Chapter 42 - 29: A Greater Harvest, Daoist Huang He

Chapter 42: Chapter 29: A Greater Harvest, Daoist Huang He

"What’s the deal with the Armor-Horse Skill? Is this a Magic I can’t cast myself?!"

No matter how much Yang grumbled in his heart, he didn’t dare to actually voice it out loud. He could only swallow his frustration and bow in thanks.

Li Yinsheng raised his hand and pointed. Yang suddenly felt his body become so light that it seemed weightless.

"HISS..."

"I definitely can’t cast this kind of Armor-Horse Skill," Yang thought.

"This Magic only has a three-hour time limit. You should hurry, my young friend," Li Yinsheng said.

Yang bowed again, then turned and tried to jog a few steps. His entire body shot forward like an arrow released from a bowstring, slamming hard into the distant courtyard wall.

"PFFT... HAHAHAHAHA!" Mu Xiaoyu burst into loud laughter.

Ignoring the pain, Yang leaped directly over the wall and dashed all the way toward the Yellow Crane Temple.

Li Yinsheng raised his hand, gathering the Talisman Crane resting in the clearing into his palm. Feeling the extraordinary materials used for this creation, as well as the complex Restrictions and Talismans contained within, his gaze toward the cultivator surnamed Huang softened into something more amicable.

"Fellow Daoist, this item seems quite complex. If you have some free time right now, perhaps you could re-enter the hall. We can have a good chat about this Talisman Crane."

The cultivator surnamed Huang secretly gritted his teeth but complied anyway. "...As you command."

Li Yinsheng turned and walked toward the interior of the hall. The cultivator surnamed Huang followed closely behind, glaring at the White-faced Cultivator. "You come too, and pour tea for our senior and me!"

The White-faced Cultivator grimaced and followed behind his master.

"Right, take off your Daoist Robe and give it to me."

"..."

Watching Li Yinsheng lead those two back into the hall, Mu Xiaoyu’s eyes darted around. The doors to the main hall weren’t closed this time, but the main hall of Xuanzhen Temple was massive; after the three entered, Mu Xiaoyu’s angle prevented her from seeing them, and they couldn’t see outside either. So, she tiptoed toward the shade of a tree in the corner.

Mu Xiaoyu muttered to herself in a voice only she could hear, "I’ve been worrying about Yang all day, constantly on pins and needles, and I barely have any energy left. Plus, I have this Quenching Essence Lock hanging on me. It’s incredibly heavy. Since Yinsheng is inside the hall, taking a tiny break shouldn’t hurt, right...?"

"Xiaoyu," Li Yinsheng’s voice echoed from within the main hall. "If you slack off, I’ll eat your snacks for today myself."

Mu Xiaoyu opened her mouth wide and blinked. Then, she dejectedly walked back to her original spot and resumed her practice.

Inside the main hall.

Li Yinsheng and the cultivator surnamed Huang sat opposite each other across a long desk. The cultivator surnamed Huang had already put on the Daoist Robe. His apprentice, left only in his undergarments, stood to the side pouring tea for Li Yinsheng and his master. He actually had a change of clothes in his Qiankun Bag, but the bag was currently in Li Yinsheng’s hands, and he simply didn’t dare to ask for it back.

Above the long desk, the Talisman Crane, which had shrunk to a wingspan of only three inches, hovered quietly.

Sitting opposite Li Yinsheng, the cultivator surnamed Huang continuously recited the Technique for controlling the Talisman Crane, occasionally demonstrating it himself. A moment later, Li Yinsheng flicked the five fingers of his left hand, and the quietly hovering Talisman Crane suddenly became as agile as if it had a life of its own. First, it spiraled around Li Yinsheng from bottom to top, then flew straight toward the roof of the main hall. It nimbly wove between the rafters and crossbeams, looking more like a small swallow.

The cultivator surnamed Huang maintained a respectful expression, but his heart was filled with shock.

Although these Yellow Talisman Paper Cranes were quite useful, they were, after all, forged through a Secret Technique. The Technique to control them was incredibly complex, and if one’s Cultivation Technique was not from the Yellow Crane Temple’s lineage, manipulating them would be thirty percent harder. The person in front of him had only listened to it once, yet he could manipulate the Talisman Crane so naturally. In terms of comprehension and natural talent, he had truly never seen anyone like this in his life.

However, he quickly realized that his thoughts were a bit laughable. Let alone this person’s talent being the greatest he had ever seen in his life—his Cultivation was equally unprecedented. He reckoned that the young cultivator in front of him was not far from becoming a Daoist.

When he thought of this, he found it somewhat absurd himself. Although the age of some cultivators couldn’t be judged by their appearance due to the nature of their Cultivation Technique or their practice of certain Secret Techniques, the Yellow Crane Temple was very clear about Li Yinsheng. They knew exactly how long this sole heir of the neighboring Daoist Temple had been a Beginner and how many years he had cultivated.

He was only twenty-three years old, and his cultivation time definitely did not exceed fourteen years! Even the White Rainbow Daoist of Xuanzhen Temple—who had once been famous across the Dharma Vein but whose Cultivation was now completely ruined—surely didn’t possess such heaven-defying talent in his youth!

"If this young man had participated in the Lesser Yang Dao Examination three years ago..." the cultivator surnamed Huang couldn’t help but think as he looked at Li Yinsheng.

"Forget about whether he could achieve an A Class; he would have absolutely taken first place!

"Although disciples of the Dharma Vein are far superior to those of a Daoist Temple, you absolutely wouldn’t find anyone under the age of twenty with such abnormal Cultivation and talent.

"Not to mention, the path this person cultivates is the way of the Body Cultivator, universally acknowledged for its formidable combat power but notoriously slow progression!"

When he first followed Li Yinsheng into the main hall, he had secretly activated the protective effects of his Silver Threaded Magical Robe and grasped the Magical Artifact he carried on him. He exercised such caution precisely to prevent this young man from disregarding martial honor and launching a ruthless sneak attack, ensuring he wouldn’t suffer a fatal misstep.

In the end, this young man seemed to have a little too much martial honor. Without any flashy moves whatsoever, he just clenched his fists and marched menacingly toward him. Then, with just three punches, he smashed through the protective silver light of the Silver Threaded Magical Robe.

He had no time to counterattack at all. He could only force himself to activate his Magical Artifact to block a few more punches. As a result, even the Magical Artifact was rattled, failing to operate in time. Subsequently, several punches slammed into his body.

Fortunately, his Cultivation was profound, and his Cultivation Technique also had protective properties. Coupled with the fact that Li Yinsheng didn’t have any killing intent, he survived. Otherwise, those few punches would have claimed his old life.

"That damn wicked disciple! How could he forget to mention such a crucial piece of intel—that this person is a Body Cultivator with overwhelming combat power?!"