Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique

In the bustling Yunyu Pavilion, people came and went; anyone with the privilege of entering had no simple identity.

The Yunyu Pavilion was divided into three elegant and unique stories.

Ordinary cultivators usually mingled on the first floor, while people from great forces often frequented the second floor, and the top fighters would gather on the third floor for small meetings.

Inside the Yunyu Pavilion lay a courtyard filled with artificial mountains and stone formations, pavilions and towers scattered about; a stream reflected the stone bridges, and there was even a bamboo forest and lush grass, presenting a landscape as beautiful as a painting.

Many people were scattered around, whispering in groups of twos and threes.

”I wonder where Qin Mubai and Jin Yichen have gone off to?” Lin Feng muttered to himself as he searched for the two.

Back at the Eternal Demon Mountain, Zixiao had met a tragic fate.

The Golden Buddha left by Zixiao’s mother was stolen, and Lin Feng’s suspicion mainly fell on a few individuals: ”Master Daoo,” ”Jin Yichen,” ”Qin Mubai,” and ”Dream Xuan Immortal.”

They all had the strength to kill Zixiao and take the treasure, but Lin Feng doubted ”Master Daoo,” ”Qin Mubai,” and ”Jin Yichen” the most.

This was Lin Feng’s intuition, he did not know where this intuition came from, but he felt that these three were the most suspicious.

”Come and have a look, the newly unearthed Ancient Immortal Treasure...”

Suddenly, a hawking voice came from a distance, attracting many people’s attention.

The crowd looked over to see a Taoist, slightly overweight with eyes the size of soybeans, giving him a somewhat unsavory appearance.

”A Taoist!”

Lin Feng was astonished; this was his first encounter with a ”Taoist.”

In the Three Thousand States, there was a mysterious and unpredictable ”Taoism.”

In the Ancient Era, The Three Pure Ones founded Taoism, and rumors had it that The Three Pure Ones were among the oldest of the Chaos Ancient Gods, existing at the same time as the Ancient Dragon Elephant.

This indicated the number of years Taoism had been passed down.

Myths tell of the great Taoist figure ”Laozi” riding an ox out of Jiayu Pass, with Purple Qi extending for thirty thousand miles.

It was also rumored that Taoism possessed Supreme Great Ability, divining the cycles of heaven, predicting events five hundred years before and after their time, and even conjecturing five hundred years into the future. Knowing everything that occurred within a span of one thousand five hundred years.

It was difficult to imagine just what astonishing powers Taoism held, even in the Three Thousand States, it was shrouded in mystery.

”Taoist tradition is very mysterious,” said the Fire Kirin. ”It’s said to be hidden in a secret place, with very few descendants of Taoism appearing in the world.”

”Have you ever dealt with a Taoist?” Lin Feng inquired.

”Years ago, I had some contact with a Taoist. He told me that Taoism is most skilled at alchemy and talisman making, which actually involves the use of large arrays. In essence, the heritage of Taoism hinges on Alchemy Skill and Spirit Array Skill. Moreover, they are masters of the Qihuang Skill and it is said they even possess the ability to communicate with the Yin Yang Two Realms. All in all, Taoism is mysterious and somewhat unorthodox. Even I don’t know much about it,” the Fire Kirin replied.

In the past, the Fire Kirin was a peak existence in the Three Thousand States; even such a figure knew very little about Taoism, illustrating its profound mystery.

”Taoist, what secret treasure are you selling? Hurry up and show us!”

Many gathered around, very intrigued.

A Taoist selling secret treasures often implied inestimable value, considering the perennial mystery of Taoism.

”Wuliang Taoist Venerable,” the Taoist began, ”customers, please wait a moment while this poor Taoist brings out the treasure!”

He swished his horsetail whisk, exuding a dignified aura.

Yet, his chubby face really did seem somewhat unsavory, making many chuckle involuntarily. People muttered under their breath, ”Taoists are rumored to be remarkable individuals; how is it that this fellow seems so indecent? Is he a true disciple of Taoism, or just an imposter?”

Many shared this doubt, including Lin Feng, who found it challenging to associate the unsavory Taoist with the ”esteemed individuals” of Taoism.

Someone inquired, ”May I ask how the Taoist venerable is addressed?”

”I am Wuliang! Infinite Law, boundless when absent, infinite without disaster, no calamity nor hardship,” the Taoist proclaimed.

”So it’s Taoist Wuliang, what a pleasure to meet you.”

…

At that time, Wuliang Taoist brought out dozens of items, and the crowd looked on, many rolling their eyes wildly.

These tattered things are supposed to be secret treasures?

They saw a long sword, already so rusty that it was unrecognizable.

An armor had long since become battered and broken.

There was also an object like a Jade Ruler, already snapped in two, devoid of any spirit.

”Is this really the secret treasure that the Taoist wishes to recommend to us?” someone said, their mouth twitching.

”Ladies and gentlemen, you must not underestimate these treasures. I dug them out from ancient ruins, and they used to be Divine Weapons. Although they have been eroded by time, they still possess formidable power.”

Wuliang Taoist explained nonchalantly.

The crowd regarded Wuliang Taoist with disdain. Do we all look like fools? The more they looked at Wuliang Taoist, the more they thought he was a fraud.

There were not a few who disguised themselves as Taoists to swindle people in the Three Thousand States.

Feeling the hostile glances, Wuliang Taoist involuntarily shrank his neck and said, ”My friends, these really are Divine Weapons. I, the humble Taoist, would never lie to you. Look at this long sword; although it has decayed, it can still cut through iron as if it were mud.”

As Wuliang Taoist spoke, he picked up the sword and struck it against a huge rock.

Crack.

The rusty sword broke into two pieces.

”Holy shit...”

Many rolled their eyes. Was this damn Taoist actually trying to swindle people with this junk?

If it wasn’t out of fear that this guy was a Taoist, some might have already taken care of him.

”Using the identity of a Taoist to swindle and avoid a beating,” Lin Feng commented dryly.

People around him started to disperse.

Lin Feng was about to leave when the Fire Kirin tugged at him and said, ”Not everything here is worthless. Do you see that black, broken pot? Something doesn’t feel right about it.”

Lin Feng looked in the direction pointed out by the Fire Kirin and saw a damaged pot, which was missing more than half of itself, leaving just the bottom part. Lin Feng didn’t see anything unusual.

”It’s just a broken pot, right?” Lin Feng said.

”It’s not that simple. Go and buy it!” the Fire Kirin retorted.

Nodding, Lin Feng approached Wuliang Taoist and said, ”I’ll take this pot. Name your price.”

”The young master indeed has a discerning eye. This was enshrined on a sacrificial altar, I surmise it must be an extremely powerful treasure,” boasted the Wuliang Taoist, but even he couldn’t keep up his own charade in the end.

Wuliang Taoist himself didn’t know the use of the broken pot, having inspected it multiple times without discovering any secrets.

”Just give me a price,” Lin Feng said.

”Fifty thousand Gold Coins,” Wuliang Taoist replied.

”Deal!” Lin Feng nodded and handed over fifty thousand Gold Coins to Wuliang Taoist.

”That kid hasn’t lost his mind, has he? Paying fifty thousand Gold Coins for such a piece of junk?”

Many Cultivators shook their heads, looking at Lin Feng with a teasing gaze.

Lin Feng walked over to the Fire Kirin and asked, ”What’s so special about this pot?”

After examining the pot, the Fire Kirin expressed shock and said, ”I will transmit a set of incantations to you. Try channeling your True Qi according to the incantations and inject it into this pot.”

Lin Feng nodded.

The next moment, a set of information appeared in his mind, the very incantations passed to him.

He channeled his True Qi according to the methods recorded in the incantations and then injected it into the broken pot.

”Boom!!”

Instantly, the broken pot in Lin Feng’s hand was revived, emitting an aura so terrifying that it took one’s breath away.

It was as if an Ancient Fierce Beast from the primordial times had awakened.