Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique

Chapter 683: Chapter 1 Meeting an Old Friend in the Kingdom of Aolai

East Domain, adjacent to East Sea Land.

Aolai Immortal Country, a famously ancient city in the East Domain.

There had always been legends of “Immortals” in Aolai Immortal Country.

Of course, the most famous were the rumors of Huaguo Mountain in the Kingdom of Aolai.

…

Where Aolai Country bordered the East Sea, mist lingered.

There lied an Immortal Mountain, named Huaguo Mountain.

Rumors had it that at the East Sea Peak, there were strange rocks that had formed at the beginning of Heaven and Earth, absorbing the Sun Moon Essence and the power of Heaven and Earth’s tides.

The strange rocks gave birth to Divine Sense.

After nurturing for countless tens of thousands of years,

a Stone Monkey emerged.

And this Stone Monkey had once been renown and formidable,

known as the Fighting Saint Ape.

Fighting Heaven, challenging Earth!

Who could contend with him?

An immeasurable period passed, the rumors of Huaguo Mountain in the Kingdom of Aolai still renowned worldwide.

…

Along the East Sea Coast, countless people gazed into the depths.

It was said that the location of Huaguo Mountain was within the depths of that world shrouded in mist.

“Is there really a Huaguo Mountain?”

a Cultivator asked.

An older cultivator stroked his beard and said, “Of course, the stories passed down by the elders are naturally true.”

“Whether there is a Huaguo Mountain or not, one should find out by going there.”

a Cultivator said, wanting to fly into that mist-enshrouded world.

The old cultivator spoke indifferently, “Deep within that mist-enshrouded world lies Huaguo Mountain, while not the Death Absolute Land, it’s said to be even more terrifying.”

Hearing the old cultivator’s words, the face of the cultivator eager to explore suddenly changed.

The events that had occurred at Fallen God Cliff had already shocked the Three Thousand States.

Letting the world know just how terrifying Death Absolute Land was.

In a single night,

within a hundred miles,

not a blade of grass grew,

countless cultivators,

vanished into ash and smoke,

countless beings,

turned to dust.

…

If it were even more terrifying than Death Absolute Land,

then the horrors of Huaguo Mountain were unimaginable.

“Has no one ever come out of Huaguo Mountain?”

Lin Feng asked.

“For endless ages, indeed no one has come out, because it’s said to be cursed,”

the older cultivator said.

“A curse? What kind of curse?”, someone curiously asked.

“It is said that in the ancient times, the Fighting Saint Ape caused great turmoil in the Undying Realm, almost overturning it, hence, the major powers of the Undying Realm joined forces with the Seven Great Ancient Buddha from Buddhism, and together they subdued the Fighting Saint Ape and cursed Huaguo Mountain, making it so descendants of Huaguo Mountain could no longer leave, and outsiders could not enter.”

the old cultivator said.

Lin Feng stroked his chin, unsure of how much to believe from the old cultivator’s words.

If true,

the battle between the Fighting Saint Ape and the Seven Great Ancient Buddha, along with the giants of the Undying Realm, would indeed be earth-shattering and would sob the very ghosts and spirits, right?

“Little Fengzi, is that you?”

At that moment, a surprised voice called out.

Lin Feng looked over and saw a handsome youth looking at him.

“Sikong!”

Seeing the youth, a joyful expression appeared on Lin Feng’s face.

It was Sikong Zhaiyue.

They had met years ago on the Ancient God Demon Battlefield.

Back then, they were both just sixteen or seventeen-year-old youths.

In a blink of an eye, more than five years had passed.

“Good brother, I didn’t expect you to come to the East Domain,”

Sikong Zhaiyue came forward and gave Lin Feng a big bear hug.

Lin Feng returned the bear hug to Sikong Zhaiyue.

Meeting an old friend,

naturally brought joy to one’s heart.

…

“Let’s go, we’re heading back to Aolai City.”

Sikong Zhaiyue said.

Lin Feng nodded and went with Sikong Zhaiyue towards Aolai City.

Aolai City was not far, located just over twenty miles away, built by the seaside.

Standing on the city walls, one could see the sprawling ocean.

Outside the Taixuan Building was also a poem once carved by the Sword Immortal Li Taixuan.

Do you not see the waters of the Yellow River coming from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return?

Do you not see the high hall’s bright mirrors mourning the white hair, morning like silk and evening turned to snow?

One must revel in the joy of success in life, let not the golden goblets face the moon in vain.

Heaven created my abilities for a purpose; Though a fortune spent returns anew.

Butcher sheep and cattle for pleasure, a drink must follow, three hundred cups at that.

Mr. Cen and Dan Qiusheng, let’s advance into wine, please do not stop.

Let’s sing together a tune, please listen closely for me.

Neither the bells, drums, nor dishes of jade are precious; I only wish to remain eternally drunk not desiring to awaken.

Since ancient times, saints and sages are all lonely, only those who drink leave their name behind.

King Chen once feasted at Ping Le, ten thousand bouts of free-spirited jollity with wine.

Why speak of having less money, master? I must beg to pour a drink for you.

Five-flower horses, thousand-gold furs, call the boys to exchange for fine wine, so that to dissolve the eternal sorrows with you…

Li Taixuan had always been drinking like his life depended on it.

Years ago, he had lived at Taixuan Building for over a decade.

Now Taixuan Building had become a bustling tavern.

Lin Feng and Sikong Zhaiyue gathered here, ordering wine and dishes, chatting while eating.

“Fengzi, where have you been now? A few years ago, I went to East County Divine Land to find you, but I found that you were wanted everywhere in East County Divine Land.”

Sikong Zhaiyue said.

“It was Ao Tian Ancient City that issued the warrant, wasn’t it?”

A cold murderous intent flashed through Lin Feng’s eyes.

Sikong Zhaiyue nodded and said, “Yes, exactly that Ao Tian Ancient City!”

“A lot has happened over the years, I left East County Divine Land and joined Azure Cloud Sect,”

Lin Feng said.

“Azure Cloud Sect? The one in Desert Domain?”

Sikong Zhaiyue asked.

Lin Feng nodded and said, “Yes, that very Azure Cloud Sect.”

“What about now? What brings you to East Domain?”

Sikong Zhaiyue asked curiously.

“Divine Ruins are opening soon, and I plan to go there,”

Lin Feng said.

“I’ve heard about that too, I’m also preparing to go to Divine Ruins soon, shall we go together?”

Sikong Zhaiyue said with a smile.

“Haha, you and I, brothers, can join forces again. Come on, cheers!”

Lin Feng raised his wine cup.

Sikong Zhaiyue also raised his glass and downed it in one gulp.

……

At night, Lin Feng went together with Sikong Zhaiyue to the Sikong Family.

The Sikong Family was located to the northwest of Aolai City, where stood a huge mansion spanning thousands of acres.

This surprised Lin Feng.

There was such a massive mansion in Aolai City.

The Sikong Family was indeed no simple matter.

However, entering the mansion, Lin Feng felt the desolation.

The vast mansion.

Quiet, barely seeing anyone.

“Sikong, where are your family members?”

Lin Feng couldn’t help but ask curiously.

Sikong Zhaiyue said with a bitter smile, “Now, only I, my sister, two elderly servants, and one maid remain in the Sikong Family.”

Lin Feng nodded, noticing the forlorn look on Sikong Zhaiyue’s face and chose not to ask further.

When they entered a private residence, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old maid saw Sikong Zhaiyue and Lin Feng and made a courteous bow.

“The young master has returned.”

…

Sikong Zhaiyue nodded and pointed to the maid, saying, “This is my sister’s personal maid, Rui’er, and this gentleman here is Young Master Lin.”

“Rui’er greets Young Master Lin.”

The little maid bowed timidly to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng slightly nodded.

“Rui’er, go and prepare a room.”

Sikong Zhaiyue instructed.

“Yes, young master, I will do it right away.”

Rui’er responded and then withdrew.

Sikong Zhaiyue brought Lin Feng into a drawing-room.

Since there were no servants to attend, they poured their own tea.

Soon after, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl walked in.

This young lady was tall and beautiful.

This was Sikong Zhaiyue’s sister, Sikong Xinyan.

“Xinyan, you arrived just in time. This is Lin Feng, whom I often mention to you, and this is my sister Xinyan,”

Sikong Zhaiyue introduced with a smile.

Sikong Xinyan bowed slightly to Lin Feng and said, “Xinyan greets Brother Lin.”

Sikong Xinyan’s voice was very soft and gentle, giving a feeling of delicate grace.