Chapter 379

Inside the small temple, two old monks, totaling over three hundred years of age, were quarreling.

Seeing that dawn was about to break, Li Yuan could no longer sit still; he coughed lightly to indicate he was still waiting: "Master, Daoist Lord..."

~Hmph~~

Having gained no advantage verbally, Daoist Lord Long flicked his sleeve and left.

"... This?"

Li Yuan's mouth twitched; at such an age, did they have any dignity?

"That old thing has a guilty conscience."

Glancing at Long Long Yingchan's back, Long Xi Xiang also let out a cold snort; after venting his frustration, he felt much better.

"Master, just now..."

Li Yuan weighed his tone.

Having spoken, Long Hu Temple flicked his finger; a ball of Bai Guang exploded, enveloping the two of them:

Whether it was Gao Gao Feiqing, the Qixiaodao Sect, or even the entire world above, in the past two thousand years, only two were universally acknowledged as possessing talent of the eternal age.

Gao Gao Feiqing, a supreme warlord; at the founding of the Great Yun dynasty, he once suppressed the world above, crushing all warlords and even several minor sects until they had no breath to spare, forcibly seizing many ancestral divine arts.

Long Hu Temple expressed understanding but was not too concerned; having agreed to them, even the Master of the Star-Picking Tower must fulfill his promise.

Could this old monk just happen to come to the door?

"Legends are somewhat exaggerated; for those newly created in the current era, such as your Hundred Beasts Thunder Dragon, the library naturally has none, but for older Wu Gong, most are present."

Long Hu Temple did not dwell on this, but asked:

Daoist Lord Long did not beat around the bush; he smiled and bowed with clasped hands:

"That person comes from the Star-Picking Tower and should have some connection with our Long Hu Temple..."

"Fu Mo Dao Fa is a Wu Gong realized by Wan Wan Zhuliu from the Fu Mo Dragon God Blade; strictly speaking, it is two divine arts: one Fu Mo Dao Fa, unmatched in sharpness, and one Dragon God Aspect, utterly domineering; both are universally acknowledged as supreme divine arts in the Jianghu..."

"Then naturally?"

Li Yuan nodded, indicating he understood well: "I wonder where that senior is located?"

Li Yuan looked up, somewhat surprised and suspicious.

Li Yuan inwardly gasped; no wonder Gao Gao Feiqing was listed among the peerless grand masters.

"If one promises it, one must give it."

He narrowed his eyes slightly; since his disciple did this great deed, the benefits must naturally be reclaimed:

If it were not for my non-stop fighting and clashing with that Wan Wan Zhuliu these days, my injuries would not have deteriorated to such a degree.

"This disciple once saw in the historical records that during the decisive battle at Tianyou Pass, divine fire descended from the heavens like a waterfall and a tide; Gao Gao Feiqing, along with eight hundred thousand elites, was utterly annihilated behind Tianyou Pass..."

Li Yuan's heart stirred; this was obviously destroyed by someone, and at that time, the only one with the capability was naturally the Great Yun Founding Emperor.

"It is said that back then, he sat in meditation for a year within the Great Yun library, reading all the scriptures, absorbing the strengths of various supreme arts and divine skills, pushing those two divine arts to a level rarely seen in the current age."

Li Yuan could only smile bitterly and nod; he vaguely felt something; this old dragon head seemed to want him to meet the Master of the Bronze Tower?

"Just now."

The little tiger cub sneered, somewhat disdainful:

Li Yuan gathered his thoughts; since his master wanted to change the subject, what could he do?

"I do not know if it is true or false."

"Fu Mo Dao Fa is indeed terrifying, but it depends on who wields it; your talent is not inferior to Wan Wan Zhuliu; now, this Thunder Dragon may not necessarily be able to surpass my Dragon God Aspect!"

"What is your intention?"

However, upon reaching the large courtyard, he still stopped; waves, seemingly present yet absent, emanated from within the room; this Tower Master Qin was currently reshaping his divine realm.

"Regarding the battle at Tianyou Pass, no family has records, but from this, one can see the terror of that Gao Gao Feiqing; at that time in the world, indeed no one could withstand his sharp edge."

"At least two, or even three Long Hu Great Pills."

~~"

The little tiger cub naturally did not believe it, but at this moment, it was naturally not a good time to pursue the matter, so he could only watch him coldly:

"When did you discover it?"

"Huff~"

"That dates back to the Great Yun Founding Emperor, Bao Bao Hongfan..."

Speaking, he paused slightly, guessing Li Yuan's thoughts:

Or perhaps, is there truly a heavenly fire capable of burning a peerless grand master to death and distinguishing friend from foe?

"Gao Gao Feiqing, a supreme warlord; it is said this person was divinely gifted, born with great fortune; even in his youth, a Daoist Tianyun Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing actively recognized him as master, and his Yi Shen Wu Gong was so profound it transcended the mundane..."

Buzz~

"Are you afraid that person will disappear directly after recovering and not fulfill the promise?"

Could this health-preserving furnace even peer into my human-divine realm?

That technique of concealment moves my heart greatly.

What is eternal?

Before the new yet vague Bronze Tower, a man in white robes stood tall; his ten fingers moved incessantly, guiding the rising purple qi to repair the Bronze Tower.

"Regarding this sword draw, what insights have you gained?"

"That is getting too far."

Long Hu Temple did not argue, nor could he argue; within seventy years, relying on Long Hu Great Pills and various healing medicines, he challenged an unknown number of times.

Bao Hong immediately became interested:

"Naturally, I must speak with the Tower Master." Long Hu Temple sighed slightly and brought the topic back:

Long Hu Temple narrated

"Heaven have mercy!"

Long Xi Xiang glanced at him, how could he not know what he was thinking.

"To counter Low-Flying Qing, the various sects in the heavens lent aid to High-Flying Qing. Before Xiao Yun established his nation, the Wu Gong left behind by Low-Flying Qing naturally fell into the Xiao Yun Library."

Ten thousand battles, ten thousand defeats — now there's truly something worth saying.

Wisps of purple mist rose from beneath the ground.

Realizing he had let slip too much, Longhu Temple hurriedly coughed, took a pastry from under the table and began eating, then shifted the topic with a turn of conversation:

"Mm."

"Two thousand years — your Bao Bao Hongfan is finally about to produce another Dao Child!"

If it were up to me, after drawing the blade I'd have to secure some real benefit first. After all, before the blade is drawn, the offense and defense shift, and the initiative is in my hands.

"...... You saw that too?"

Bao Bao Hongfan's mood was excellent; he felt even the night wind had grown stern. He paced about the temple for a good while, and when he felt it was about time, he headed toward Bao Hong's small courtyard.

"No... it must be that Bao Bao Hongfan left a contingency..."

Longhu Temple let out a heavy sigh.

Longhu Temple did not lavish praise; he and Nie Xianshan's way of teaching disciples were entirely different. The latter liked to scold and was strict, but he himself was more easygoing.

The moonlight was hazy, the horizon gradually brightening. In the great temple, Long Dao-zhu stood with his hands clasped behind his back, letting his long brows flutter up and down, his mood extremely good.

"Should be?"

"Your talent is already inferior to mine. That Falling Star Hammer move that shattered the Demon-Slaying Blade Net — even this old man could not help being moved."

Old Long Head doesn't know how to teach disciples. With Li Dao-ye's steady temperament, he too felt his blood boil, wishing he could punch Wan Wan Zhuliu and kick Low-Flying Qing.

The joy of having the blade intent drawn out instantly dropped by half. The white-robed man's brow furrowed slightly, feeling a touch of regret.

Wan Wan Zhuliu's blade intent had dispersed, but the wounds left behind remained. If not repaired, the divine realm would still collapse.

Still, he wasn't too worried — after all, Long Xi Xiang was there.

"Mm, this old man's memory has been failing lately, I can't recall."

Longhu Temple shook his head.

Longhu Temple corrected himself, and explained:

Li Yuan listened quietly, comparing it with what he had gleaned from his books, and felt that Old Long Head's account was more rigorous. eo

"Still, rice must be eaten bite by bite, the road must be walked step by step."

"Today, this old man will pass on to you the Dragon Elephant Vajra Heaven."

Letting out a long breath, the white-robed man's brow smoothed. For him, as long as that blade was drawn, everything else was but a trifle.

Li Yuan had no intention of hiding it: "That senior spoke of one Divine Art, one supreme-grade divine weapon, and ten Long Long Modadan pills."

"The Dragon Demon Heart Scripture... forget it, that can't be possible. Then, the Longhu Longhu Dadan must surely have—"

"Right?"

Xiao Yun's founding emperor High-Flying Qing, and today's Martial-Suppressing King Wan Wan Zhuliu.

"Hoo!"

Li Yuan spoke the truth — how many days he had stacked his Talent Palm Control, all of it was that love-heart, simply unimaginable how others could draw the blade.

Long Xi Xiang was somewhat surprised, but thinking of the difficulty of drawing the blade, he could not help but sigh in sympathy: "This is what you deserve..."

"This disciple has heard that within the Xiao Yun Library, Wu Gong from across the heavens have been collected — from several thousand years ago down to the present age. The vast majority of Wu Gong are within it."

A long time later, the last wisp of purple mist entered the bronze pagoda, and only then did the white-robed man slowly withdraw his stance.

Inside the room, the little tiger cub carefully opened his eyes, then suddenly sprang up, retreating, every hair on his body standing on end.

Li Yuan nodded. Though he had won a bitter victory, recalling that first Demon-Slaying Blade, he still felt a twinge of heart-palpitation.

"That Martial-Suppressing King's foundation was far too solid. Among those of the same rank, I fear no one could match him."

Surpassed the Qixiaodao Sect whose lineage had never been broken, with great masters sitting in command generation after generation...

Why did High-Flying Qing destroy all records, leaving behind only this one absurd and unbelievable rumor?

"Even the Dao Sect has no record?"

"That man's natural talent and Wu Gong — across the ages, few could compare. Among those of the same rank, there truly should be no one who could beat him."

"Many thanks, Master. Many thanks, Dao-zhu."

Li Yuan nodded.

"Longhu shall rise!"

"This matter, hand it to your Martial Uncle — he is a veteran hand at it. Back when we roamed the jianghu..." *cough cough*, "I've strayed too far."

"Mm."

That flattery...

"Old Monk, you're far too hypocritical!"

"Uh..."

In a thousand years, perhaps several thousand, not one may appear.

"The Xiao Yun Library."

"The wounds are too severe."

Long Dao-zhu cupped his hands slightly:

"What? That person earlier promised you something?"

That was the point he cared about — work done, wages must be paid.

The little tiger cub, having calmed down, spoke in a low voice, and the door of the room was pushed open with a heavy thud.

"The Tower Master misunderstands. If you had not just now leaked your aura, how could Long, despite having some tricks, have seen through the Dragon Demon Heart Scripture?"

The big tiger cub's eyes narrowed; he already knew he was exposed. That old monk had come and gone so many times—when had he ever knocked?

The Little Fortune Library, the eight lesser violent mechanisms—all could be traced back to that Little Fortune Ancestor.

"Cough, I saw a little."

"Is that so?"

Dragon Tiger Temple brushed past it in a single sentence.

What I was even more curious about was just what method that Tower Master had used to hide within Pang Pang Wenlong, that not a single trace had been discovered despite my many searches.

"Two lesser divine arts."

Bao Hong listened quietly.

As for the others, such as the present Qian Emperor, they might not necessarily count.

"?!"

At the room door, Dragon Hall Master knocked heavily, producing a 'rat-a-tat' sound.

Li Yuan straightened his back and waist, feeling thoroughly comfortable all over.

Seventeen hundred years ago, two world-shaking figures appeared in the heavens: Little Fortune Ancestor Gao Gao Feiqing, and War God Di Gao Feiqing.