple techniques. As for why you haven’t heard of it, it’s because you don’t have the qualifications to practice purple techniques.” Old man Zhou mercilessly criticized Zhou Guoan.
“Why am I not qualified? Maybe I am a peerless genius?” Zhou Guoan was unconvinced.
“Nonsense! Do you think you never tried to practice it when you were a kid? Did you forget the time when I asked you to look at a picture every day?”
“I do. What does this have to do with the purple technique.”
“That’s the purple technique! Every time I let you observe it for a long time, you end up falling asleep!” When the old man Zhou thought of Zhou Guoan’s performance when he was a child, he felt anger forming.
“There’s something I can’t tell you on the phone. Since Ping’er has cultivated a purple technique, bring him to Yanping immediately. And your eldest brother, remember to call Guorong back as well.”
“Yes!” Zhou Guoan hung up the phone and looked at Zhou Ping with a complicated expression.
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