Innate Secret Art

Yi Feng nodded.

Looking at him with burning eyes, he didn't understand why he was suddenly bringing this up at a time like this.

"I don't know who my biological parents are. I only remember that when I was young, the first time I woke up, I was in a chaotic space."

Drinking his wine, the Man in Black spoke unhurriedly...

"I walked out of the chaos and arrived in this vast world. At the same time, there were many things in my mind. That included my sword techniques, cultivation methods, and so on..."

"These things were innate to me, so I know many unknown secrets. Another secret is my strength."

The Man in Black took another gulp of wine and continued.

"You rarely see me cultivate. But every once in a while, the power within my body awakens. With this awakening, my strength naturally increases."

Yi Feng's expression was solemn; he was somewhat shocked by what he heard.

He had never heard the Man in Black talk about these secrets before, nor had he ever taken the initiative to ask about the Man in Black's background.

After all, everyone has secrets that are inconvenient to share with outsiders.

But hearing this now.

Yi Feng truly hadn't expected that such a thing could exist in this world.

He even less expected the Man in Black to have such a bizarre and absurd background.

But with the Man in Black possessing this kind of innate ability, he could definitely be called a chosen one!

The Man in Black took another hearty gulp of wine, then pointed a finger at his own head.

"The method of recognizing a master that I mentioned is one of the secret arts I've known since birth. This secret art might have been passed down by a family, or it might flow through my bloodline, but none of that matters anymore."

"Then how exactly should this secret art be used?" Yi Feng appeared somewhat anxious.

From the Man in Black's behavior, Yi Feng could tell that this secret art was probably not so simple.

The Man in Black's recent demeanor and words seemed as if he were giving his final instructions, which made Yi Feng extremely worried.

The Man in Black drank the last drop of fine wine in the jar and slowly spat out a few words.

"That is, let me die!"

Hearing this, Yi Feng's face suddenly darkened.

He felt as if his heart had been grabbed by someone and then squeezed ruthlessly.

Without waiting for Yi Feng to react, the Man in Black continued, "I need to die using a specific method."

"After I die, you just need to follow that secret art, and you can bring me back to life. I will then be able to continue surviving in another form."

"At the same time, a soul connection similar to a master-servant contract will appear between us. This is my method."

After the Man in Black finished speaking, he looked at Yi Feng calmly.

"No!" Yi Feng flatly refused.

This specific way of dying carried uncertainty.

He could not watch his brother use such an uncertain secret art to attempt resurrection.

Furthermore, even if the Man in Black could be resurrected.

The Man in Black had just mentioned surviving in another form, but what that form would be was still unknown.

The risks involved were truly too great.

"No one knows if the things in your head are real or fake, nor do we know if it will actually work," Yi Feng questioned.

"Boss, now that the Toad and the snail are both inside your body, three of our four brothers have survived. I am already very content."

The Man in Black asked calmly, "To break the array, my death is the only way. Do you want me to just die and disappear completely, or do you want me to be resurrected through the secret art?"

Yi Feng pondered for a long time.

He and the Man in Black had been enduring the erosion of the array.

Under the current circumstances, he couldn't think of a better solution either.

Previously, the four brothers couldn't break the array even when working together, and they had already confirmed that what the dark shadow said was true.

This array could only be broken when there was only one person left inside.

Thinking of this, Yi Feng clenched his fists tightly, his eyes red and his teeth gritted.

"Alright, let's not be so indecisive as brothers."

The Man in Black revealed a relieved smile.

He directly transmitted the secret art to Yi Feng.

It was a mnemonic chant.

"Boss, after I die, recite this chant over my corpse. I will then be able to merge my lifeblood into my bones. Only in this way can the secret art be completed and I achieve rebirth," the Man in Black said calmly.

In truth, he had no absolute certainty in his heart either.

But right now, this was his only chance to survive, so he could only risk his life.

The reason the Man in Black was so calm.

Was because he had already prepared himself to die earlier.

Even if the secret art failed, he would have no complaints.

At the very least, three out of their four brothers would survive.

That was already extremely fortunate.

Yi Feng remained silent.

Watching his sworn brother prepare to commit suicide right in front of him.

The sorrow in his heart surged endlessly in his mind like ocean waves.

It was an unsuppressible feeling of grief.

This grief washed over his nasal cavity and tear ducts.

Even though he was a grown man, his tears fell like a broken dam.

He thought of Lady Bai's death; that regret had lingered in his heart constantly, like maggots attached to the bone.

Now, he had to face his brother passing away right before his eyes.

But right now, he could only pin his hopes on the rebirth secret art that the Man in Black had mentioned.

Yi Feng learned very, very quickly.

He also repeatedly confirmed every detail with the Man in Black.

After confirming again and again, Yi Feng finally raised his eyes to look at the Man in Black in front of him.

"Boss, I'll start first." The Man in Black smiled at Yi Feng, then walked to the side, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes...

Yi Feng's heart clenched fiercely, and he nodded with red eyes.

He forcefully suppressed the grief in his heart to calm himself down.

In order to use this secret art of unknown authenticity in his best possible state.