Jin Chixiao was stupefied at first, but then he was enraged. All the blood in his body surged and he almost cursed out loud. When had he ever been looked down upon like this?
Even if he didn't know the immemorial divine language, he shouldn't have been scolded like this. But he didn't dare to act out. His little life was in the hands of Ye Fan, so he didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
"You have the blood of the immemorial kings flowing in your body, as their descendant, you haven't even learned those words?" Ye Fan was rather dissatisfied.
"After marrying with humans, we have almost become half humans. The immemorial blood is getting thinner and the imprint of the ancestral kings has already faded away." Jin Chixiao explained.
He felt very uncomfortable. The grand Golden King's descendant was actually called illiterate. There was nothing more comical and terrible than this. He really wanted to swallow this enemy whole.
Ye Fan was very disappointed and didn't have a good expression. He had finally caught an ancient lifeform and wanted him to translate the immortal tear green-golden book, but he didn't even know a single word.
"Where is the Nine Heaven Falling Bell King?"
"It was sent to Northern Plains."
"Nonsense, quickly hand it over!" Ye Fan glared.
Jin Chixiao was alarmed and cautiously explained: "The Blue Falling Bell is the weapon of an unrivaled king, but it has been defiled. I had people send it back to the clan to be cleaned …"
"The Golden Clan has the Great Earth Divine Milk?" Ye Fan was astonished.
"We have some, it should be able to let the treasure regain its former glory." Jin Chixiao cautiously replied.
"When will they send it over?" Ye Fan pondered. With the Great Earth Divine Milk, he would definitely be able to clean the Blue Falling Bell.
"I also don't know …"
"Then what use do I have you?" Ye Fan cursed his bad luck. He had encountered an ancient lifeform that didn't know the immemorial language, and even the Bell King had been sent away. The more he looked at him, the more irksome he felt.
"As long as you spare my life, I am willing to pay any price." Jin Chixiao begged. He could sense the other party's killing intent.
"You still want to live after trying to kill me three times?" Ye Fan didn't want to say anything else. He shook the golden spear and turned Jin Chixiao into meat paste, destroying both his body and soul.
"No …"
In the distance, the three supreme elders rushed over. When they saw this scene, they were terrified. This was their young master, but he died just like that. It was hard to explain.
Ye Fan left without looking back, only leaving behind a faint afterimage that disappeared into the boundless horizon.
"Life is like a dream, how long can it last? Life becomes even more difficult. No one can compete with me in the Art of Immortality, singing in the mountains in the spring … "
The forest was lush, and thin vines coiled around the old trees. The bluestone path led to the depths of the mountain step by step. There was a woodcutter singing at the top of his voice, creating quite an artistic mood.
Ye Fan had come from the west. He had chosen this mountain range, which was more than a thousand miles away from Xiba City. He wanted to cultivate here and break through to the Fourth Transformation of the Dragon Realm.
This place couldn't be said to be very beautiful, but it could be said that mountains and rivers were interdependent. There were lakes at the foot of the mountain, and there was a dilapidated Taoist temple in the middle of the mountain. It wasn't a fairyland, but there was a sense of returning to simplicity.
From afar, Ye Fan saw the woodcutter walking down the bluestone path from the mountain. He was carrying a bundle of firewood on his back. His body was sturdy and his face was covered with a beard.
"Big brother, I heard you sing loudly. Could you be a cultivator?"
"Little brother, you have misunderstood me. I am just a commoner, how can I be a cultivator? I just heard an old Taoist sing and remembered it."
Ye Fan was shocked and asked, "I wonder where that expert is?"
"There is a Taoist temple in the mountain. There used to be an old Taoist, but it has been deserted in recent years. That old Taoist is too old, so it has been a few years since he died."
Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat. He bade farewell to the woodcutter and walked along the bluestone path into the mountain. After passing through nine mountains, he finally saw a dilapidated Taoist temple that was situated on a short mountain.
On that short mountain, there were no green bamboos, nor were there any spiritual herbs. It was simple. There was a small patch of vegetable field, but it was barren and overgrown with weeds.
"Dharma, dharma, dharma essence cannot be, emptiness, emptiness is not emptiness. Silence and silence are the same. There is no dream in a dream. Useful in a use, useless in a use. Useless in a use. If it is ripe, it will naturally turn red. How does Mo Wen cultivate … "
Two hunters walked out from the mountain. They were wearing animal skin clothes and walked with strength. They carried a wild deer on their backs and were not sweating at all. Their physiques were strong.
"These two big brothers, what are you chanting?" Ye Fan went forward to ask.
"The one you are talking about. I often heard an old Taoist sing and I unknowingly remembered it. Every time I come back from hunting and pass by this place, I can't help but sing when I think of him," one of the hunters answered.
This was an expert. Ye Fan could already confirm that the old Taoist on that short mountain was not simple. He was definitely not an ordinary person.
"What a pity, he is too old. He has been dead for two to three years," the other said.
Ye Fan asked a few more questions and found out that the old Taoist had taught them some breathing techniques. They were very simple, but they could strengthen the muscles and bones. They were most suitable for ordinary people.
"Little brother, are you looking for celestial Taoism? What a pity that you are late …"
Obviously, the two hunters had a good impression of the old Taoist. They stopped and said a few more words.
The old Taoist was very old. Even their grandfather said that he remembered the old Taoist's existence when he was very young. No one knew how many years he had lived alone on the mountain.
"Thank you, big brothers." Ye Fan left. This time, he followed the mountain path and finally climbed the short mountain.
It was a small Taoist temple. It was dilapidated and low, like a thatched hut. It had been abandoned for many years. No one came in or out. It was cold and quiet.
In front of the small Taoist temple, there was an old pine tree. The trunk was hollow and many people would need to wrap their arms around it. The branches were strong, but the leaves were sparse. The old tree was dying.
There was no herb field, only a row of vegetable fields. However, it was overgrown. There was also a rack of grapes. On the dry vine, there were two to three bunches of purple grapes.
"This Taoist temple and ancient tree have existed for at least four thousand years …" Ye Fan was shocked. He felt an ancient aura.
Was this Taoist temple built by the old Taoist himself? Did he plant the ancient tree himself? If that was the case, he was definitely an expert who could frighten people to death.
Ye Fan entered the dilapidated Taoist temple and searched carefully, hoping to find some clues. However, there was a thick layer of dust inside. There were no ancient books or stone carvings at all.
It was very ordinary, no different from an ordinary Taoist temple. There was a broken praying mat, a few tattered Taoist robes, and a horsetail whisk that had been chewed up by insects. There was nothing out of the ordinary.
Ye Fan walked out and walked to the back of the Taoist temple. There was a small grave there. There was no tombstone or inscription, only a simple yellow bag.
"This is his grave. He died without leaving a word. I don't know who he was. Even his cultivation method was not passed down …"
He stood in front of the yellow grave and activated his Divine Eyes of Origin. He stared at the ground and wanted to see the skeleton. He wanted to see what realm the person was at.
"Huh …" He was shocked. It was an empty grave without any bones.
"No, there's a tattered Taoist robe, a hairpin, and shoes and socks …" His heart moved. Could this be a cenotaph?
"Transforming into the Dao!" He was greatly shocked. In the end, he confirmed that there should be a corpse, but it had dissolved itself before dying. This was definitely an expert.
Generally speaking, only peerless kings and above could transform into the Dao. They could dissolve themselves into the world. This was true Transforming into the Dao and not destroying their own bodies.
"As expected, there are tigers and leopards crouching in the mountains and qilins hiding in the fields. In such a small place, there was actually an old king, or even a saint who passed away!"
Ye Fan was extremely shocked. This person's name was not passed down. No one knew about him. He had died silently just like that.
"It's not that there are no experts in this world. It's just that no one knows about them. There is a peerless expert here, probably no weaker than the peerless Divine King Jiang Taixu. He might even … be a saint."
However, this person had died just like that. He did not leave anything behind. Even his name was unknown.
Ye Fan searched the place carefully. He used his divine sense to search the praying mat, horsetail whisk, and Taoist robes, but there was not a single treasure.
"It's too thorough. He really did not leave anything for the later generations. For such an unimaginable existence to have his legacy severed, it is truly an inestimable loss."
Ye Fan settled down here. This place was very quiet, suitable for him to meditate and comprehend the Dao. No one would disturb him.
The short mountain and broken temple had an indescribable Dao presence. It was very suitable for meditation, and it gave off a feeling of returning to one's natural state.
"That's right. How could his place of seclusion be ordinary land? Moreover, he transformed into the Dao here. In the future, this place will definitely become a divine place for cultivation."
Ye Fan obtained the dragon marrow, but it did not mean that he could enter the Fourth Transformation just by eating it. He still had to comprehend the Dao himself.
There were fragments of the laws of the great dao in the dragon marrow, which could help, but it was not the foundation of breaking through. The most important factor was the cultivator's own heart.
Late at night, all was silent and the stars twinkled. Ye Fan sat cross-legged in front of the temple with his palms facing the sky. A huge dragon rose from his back. In the end, it took on a form and danced around him.
"I occasionally come to the pine tree and sleep on a rock. There is no calendar day in the mountains, and I don't know the year … "
Suddenly, a soft voice startled Ye Fan, and he opened his eyes.
At this moment, a dark cloud floated past, blocking the stars and moon in the sky. The land was covered in darkness, and the mountains were even darker.
In front of the temple, in front of the ancient tree that many people could not even wrap their arms around, a person appeared out of thin air. He was the one who had spoken.
Ye Fan's heart trembled. Who was this person? He could actually avoid his spiritual perception and directly appear at such a close distance. It was too frightening.
He activated his divine perception and carefully observed. In an instant, his hair stood on end. An ancient Daoist robe fluttered, and a short and skinny old Daoist appeared under the withered tree.
He was very familiar with that old Daoist robe. It was exactly the same as the one in the temple, and it was no different from the one under the yellow grave.
A chill ran down Ye Fan's spine. He looked at the old Daoist's hair. A broken wooden hairpin was also very familiar, and it was no different from the one in the grave.
"What the hell!"
Ye Fan suddenly stood up and took many steps back. How could a person who had already transformed into the Dao appear?
"How many times has the human world changed into mulberry fields? Although the mulberry fields have changed into paintings, who can become immortal with paintings …"
The skinny old Daoist muttered to himself as he walked under the ancient tree. He seemed to have become one with the darkness of the night.
"You …" Ye Fan took a step back.
A cool breeze blew past, and the fresh smell of plants came. The dark cloud in the sky floated away, and the cool breeze in front of the temple was still there. However, the old Daoist had disappeared without a trace.
Ye Fan's scalp went numb. His eyes did not move at all, and he stared straight ahead. However, that old Daoist seemed to have evaporated and disappeared without a trace.
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