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Chapter 766: 211 Gains Precious Treasure, Scares Ba Tan Insane (10,000 Word Plea for Subscriptions)

Chapter 766: Chapter 211 Gains Precious Treasure, Scares Ba Tan Insane (10,000 Word Plea for Subscriptions)

“Amitabha Buddha, it is time for this poor monk to leave.”

Looking at Chen Jie already ascending the stairs to the third floor, Peng Yingyu spoke directly.

Upon hearing this, the old Taoist looked at Peng Yingyu and said, “Monk, won’t you stay a little longer?”

Peng Yingyu smiled and said, “I originally had no intention of getting involved with your Chang Chun Valley’s inheritance, so why should I stay here? What follows is merely some teachings within your Chang Chun Valley, and it is not appropriate for me to remain.”

Hearing this, the old Taoist replied with a smile, “If you wish to listen, I can certainly tell you. You can all be considered my Chang Chun Valley’s successors.”

“Just now, I heard you call him Brother Jiu Si; if he’s a brother, why can’t he be a martial brother as well?”

The old Taoist said to Peng Yingyu.

Peng Yingyu replied, “Ha-ha, elder, you really haven’t changed at all. However, the monk has his own path to follow and another’s path is not the monk’s way.”

After speaking, Peng Yingyu stood up and then bowed to the old Taoist, “We part today and fear that we shall not meet again. The Taoist bid you farewell.”

The old Taoist replied with a laugh, “To see such a junior as yourself today is really a stroke of good fortune for this old Taoist. Although you are unwilling to inherit my mantle, we have nevertheless enjoyed a good conversation. Ha-ha… So I wish you well on your own path and hope you can affirm your own way.”

Peng Yingyu brought his palms together, “Amitabha Buddha…”

After speaking, he picked up the red sandalwood box beside him, which contained the purpose of his trip—Enlightenment Pills.

One Enlightenment Pill could turn a fool into a king; the Southern Maitreya Sect, the Emperor Hall of the Xu Family!

…

Peng Yingyu disappeared into the vastness, and at this moment, peace was again restored on the third floor. The old Taoist sat cross-legged on a cushion, eyes closed, when he heard the sound of footsteps on the wooden stairs.

Tap, tap, tap…

Chen Jie climbed the stairs, making his way up.

He counted the steps beneath his feet and there were as many as ninety-nine; such long stairs, how tall is this Dan Room, with its ninety-nine flights of stairs?

Thinking thus, he took the hundredth step.

As the hundredth step was taken, everything in front of him returned to calm, followed by the appearance of a modestly sized space, filled with the aroma of herbs.

And not far away there was a grape arbor.

Below sat an old Taoist, sitting cross-legged with a fragrant case in front of him, with a censer emitting an aromatic scent as well as two tea bowls.

The two tea bowls were placed facing each other.

And on this side of the tea table was an empty cushion.

Chen Jie knitted his brows slightly, had someone just been here?

If not, why would there be two tea bowls?

Chen Jie pondered, yet he did not lack manners, bowing to the old Taoist and saying, “The junior, Mianshui Chen Jiusi, greets the senior.”

Hearing this, the old Taoist lifted his head and glanced at Chen Jiusi, “Come closer, sit.”

Chen Jie, hearing this, walked over and, mimicking the old Taoist, sat cross-legged on the cushion.

The old Taoist lifted his hand and the half-cup of tea in front of Chen Jie vanished, and immediately after, a new tea bowl appeared.

The old Taoist pointed in the air and tea appeared in the tea bowl.

Chen Jie was stunned by the old Taoist’s method.

This ability to create something out of nothing had surpassed Chen Jie’s understanding, knowing that even the greatly revered Martial Arts of this world, could not turn emptiness into matter.

The principles of Martial Arts broadly followed basic logic and were not the magic of Immortals, which could manifest objects out of thin air.

But this move by the old Taoist neared the realm of the Immortal Law, if not Immortal Law, then it was a trick.

Thus, Chen Jie was quite shocked by the old Taoist’s methods, though his face did not show it, instead, he looked attentively at the tea bowl in front of him.

Seeing Chen Jie’s composure, the old Taoist said with a chuckle, “He-he, you indeed are as the monk said, a composed person.”

“Monk?”

Chen Jie was startled and looked at the old Taoist with a puzzled expression.

The old Taoist laughed and said, “He-he, you should know him, his surname is Peng.”

Chen Jie suddenly understood and said, “It must be Brother Peng, I know him. Senior, where is my comrade?”

The old Taoist responded, “He won an Enlightenment Pill from me and left.”

Chen Jie said, “Oh.”

The old Taoist continued, “You’re Chen Jiusi, correct?”

Chen Jie bowed with hands clasped and said, “That’s right, this younger generation is Chen Jiusi.”

“How did you come by my Chang Chun Valley’s treasured Chang Chun Skill?”

Chen Jie, hearing this, was taken aback and said, “Junior has gathered it bit by bit.”

The old Taoist asked, “Gathered?”

Chen Jie answered, “Indeed, junior collected a total of six Martial Arts, and finally integrated them all, forming what junior now practices as the Chang Chun Skill.”

“Six Martial Arts, which six?”

The old Taoist looked at Chen Jie and asked. Chen Jie said, “They are the Yang Chun Skill, Water Manipulation Palm, the second of the Thirteen Breaking Tribulation Strokes, along with Thunderbolt Step, Sky Blossoms Rain Money, and the Dividing Water Swordsmanship obtained from General Clam’s body within this treasure trove.”

The old Taoist fell silent, not having anticipated that someone in the world could gather these six Cultivation Techniques. However, the Yang Chun Skill?

“Chen Jiusi, Water Manipulation Palm, Thirteen Breaking Tribulation Strokes, Thunderbolt Step, Sky Blossoms Rain Money, Dividing Water Swordsmanship, these techniques I believe you could have collected from Jianghu, but this Yang Chun Skill?”

“You couldn’t possibly have collected it from Jianghu.”

Chen Jie was shocked, looking at the old Taoist and asked, “What does senior mean?”

“The Yang Chun Skill is the foundational Cultivation Technique passed down through the Chang Chun Valley, only disciples directly taught by Chang Chun Valley can learn this skill. When my Chang Chun Valley faced a calamity that nearly wiped us out, only my young disciple who was home for a visit managed to escape unharmed.”

“And my young disciple has always been respectful; if not for someone from my Chang Chun Valley, he absolutely would not pass down this Internal Cultivation Method of the Yang Chun Skill. So, where exactly did you learn this mental method?”

Chen Jie was momentarily stunned, then spoke, “Without concealing from senior, it was taught by my grandfather.”