The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1196: Ancient Cliff Carvings

Chapter 1196: Chapter 1196: Ancient Cliff Carvings

Long Fei’s eyes blazed like torches, contemplating the direction in which the three figures in the sky had fled.

He no longer had the strength to pursue them; his battle against Mu Yuanchu in the Mystic Yellow Pagoda had already exhausted a great deal of his spiritual power.

How could mere mortals withstand an Immortal’s Magical Treasure?

He didn’t attempt to forcibly contend with this magical treasure but used his spiritual power to communicate with the laws within, finding a loophole in the Mystic Yellow Pagoda, which completely drained his spiritual power.

As for Chu Feng and Lin Yingying, there’s no need to mention them; the two had faced five thousand disciples and were now completely exhausted.

The three sat together, immediately meditating on the spot after taking healing pills, to avoid any further accidents.

Penglai Island had fallen, and they rested there for a day.

The following day, as daylight broke, they roamed the island, hoping to encounter some fortuitous opportunities.

Jin Yang once mentioned that the legendary poet Li Bai had left his ink treasures here.

Long Fei and the others went around to the back of the mountain and indeed discovered a cliff face covered with inscriptions.

The stone cliff was as if cut by a knife, smooth as a mirror’s surface.

From top to bottom, from left to right, all were ink treasures left by the sages of the past.

During the height of Penglai Island’s power, they sent disciples to the mainland to invite members of the Daoist Sect to the island for meditation and understanding of the Dao.

Tens of thousands of years have since passed.

On this stone wall, the sages left the essence of various sects’ techniques, and some even diligently inscribed their moves.

This was not your ordinary secret manual but each person’s insights and understandings.

Some related to pure martial techniques, others to the understanding of the great Dao, and some were simply light-hearted poetry.

After searching for a long while, Long Fei finally found Li Bai’s writing in the middle.

This poem turned out to be the famous "Ode To Gallantry" from later generations!

With a swift and nimble guest tying back his Hu-hair tassels, his Wuu Hook gleaming frosty and snow-bright;

The silver saddle glistens upon a white horse, dashing along as rapid as a falling star.

Ten steps to slay a man, a thousand miles without a trace.

After the deed, brush off and you’re gone, deeply concealing fame along with self.

He casually strolls past the banquet at Xinling, and lays his sword across his knees unhurried;

Feasting Zhu Hai on grilled meat, grasping a cup to persuade the Duke of Ying.

After three cups, he utters forthright promises; considers the Five Sacred Mountains as light as a feather.

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Long Fei once thought that while reading this poem, Li Bai employed an exaggerated style.

But now, it doesn’t seem the slightest bit exaggerated.

Dashing like a meteor, slaying a man within ten steps, regarding the Five Sacred Mountains as light—none of this is a problem in the Cultivation World.

Crucially, this poem on the cliff stands more than fifty meters tall.

With no means of climbing in the vicinity, and the daunting height of three to four hundred meters, it would be impossible for a commoner to descend from above.

Even a martial arts expert employing the Ladder Cloud Vertical technique would find it useless on this cliff face.

Only by Gathering Qi to Form Ladder and striding upon the void could one ascend.

Behind this poem, there was also Li Bai’s ink seal stamp.

Imprinted three inches deep into the stone with Inner Strength, such skill would not be there without a profound base.

Chu Feng looked up excitedly and said, "Should we take a rubbing of it? This is the authentic ink treasure of the great poet Li Bai! If it were to get out, it would definitely cause a sensation in the worlds of cultural relics and calligraphy."

Long Fei responded with a smile, "We could, though I’m afraid people outside might not believe it."

"Who cares, let’s take a rubbing first and talk later."

Chu Feng took out a piece of rice paper, applied ink to it, stepped into the void, and pressed it against Li Bai’s poem.

The poem carved by Sword Qi was rectangular in shape, about two meters tall and around one meter wide.

As soon as Chu Feng affixed the xuan paper, pfft, pfft, pfft, a series of tremors occurred, and the ink paper was actually torn to shreds by the residual force in the calligraphy.

Chu Feng quickly retreated, narrowly avoiding injury from the sharp sword qi.

He fell from the sky, looking at Long Fei with astonishment and exclaimed, "My heavens, what is this situation?"

Long Fei frowned and said, "To enter the path with a sword, to nurture characters with qi. Infusing spiritual power into the script, which has lasted a thousand years - how powerful must the sword intent be to achieve this?"

Lin Yingying exclaimed in surprise, "Was Li Bai really a cultivator?"

Long Fei shrugged his shoulders and said, "Possibly, he was known as the Sword Immortal, and that title wasn’t given for no reason."

Chu Feng expressed his yearning, "When will I be able to meet him in person and have him write a poem for me? That would really bring honor to my Chu Family."

Long Fei smiled and then had the two of them go and meditate against the wall.

It would be a waste not to contemplate and understand all these things left behind by the predecessors.

He also started from the beginning, understanding that the lowest level of the cultivation techniques wasn’t very advanced; many were left by ancient martial arts grandmasters, not even amounting to the Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators.

At first glance, Long Fei saw the Eight Trigrams Palm, Form and Intention Fist, Baji Fist, and Tai Chi, as well as Hong Fist and other fist techniques.

These were all grandmaster-level individuals, real ancient grandmasters, much higher in realm than the current grandmasters.

The incomplete understanding Long Fei originally had about the Eight Trigrams Fist was inspired here, and all the missing parts were filled in.

He began to practice and comprehend from the first row, advancing towards the insights of the higher-up predecessors.

The higher the position of the carvings, naturally, the stronger the mana and cultivation level of the person.

While discussing insights into staff technique, Long Fei demonstrated with a staff.

In the section on swordsmanship insights, Long Fei demonstrated with a sword.

When reaching an exciting point of enlightenment, he and Chu Feng would exchange a few moves, shaking the mountains and rivers with their actions.

Lin Yingying didn’t like cultivation; she rarely practiced and never spent all day facing a stone wall.

She treated it like a vacation, finding a sandy beach on Penglai Island to bask in the sun and soaking in hot springs when she returned.

There were only the three of them on the island, so she wasn’t afraid of others coming around.

Time flew by, and after more than a month, Long Fei and Chu Feng shared their insights in front of the stone cliff and unleashed their strongest techniques with a palm strike.

With a loud bang, the palm winds thundered.

The vast stone cliff was directly shattered by their power.

The characters carved above all contained their own sword intent and intent rooted in spiritual power—explosive packages condensed from spiritual strength.

By acting as they did, the two undoubtedly ignited these explosive packages.

The mountains burst apart from the center; boom, boom, boom, a series of muffled blasts followed, reducing everything to rubble that exploded wildly, scattering in all directions and taking a good while before finally settling down.

Lin Yingying was soaking in the hot spring when she witnessed this spectacle and quickly wrapped herself in the Ice Silkworm Skirt, suitable for cultivation, to take a look.

As a result, she found Long Fei and Chu Feng standing unharmed on the ruins, still grinning and behaving smugly.

Lin Yingying called out in frustration, "You two still have the face to laugh, that stone mountain was a rare treasure, and you’ve destroyed it just like that."

Chu Feng laughed and said, "Director Lin, you knew this was a treasure, but I’ve never seen you cherish it. Who else would spend their days soaking in hot springs and sunbathing at the beach?"

Lin Yingying pouted and said, "I didn’t want to compete with you for resources. I was waiting for you to finish your cultivation before I started. Good lord, I hadn’t even had the chance to look, and you’ve already destroyed the place."

Long Fei laughed and said, "Let’s go, the opportunities here are now in our hearts, no need to leave them in the Human Realm any longer."

Magical laws should not be taught to the unenlightened; now that Penglai Island is destroyed, keeping these items is not going to be good for the Human Race.

It wouldn’t be a good thing for the Human Race if creatures like monkeys, cranes, snakes, and other spiritually aware demonic beasts came here to gain enlightenment.

Lin Yingying, curious, asked Long Fei, "Are we going back to Binhai City?"

Long Fei chuckled, "Why go back when we still have to visit Fangzhang Island and Yingzhou Island?"

Chu Feng furrowed his brows and said, "We don’t seem to know the way, right?"

Long Fei smiled and took out a magical treasure from his Storage Ring—it was the Mountains and Rivers Map.

There were two people inside, as if they were a part of the painting.

But inside, they could move around; from the outside, it seemed like a mere speck of ink, yet inside it contained vast landscapes.