Global Game: My Divine Skills Reach Full Level Automatically

Gan Baby and Qin Hongmian, being mothers, stepped forward to communicate with Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing.

Upon learning that Ding Ling indeed treated the two well, showing a great sense of responsibility and duty,

Gan Baby and Qin Hongmian were immensely pleased.

Their fondness and approval of Ding Ling soared.

They glanced around, not seeing Li Qinglu, and curiously asked about her.

Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing exchanged a peculiar look at Wang Yuyan in the crowd and whispered a few words to Gan Baby and Qin Hongmian, startling them:

”Really?”

”Absolutely.”

Zhong Ling whispered:

”That’s why Li Qinglu was unwilling to come out and meet you both.”

”Truly, the Great Thousand Worlds are full of wonders. Though their parents are different, they look identical. It’s astonishing.”

Gan Baby and Qin Hongmian were amazed but didn’t dwell further on the matter.

Their primary concern was their daughters and son-in-law.

They couldn’t help but chat animatedly with the two girls once more.

Duan Zhengchun sat nearby, feeling somewhat uneasy under the gaze of Ruan Xingzhu and others, his desire to see his son-in-law growing stronger.

However, upon seeing Wang Yuyan, he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, as if doused with cold water, immediately dampening his eagerness.

As Ding Ling roamed the Jianghu, decisive in his actions, many of his deeds were widely told across the martial world.

Some storytellers even began crafting tales with Ding Ling as the protagonist.

Duan Zhengchun had heard tales several times during his journey north from Dali Kingdom about the incidents concerning the Gusu Murong Family on Lake Tai, so he was naturally aware.

Li Qingluo brought it upon herself, there was no doubt about that.

However, whenever Duan Zhengchun thought about it, he couldn’t shake off a certain heaviness in his heart. He knew Li Qingluo’s personality well; he had been scared away by her forceful, sharp, and ruthless nature.

Later, he had speculated that Li Qingluo would be fine if she never encountered a ruthless person.

But if she did meet one,

her fate would definitely not be good.

Sure enough, encountering a strong, invincible, decisive son-in-law like Ding Ling, Li Qingluo indeed met her demise.

With this,

after sighing, Duan Zhengchun couldn’t help but move aside to comfort Wang Yuyan.

After all, she was his biological daughter.

How could he ignore her?

Duan Yu looked on with a bitter expression.

Although the Alien claimed he was the son of Duan Yanqing, the most notorious of the Four Great Evils, Dao Baifeng vehemently declared that the Alien was spouting nonsense!

Duan Yu naturally believed his mother.

But because of this, he couldn’t marry Wang Yuyan, so how could he be happy?

He felt despondent every day, but whenever he saw Wang Yuyan, he couldn’t resist approaching her; she was his Immortal Sister, how could he truly let go?!

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Duan Zhengchun arrived in Luoyang.

The family was reuniting with Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing.

Ding Ling was unaware.

Even if he knew, he wouldn’t care much.

He valued Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling the most.

As long as Duan Zhengchun and the others didn’t provoke him, they could coexist peacefully; if they did provoke him, Ding Ling wouldn’t hesitate to act.

He had no emotional ties to Duan Zhengchun, so he naturally wouldn’t focus too much on or care for him.

Swoosh!

Ding Ling had reached Shaolin Temple by now.

He didn’t present any formalities, flying directly to Shaolin Temple, heading to the Scripture Pavilion.

Where was the Scripture Pavilion?

Ding Ling, with his keen eyesight and speed, circled Shaolin Temple and soon found it.

At this moment, Ding Ling stood before the entrance of the Scripture Pavilion.

Looking at this three-storied building, with eaves elegantly upturned, resembling the Phoenix Pavilion and Dragon Tower, it was extremely exquisite and beautiful.

It was evident that Shaolin Temple had invested thought into constructing the Scripture Pavilion, its unique and exquisite design making it one of a kind.

Ding Ling found it hard not to notice.

He stepped forward two steps.

A monk happened to come out of the Scripture Pavilion at this time; upon seeing him, he stretched out his hand to stop Ding Ling, saying:

”This is the secret area of the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion, no outsiders are allowed. If the benefactor is here to offer incense and worship Buddha, you may proceed to the main hall.”

”I’m not here to offer incense and worship Buddha.”

”Then, what is the benefactor here for?”

Ding Ling didn’t bother to explain much, nor did he intentionally make things difficult for the old monk; he just said lightly:

”You can report to the Abbot that Ding Ling, Emperor of the Great Ming, has come for a visit.”

”What?!”

The old monk was shocked, scrutinizing Ding Ling, observing his tall, upright, and extraordinarily handsome appearance, his aura a blend of nobility, power, and sanctity, causing his heart to race, knowing that Ding Ling was no ordinary person, and upon comparing his looks with the legend of the Martial Arts Myth.

The old monk was so startled that his eyelids trembled continuously, he immediately stepped back two steps, bowed deeply to Ding Ling with respect, then clasped his palms together and said:

”Amitabha Buddha, I didn’t know it was Your Majesty, truly a lack of welcoming, please forgive us.”

”No sin if unintentional, I’m here to browse the books in your Scripture Pavilion, you have no objections, right?”

”Of course not.”

The old monk solemnly said:

”I am Xuan Ji, currently the head of the Precepts Hall. Your Majesty can freely visit the Scripture Pavilion, no one will dare to utter a word.”

”Thank you.”

”Your Majesty is too kind.”

Ding Ling didn’t speak further, walking straight into the Scripture Pavilion.

Xuan Ji discreetly wiped a cold sweat, thinking: Our Shaolin Temple has already copied many Buddhist texts and Shaolin skills for the Great Ming Empire and sent them to Luoyang; does Your Majesty really need to come visit the Scripture Pavilion to read Buddhist scriptures? Is it necessary?

Despite his puzzlement,

He dared not disturb Ding Ling further, quickly left the Scripture Pavilion, and instructed others to keep an eye on it, to report any unusual occurrences to him immediately.

He was worried Ding Ling might need something.

Or concerned that someone from Shaolin might offend Ding Ling, which would cause trouble. Ding Ling’s decisive reputation has long been well known in the martial world, so Xuan Ji naturally recognized it, how could he dare to offend Ding Ling?

Tap tap!

After stepping into the Scripture Pavilion, Ding Ling wasn’t in a rush to find the Sweeping Monk, instead, he started picking up Buddhist scriptures to read.

He read books swiftly.

Going through them quickly.

He found that fifty to sixty percent of the Buddhist scriptures were ones he had already seen.

It goes without saying.

Shaolin Temple did contribute to those editions sent to Luoyang.

Ding Ling didn’t mind.

He continued reading.

Later,

He saw many of Shaolin Temple’s Seventy-Two Skills.

He went through them one by one.

[Arhat Divine Skill Full Level]

[Defense +0.4]

[Bodhi Heart Method Full Level]

[Dharma Breath Control Technique Full Level]

[Vajra Indestructible Body Divine Skill Full Level]

[Defense +1]

[Kasaya Demon Suppression Skill Full Level]

[Defense +0.4]

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He went through them one by one.

Once he had gone through dozens of the Seventy-Two Skills,

Ding Ling’s defense points unknowingly reached the extreme value of 80 points.

After reaching this extreme,

Even though he continued to max out on the Seventy-Two Skills, he could no longer increase his True Qi or Four-dimensional Attributes.

Ding Ling didn’t mind this either.

He regarded it as enhancing his foundation while advancing the progress of the Martial Arts Melting Furnace Body.