Chapter 697 - 427: Seventh Lifetime! Warlord Leader! Excavating the Great Tomb! (Part 3)

Chapter 697: Chapter 427: Seventh Lifetime! Warlord Leader! Excavating the Great Tomb! (Part 3)

However, their plans are destined to fail.

This isn’t a matter of whether he is willing to teach; it’s a matter of natural aptitude, something human effort cannot alter.

Practicing Tao Skill emphasizes a clear state of mind, best started from childhood.

A child’s mind is pure, desires are minimal, thus able to draw energy into the body and sense the mysteries of heaven and earth.

Adults, however, are already steeped in the mundane world, entangled in emotions and desires, with thoughts running wild, like a broken pot full of holes. How can they carry on the true teachings of Tao Skill that demand focus and tranquility?

"Knowing that something is impossible yet insisting on doing it is foolish," the old Taoist sighed inwardly. He understood this truth, but would never point it out.

A scholar meeting a soldier, reasoning becomes unclear.

If he were to foolishly reason with this warlord holding power of life and death and discuss qualifications, it would be like playing music to a cow; one misstep could invite disaster.

In an instant, the old Taoist’s face broke into a look of humility and even fear, slightly hunching his already thin frame, he rasped.

"Great Commander, please understand... Our Fuyuan Temple is just a small country shrine with sparse incense and minor legacy, where... where is there any true mastery hidden away?

These are only minor tricks to fool villagers and ward off night owls, hardly worth the Great Commander’s glance, I’m afraid... even showing off would seem crude."

...

Lu Xuan had no patience for the old Taoist’s ramblings; his right hand moved like lightning—"click," the bolt-action handgun was suddenly in his grip.

Yet, the dark barrel was not aimed at the old Taoist, but abruptly pressed against the temple of the youngest Taoist beside him!

The young Taoist trembled violently, his face turning ashen like paper, his entire body stiffening in place, even his breathing halted.

"Senior Brother! Great Commander! Great Commander, please calm down! This must not be, must not be!"

The old Taoist’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, his soul filled with terror, he screamed inwardly: This damned warlord, he’s completely irrational!

Drawing a gun at the slightest disagreement, and pointing it at his junior brother? Who can withstand this!

"We have it! We have it! Great Commander, please calm your anger; the legacy of our Fuyuan Temple is on me! Please accept it and spare us!"

The old Taoist dared not hesitate or refuse for even a moment more, seeing the gun barrel tightly pressed against his junior brother’s temple, he was scared out of his wits, fearing that if he moved even a little slowly, his junior brother would end up with his blood splattering five steps, meeting the great ancestor first.

Finally, the old Taoist clumsily rummaged within his robe, trembling as he pulled out an item carefully wrapped in oilcloth.

Unwrapping the oilcloth, inside was an ancient manuscript, yellowed and tattered at the edges, shockingly thin; in hand, it felt as if there were merely a few pages, exuding a sense of impoverishment and the passage of time.

"But... but, Great Commander, it is a fragment." The old Taoist offered it with both hands, also not forgetting to add, trying to lower the other’s expectations.

"Back then, the great ancestor, for reasons unknown, only passed down this portion of the Magic Skill. The core techniques have long been lost, its power limited, I’m afraid... I’m afraid it won’t meet the Great Commander’s eye."

Lu Xuan sneered, completely dismissive of the old Taoist’s words, unceremoniously snatching the manuscript.

Fragment? To him, as long as there was a single page of authentic content, with the system panel in his mind, deducing and completing the subsequent Cultivation Technique formulas was merely a trivial task.

The book felt somewhat heavy in hand, Lu Xuan looked down, and on the cover were five large ancient seal characters written in vermilion, forceful yet slightly dim, exuding a hot and masculine aura.

"The True Scripture of Yang Flame Symbol Fire"!