Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique

The young master smiled and said, “I am Mo Shaoye. May I know how to address you gentlemen?”

“Lin Feng.”

“Yu Fan.”

“Han Shuo.”

…

“So you are Brother Lin, Brother Yu, and Brother Han,” Mo Shaoye said as he saw the three observing Star Cloud Pavilion. “You must also wish to join the ranks of the Star Cloud Pavilion for cultivation, am I right?”

Mo Shaoye asked with a smile.

Lin Feng nodded and replied, “Indeed, that’s the case.”

“Ha ha, same here. Meeting each other is fate. In a while, a few friends of mine who are also here for the Star Cloud Pavilion’s test will arrive. Do you want to join me and meet them? I’m sure they will be very pleased to meet you all,” Mo Shaoye said with a cheerful expression.

Mo Shaoye seemed to be a decent person, and Lin Feng and his companions found it hard to refuse, so they nodded and said, “Thank you for the introduction, Brother Mo.”

Mo Shaoye replied with a smile, “No need to be so formal. Once we become Star Cloud Pavilion disciples, we’ll be brothers and should definitely get to know one another more.”

Lin Feng and his companions agreed with a “Yes.”

In great sects like this, there were many more rules.

Moreover, this was a place where strength was valued. If you were strong and talented, the sect would invest effort in nurturing you.

If you lacked talent, the sect would naturally give up on you.

Furthermore, within such sects, it was common to see all kinds of scheming and intrigue, so it was essential to unite. Only by banding together could one avoid being bullied.

Many new entry-level disciples would form groups.

…

That evening, under Mo Shaoye’s introduction, Lin Feng, Yu Fan, and Han Shuo met the friends Mo Shaoye had mentioned—six people in total.

Clearly, these people were also noble family’s young masters.

Among the six, four were males and two were females. The young man in white was named Wuu Yang, exceedingly handsome and having the air of a secular young noble.

The young man in blue had a medium build, his expression somewhat chilly and seemingly not easy to approach. His name was Xue Xun.

The one dressed in a tight-fitting outfit was a youngster looking around fifteen or sixteen years old, named Yang Yu.

The fourth young man was wearing a wide robe and was very refined in appearance. He was called Song Caijie.

The two females included, dressed in a pale yellow dress, a charming young girl named Mo Miaoling.

The woman sitting next to Mo Miaoling, dressed in a red long dress, with a curvaceous figure and exuding a charming aura, was named Shui Xinqi.

Upon seeing Lin Feng, Yu Fan, and Han Shuo arrive, all six of them stood up.

Mo Shaoye introduced with a smile, “This is Brother Lin Feng, this is Brother Yu Fan, and this is Brother Han Shuo.”

Then, Mo Shaoye introduced his six companions to Lin Feng and the others.

Everyone exchanged greetings and then took their seats.

“This Brother Lin has come for the test with his Martial General cultivation, I’m afraid he won’t even make it past the first challenge,” Xue Xun said indifferently, his tone becoming somewhat disdainful upon seeing that Lin Feng was merely at the Martial General Realm.

Mo Shaoye’s expression did not look too good; he felt that Xue Xun should not have made such a remark and quickly tried to smooth things over, “Actually, it’s not necessarily the case. In the past, there have been cultivators at the Martial General Realm who passed the tests.”

Xue Xun nodded, choosing not to say any more.

Mo Shaoye was quite adept at “handling situations,” and with him present, the gathering went rather smoothly. Everyone shared their own experiences and encounters, although it was obvious that many of them were boasting. Take the young master named Wuu Yang, for instance, who claimed that he had obtained a powerful treasure from a cave mansion and was chased by a cultivator of the Yin Yang Realm for half a month before finally eluding the Yin Yang Realm cultivator.

In Lin Feng’s eyes, this was utterly unreliable. Wuu Yang was at the Fifth Level of Martial King Realm, which was quite formidable, but for him to escape from the hands of a Yin Yang Realm power was nearly impossible. It would have been impressive if he had lasted three days, let alone half a month. Clearly, it was an exaggeration. Of course, Lin Feng did not expose Wuu Yang, as the others, including Mo Shaoye, were all discussing their own amazing experiences and encounters.

The woman named Shui Xinqi turned to Lin Feng and asked, “Does Brother Lin have any unique encounters or experiences to share with us?”

Lin Feng smiled and said, “I usually focus on my cultivation, so I don’t go out much. Thus, I don’t have any special tales to tell.”

Wuu Yang and a few others had an “as-expected” look on their faces, as if they thought it would be surprising for Lin Feng to have any unique or extraordinary encounters.

But the expressions of Shui Xinqi and Mo Miaoling revealed doubt. Women’s intuition is often very accurate, and they felt that Lin Feng was not as simple as he appeared on the surface.

Wuu Yang spoke with a smile, “Brother Lin, you should get out more. You need to venture into dangerous places to temper yourself. For example, training in the Wilderness Jungle for half a year will surely make your cultivation soar. If you only focus on solitary cultivation, it will lead to slow progress.”

“Thank you for the advice, Brother Wuu. I will keep it in mind,” Lin Feng said.

Wuu Yang felt Lin Feng was quite tactful and took the compliments very well. As someone who enjoyed saving face, Wuu Yang laughed upon hearing Lin Feng’s flattery, “You do have considerable talent. Take my advice, and you will surely be able to break through to the Martial King Realm one day.”

After the banquet ended, everyone said their farewells. Shui Xinqi even came over to chat with Lin Feng for a bit. When she left, she gave Lin Feng a seductive glance, seemingly trying to lure him.

“This woman is really saucy,” Lin Feng muttered to himself.

“Knock, knock, knock…”

Before going to bed, there was a knock at the door. Lin Feng invited the knocker in, and Yu Fan pushed the door open and entered.

Lin Feng poured a cup of tea for Yu Fan and asked with a smile, “Brother Yuh, what is it that you would like to tell me?”

Yu Fan closed the door and said, “Aren’t you curious who those people chasing me are?”

Lin Feng smiled and replied, “I’m not concerned about that. It’s enough for me to know that you’re my friend.”

A warm look flashed in Yu Fan’s eyes. He said, “Actually, I am the Fifth Prince from the Youyun State of the Ancient Cloud Ancient Immortal Dynasty.”

Lin Feng said nothing but listened attentively.

Yu Fan continued, “When my father explored a secret realm, he returned injured and had to enter the Life and Death Mysterious Gate. No one knows if he’ll survive. After he went into seclusion, he entrusted the politics to the Eldest Brother temporarily. But who would have anticipated, three years ago, while Eldest Brother was out, he was assassinated. Then, control passed to the Second Prince. A year ago, the Second Prince went astray and became possessed during his cultivation, leaving him insane. And so, power fell into the hands of the Third Prince.”

At this point, a chill appeared in Yu Fan’s eyes as he continued, “After the Third Prince came into power, accidents befell my other brothers one after another; either they encountered problems with their cultivation, or they met with mishaps while traveling. Concerned for my safety, my mother secretly sent me out of the imperial palace. I crossed several states to come here and cultivate in the Desert Domain.”

Lin Feng said, “Even so, the Third Prince doesn’t want to let you go. I guess this Third Prince must be very suspicious. He wants to hold onto power, so he plans to eliminate anyone who could pose a threat to him.”

Yu Fan nodded, hatred flashing in his eyes. “Once the Third Prince found out my mother had sent me away, he poisoned her to death and has been pursuing me ever since. I thought I would die in the jungle, but unexpectedly, I was rescued by Brother Lin.”

Lin Feng noticed that Yu Fan’s fists were clenched tightly, his nails piercing his skin and blood flowing out. Knowing that Yu Fan’s mother had sent him from the palace and was tragically murdered, leaving him powerless to take revenge, and that his mother’s killer was his half-brother, Lin Feng understood Yu Fan’s hatred. He patted Yu Fan reassuringly, “Survive well. Whatever you want to do in the future, I support you. But you’ll need to wait until you have the strength to do what you wish to do.”

“Mmm.” Yu Fan nodded forcefully, determination filling his gaze. Having experienced so much despite being only sixteen, Yu Fan had grown a lot and become strong. He knew he needed to persevere, especially in the sect, enduring any hardship, any fatigue, to press on. He still hoped to one day return to his homeland to pay respects to his mother and to make those who harmed her pay the price.

Perhaps the greatest sorrow in life is the longing to take care of one’s parents who are no longer there.