Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

In the world of Sword Tomb Dao Fruit.

Chen Huangpi was fast asleep, occasionally grinding his teeth and making a crunching sound.

Sometimes he would even chuckle.

It felt like a beautiful dream.

"It's been half a day, why hasn't the master woken up yet?"

The ghost was extremely anxious and longed to enter Chen Huangpi's memory like a brass oil lamp, so as to save him from this torment.

But it also knows.

This Sword Tomb Dao Fruit World is very dangerous.

If it goes in too, then there will truly be no one to take care of Chen Huangpi's body.

As for the Golden Horn and Silver Horn...

The vengeful ghost glanced resentfully at the Golden Horn and Silver Horn brothers sleeping like dead pigs beside it.

These two things were scared out of their wits from the start.

He slept even more soundly than a dried tangerine peel.

Silver Horn, in particular, opened its mouth wide and gnawed at Golden Horn's head, muttering in its sleep as it gnawed, "Big brother, you smell so good! There's more meat than before. If we eat sparingly, it can last for two years."

It once ate the flesh of the Golden Horn.

However, back then, Golden Horn was so hungry that he was just skin and bones, which was certainly not as plump as he is now.

And just then.

There was a rustling sound.

The ghost shuddered, staring in utter horror at the figure wearing a straw hat who suddenly sat up.

The old madman swayed unsteadily.

He felt as if he had been in a dream, dreaming of many, many things.

She also dreamed of her son, Yi Qingzhou.

The child's current state is extremely strange; he has transformed into a butterfly and is fluttering inside a black coffin. Inside the coffin is a broken world, and power is constantly nourishing him.

In this dream, the old madman met Yi Qingzhou.

He felt guilty, never expecting to meet his son in this way.

But the son was more carefree than the father.

"Father, take good care of Mother. Once the upheaval in the world is over, I will come back to see you. However, this time I may have to go before you. That day will not be far away."

Yi Qingzhou's state has reached a level close to that of the Dao.

However, the changes in the world have not yet ended, and he has not yet been able to realize his full potential.

The old madman was both gratified and filled with emotion.

Which parent doesn't want their child to have a better life, go further, and be more outstanding than themselves?

But the old madman also knew.

Yi Qingzhou must have suffered a lot over the years.

Although the son didn't say anything, the old madman knew everything perfectly well.

After all, he did see the events of that year in Chen Huangpi's memories: his son was killed by Chen Daoxing and nailed with the Taixu Divine Nail, suffering torment day and night in the Burial God Tomb.

Unfortunately, even her own son felt regret and guilt.

Fortunately, his wife had entrusted their child to his fellow disciples, which gave him a way out and a glimmer of hope.

Otherwise, if they stayed in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty...

With her child's talent, she's probably already been targeted.

Thinking about this, the old madman felt a mix of emotions.

He glanced at the ghost of death: "Boy from the Ninth King of Hell, you don't need to be so afraid of me. This matter is over, and I will apologize to you for the previous misunderstanding."

After saying that, the old madman actually stood up unsteadily and bowed to the ghost of death in apology.

This terrified the vengeful spirit.

It couldn't figure out exactly what had happened.

But it seems that Elder Nie... has definitely returned to normal and is no longer restrained by the Taixu Divine Nail.

This one is truly close to the Dao.

The person actually apologized to himself.

The ghost, being sensible and polite, quickly stood up to stop him, saying, "Elder Nie, you're too kind. You mustn't, you really mustn't."

"Don't call me Old Man Nie."

The old madman shook his head and said, "The one surnamed Nie is long dead. Just call me the old madman."

"Yes, yes, yes, you old madman."

The vengeful spirit didn't dwell on the form of address and quickly asked, "Old madman, you're awake. Why is your master still asleep? Has something terrible happened?"

Not only was Chen Huangpi still fast asleep, but the old madman's condition was also not quite right.

He said he is now completely cured.

Half of its body was still shrouded in gray mist, while the other half appeared much more normal, unlike its previous madness.

"No big deal."

The old madman explained vaguely, "He's just learning the method to solve the Taixu Divine Nail. He'll wake up once he learns it."

Before Chen Huangpi entered Jingxian Temple and met the abbot.

The old madman always hangs out with the abbot.

When the two met, they naturally had endless topics to discuss.

He also didn't want to reveal some private matters.

“Brother Shidao, I see clearly how you treat my son. You have arranged a way out for him, but I do not have your ability. However, I will absolutely treat Huangpi as my own son.”

"On the day the cataclysmic change ends, I won't leave you to fend for yourself."

What will happen on the day the cataclysmic change ends?

The old madman, the Tai Sui cult leader, Emperor Chen, and the old charlatan who worships the spirit heaven are all perfectly clear about it.

Those old thieves will certainly not let go of the great opportunity to reverse the situation when the new heaven replaces the old and the Heavenly Dao Lord is at his weakest.

The old madman was a dead man who had been preordained long ago.

In fact, the task of inspecting the Xuanzhen Dao Realm was not originally his responsibility.

Inspections are essentially about preemptively eliminating those who are likely to cause trouble and are practically on the verge of ruin. As for whether there are any who can be won over, it's safe to say there aren't any.

Because those they could win over were already on their side.

However, the leader of the Tai Sui sect was tricked and died as a result of his collapse.

On his deathbed, he could only entrust this matter to the old madman.

Otherwise, the old madman would surely be hiding in some corner right now, silently polishing his sword, waiting for the final day to arrive so he can carve a bloody path with it.

But the weird thing is.

The old madman suddenly thought of something and said to the ghosts, "Logically speaking, even if I were caught in a strange event, I shouldn't be chasing after you to kill you. Did you encounter anything before?"

The reason he chased after Chen Huangpi was because the scabbard bore the scent of Yi Qingzhou.

The problem is that this scabbard is a rudimentary form of the Dao Fruit.

This wasn't the first time Chen Huangpi had been used.

That aura wouldn't normally dissipate. Back in the Tai Sui Sect in Jiuzhou, the old madman never detected it on Chen Huangpi, otherwise he would have been unable to sit still and would have gone straight to him.

It was only here that they suddenly hit the final hurdle.

This is really a bit strange.

The Soul Reaper shook his head and said, "If we're talking about what happened, there have been too many things along the way. I suppose it's because the Contract activated the sword sheath."

The old madman nodded, but half of his face was still furrowed with brows.

However, the old madman suddenly turned around as if sensing something, and his brows instantly relaxed.

……

In Namdoju.

The old madman put Chen Huangpi and several other items into the rolling gray mist of the Dao Fruit World.

The leader of the Tai Sui Cult silently withdrew his gaze.

Yes, he didn't leave.

It's not something you can just leave on a whim.

The reason why Chen Huangpi was run into by the old madman was also due to his secret instigation.

I promised to bring my arch-nemesis here.

The Tai Sui Cult Leader keeps his word. As for whether anything will happen, all I can say is that with him watching over things, nothing will go wrong.

If it really comes down to a critical moment...

The leader of the Tai Sui Cult had already charged forward with his sword.

After all, although the old madman looked incredibly powerful, he had actually suffered severe Dao injuries, and the Tai Sui Sect Leader had plenty of ways to kill him.

"Life is truly unpredictable, which makes people call it strange."

The Grand Duke of Tai Sui shook his head: "Although the two poles have been reversed, and the one who was honing his sword in the dark has become the real one, the result is the same in the end."

"I just don't know whether those Dao Lords who were swallowed by that outline are stronger or weaker than the Thief Lords of the Xuanzhen Dao Realm."

The Tai Sui Cult Leader walked towards the Tianhe Battlefield.

Beyond the Heavenly River battlefield lies the Immortal Realm.

He was calculating and pondering many things.

The old madman's swordsmanship was no less than his, and his power could be said to be at its peak, but he was still no match for the devoured Taixu Dao Master. However, since he was able to fight his way out, the opponent's power should not have exceeded his understanding.

"The Underworld Emperor should be able to handle one of them."

"And there's the Immortal Venerable. If the Immortal Venerable hadn't died, he would certainly be able to contend with him as well."

The Grand Duke of Tai Sui frowned: "My dual Dao Fruits are complete, so I should be able to deal with one. I don't know if the old madman can fully recover before that day comes, but even if he recovers, it won't be enough."

"There's also the charlatan who worships the spirit, but he's always talking nonsense. Can he and the old madman possibly defeat him?"

Calculating the combat strength on paper in this way is actually not equivalent.

However, the Tai Sui Sect Leader had never fought against him, so he really didn't know the opponent's specific strength. After all, that was a Dao Lord. Even if he had been devoured and eaten, he was still a Dao Lord.

As for Chen Daoxing, the Tai Sui Cult Leader didn't seem to care much.

Emperor Chen did not die.

Besides, there's also dried yellow peel.

The Grand Duke of Tai Sui could sense that the death energy within Chen Huangpi was extremely strong. However, yin gives rise to yang, and life is born from the reversal of death. When this true immortal, born of heaven and earth, descends into the world, he will definitely be a top-tier fighting force.

Chen Huangpi has not reached the level of Tao.

He had already reached the pinnacle of cultivation by cultivating to the level of a true immortal.

The next step is either the Dao Lord or the Heavenly Dao.

There's no such thing as a shortcut.

Arriving at the Tianhe battlefield.

The malevolent and bloodthirsty aura here is extremely strong.

The entire Tianhe battlefield was overflowing with spiritual energy, and immortals, wielding magical weapons, were locked in a desperate struggle, fighting one another.

The war between the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty and the Immortal Realm continues.

They've been fighting for over ten thousand years.

The leader of the Tai Sui Cult watched silently, showing no intention of intervening.

Or rather, he was unwilling to take action.

"The Milky Way has also changed."

The leader of the Tai Sui Sect stood in a secluded corner of the Milky Way, staring expressionlessly at the river.

in his eyes.

This Milky Way is now an evil entity.

Like a hideous monster made up of countless severed limbs.

This monster was enormous, but its body was covered with Taixu Divine Nails, and at the end of each nail hung a bronze oil lamp.

The Tai Sui Cult Leader's gaze searched among the bronze oil lamps.

But I searched for a long time.

The leader of the Tai Sui cult has given up again.

"Jimie, wait a little longer. That brat Huangpi will come to take you home."

"Silent Extinction" naturally refers to Elder Silent Extinction.

Back then, Elder Ji Mie and many True Immortals from the Tai Sui Sect went to the Heavenly River Battlefield to seek revenge against the cultivators of the Immortal Realm.

And that's where he met his end.

After the return of the Tai Sui Sect Leader, Chen Huangpi was very sad. He felt that the Grand Elder of the Silent Extinction Sect and those Tai Sui Sect True Immortals had died in the past without even making a ripple, and no one would even remember what they had done. It was really too painful.

However, the leader of the Tai Sui sect disagreed with this.

He only said one sentence, and that was enough for him to remember.

As the leader of the Tai Sui Cult.

How could he not wish to bring these people back to life?

In other words, Elder Jiemie and Master Tai Sui are not master and disciple; they are equals and have known each other for many years.

They are just different in their position within the church.

Those disciples were trained by the Grand Master of Tai Sui and the Elder of Nirvana.

The palms of the palms and the backs of the hands are all meat.

However, the Tai Sui Cult Leader understood that if he wanted the Jie Mie and the others to be planted in the Yellow Springs Yin Soil by Chen Huangpi like the Yin Yang Sword Master, waiting for their next life, it wouldn't be something he could just say offhand.

The Tai Sui Cult Leader is well aware of the true nature of brass oil lamps.

This lamp is extremely yin and evil, the first evil spirit in the world, but its oil is too precious to save so many people.

"If you're going to do it, do it thoroughly."

The Tai Sui Cult Leader withdrew his gaze and strolled across the Milky Way. He seemed to be saying to himself, or perhaps to Chen Huangpi, "Saving only one person is worse than not saving anyone at all."

"As the leader of the religion, one must teach without discrimination, and not be caught in a dilemma."

"Being a creature in that lung temple wouldn't be so bad."

"The lungs are associated with metal, and metal generates water. At least when you start practicing again in the future, the path of swordsmanship will be easier."

The Tai Sui Cult Leader was not the first cult leader.

The Tai Sui Sect was not one of the three major sects of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty. It was only after the emergence of a figure like him, who was unparalleled in both sword and formation, that it rose to fame and became increasingly prosperous.

By all accounts, the Tai Sui Cult Leader is the eighth generation leader.

By the time it came to Chen Huangpi, it was the ninth generation.

However, since the entire Tai Sui Sect was located within the Dao Fruit World of the eighth sect leader, it was a hardship for the ninth sect leader, who had to establish the sect all by himself.

After leaving the Tianhe battlefield.

Above that is the realm of immortals.

As the leader of the Tai Sui Sect stepped into the Immortal Realm, his face immediately darkened as he looked around.

The celestial realm has thirty-three heavens.

The Milky Way runs through these thirty-three heavens.

But now, all thirty-three heavens are shattered, and the cold moonlight howls constantly, coupled with the incredibly dense gray fog, as if it wants to destroy everything.

And the cultivators of the Immortal Realm.

They all eked out a living on those floating islands after the Thirty-Three Heavens shattered.

The spiritual energy here is even scarcer than in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

The Tai Sui Sect Master's eyes were filled with endless light and shadow. He was a being close to the Dao, and could see many things that had happened in this immortal realm.

A bright moon rose into the sky and crashed into the battlefield of the Milky Way.

The Immortal Venerable's chest was pierced, and even the Thirty-Three Heavens were shattered.

"Why is there no sign of an Immortal Venerable in this Immortal Realm?"

The Grand Duke Jupiter's expression turned somewhat grim: "And what about the bright moon? Why can we only see its movement, but not its trace?" The bright moon and the Immortal Venerable both seemed to be absent from the Immortal Realm.

This place only bears the marks of that past event.

……

And the other side.

In that southern province.

Chen Huangpi has been awake for some time now.

At this moment, he was making a strange hand seal with both hands, three black rings appeared behind his head, and a Taixu Divine Nail was nailed to the head of the brass oil lamp.

"Family member, are you even capable?!"

"I can't wait to eat this nail!"

"Huang Er, just hang in there a little longer, I'll be done soon!"

Beside him, the old madman lay half-reclined on the ground, holding a wine jug in his hand, taking sips here and there, while looking at Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp with a strange look.

"It's great to be young; you can wake up feeling like nothing happened."

The old madman touched his head. The Taixu Divine Nail was originally embedded in his Dao Sword, but after it was pulled out by Master Chen Huangpi, it ended up in Chen Huangpi's hands.

Chen Huangpi learned how to deal with the Taixu Divine Nail.

This is the first time it has been used.

The object of this attack was a brass oil lamp.

He recalled the scene when Chen Huangpi woke up, holding the Taixu Divine Nail in his hand, about to drive it into the head of the brass oil lamp.

Even now, he still feels somewhat speechless.

While it's true that this thing couldn't have been pinned to him and put him into this strange, mutated state if he hadn't been injured, it's not like playing house where you can play with it however you want for as long as you want.

"The Divine Nail of Taixu! I am Taiyi!!!"

Chen Huangpi made a hand seal, his face flushed red, and the three black rings behind his head suddenly swelled and expanded.

Just like ripples on a mirror, three figures of Chen Huangpi emerged.

This represents the past, present, and future.

These three Chen Huangpi were also performing hand seals to bless the deity.

"Take it!!!!!"

Chen Huangpi roared.

His hair instantly turned blue, and countless cracks appeared all over his body.

The Taixu Divine Nail, embedded in the head of the brass oil lamp, suddenly seemed to sense something and trembled immediately, a wisp of blue light emerging from its golden glow.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the entire Taixu Divine Root turned cyan.

Buzz!
The Taixu Divine Nail was forcibly pulled out of the head of the brass oil lamp, and then transformed into a twisted worm that rushed directly towards Chen Huangpi.

"It's done!!!!!"

Chen Huangpi grabbed the insect and then fell flat on his back on the ground.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes filled with excitement.

The method his master taught him was actually very simple.

Although the Taixu Divine Nail was formed from the matter that the outline had consumed a wave of Taixu World, it still contained something of the Taixu World in its essence.

Chen Huangpi is one of the three Heavenly Daos of the Taixu World.

If he can use this method, he can command the Taixu Divine Nail to obey his orders.

However, he can do it.

Even Chen Daoxing, whose outline had been corrupted, could restore the Taixu Divine Nail to its original form.

"Family member, it's time to eat this Taixu Divine Nail!"

The brass oil lamp shouted, "You promised to give it to me after you succeeded! Are you going to go back on your word now that you've kept it?"

Chen Huangpi said, "Huang Er, it won't be of much use to you, but with me, I can nail it to someone else. Wouldn't it be better for me to control others?"

"You surnamed Chen, are you trying to pull this on me?"

The brass oil lamp flew into a rage: "We're the only two in the world unaffected by this thing. If it weren't for my cooperation, this Taixu Divine Nail would have dissipated long ago. Stop talking nonsense and eat it now."

It doesn't know what benefit it gets from eating this stuff.

But I just want to eat, as if the more I eat, the more of a transformation will occur.

Chen Huangpi said helplessly, "Fine, fine, I'll give it to you."

He reluctantly threw the insect away, and as soon as it left his hand, it turned back into the Taixu Divine Nail.

Upon seeing this, the brass oil lamp greedily opened its blood-red maw and swallowed it whole.

"It smells so good!"

"Fragrance my ass! There's only one left. If this one's gone, where am I going to get a new one?"

Chen Huangpi rolled his eyes, but he was indeed exhausted.

Don't be fooled by how easily he performs this technique.

In fact, his vital energy was completely depleted, resulting in a brief period of stagnation.

Furthermore, it requires the simultaneous operation of three black rings, representing his past, present, and future, to achieve this.

However, Chen Huangpi did not come away empty-handed.

He sprang to his feet with a quick movement, dusted himself off, and said excitedly, "Huang Er, it seems that the method my master taught me involves more than just the power of the Taixu Heavenly Dao."

"Family member, what kind of wicked scheme are you plotting now?"

The brass oil lamp saw the sly glint in Chen Huangpi's eyes, a feeling all too familiar to it.

Everyone says that Golden Horn and Silver Horn are geniuses when it comes to ideas.

But Chen Huangpi can come up with even more bad ideas.

Chen Huangpi thought to himself, "This method actually activates 30% of the Taixu Heavenly Dao within me, but if it is changed, wouldn't it be able to activate my original power?"

"If things go well, I can become a demon! I can directly become my most powerful self!"

Chen Huangpi is at his strongest when he is possessed by a demon.

He was truly adept at all the methods in the world, and no mystery could confuse him.

That state was like being successfully born.

He became a true immortal, born of nature and nurtured by heaven and earth!

Upon hearing this, the brass oil lamp said disdainfully, "Master, stop with your nonsense. Have you forgotten what the abbot said about you earlier?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Huangpi immediately deflated.

After Master removed the Taixu Divine Nail from the old madman in his memory and passed on this method to him, his expression changed.

"Don't bother with any new methods of alchemy and weapon crafting. Some of your senior brothers practice these methods. Old methods aren't necessarily bad. Why change everything and alter everything? What kind of strange thing do you want to make the future world into?"

"My alchemy techniques are not for crafting weapons."

"By mixing these two methods together, do you expect me to have to use your method even when I'm refining something?"

"Also, don't make promises to people carelessly; they all have to be kept."

"True Immortal, forget about immortals, do you want all the disciples of the Tai Sui Sect to be close to the Dao?"

These words still seem to echo in Chen Huangpi's head now.

A flawless Dao Lord who can be contained within the perfect world.

It can even accommodate other Dao Lords.

But there won't be many of these positions.

And they are close to the Dao, as true top-tier combat power.

Chen Huangpi had actually considered using stone tablets to elevate the disciples of the Tai Sui Sect to a level close to the Dao, but before he could even begin to implement this idea, his master abruptly interrupted him.

The more powerful the heavens and earth are, the more powerful beings they can accommodate.

Tens of thousands of people who are close to the Dao—that must be an incredibly exaggerated number.

If Chen Huangpi truly becomes the flawless Dao Master, he won't need to do anything else in his life. He'll have to constantly maintain the expansion of the Xuanzhen Dao Realm, otherwise he simply won't be able to support so many powerful figures.

Most importantly, this matter hasn't even been finalized yet.

Now that they dare to make so many promises, once the upheavals in the world are over, the Yellow Heaven, as the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao, must begin to fulfill them.

Heaven and earth expand and become more stable.

“Master sees me as a child.”

Chen Huangpi thought to himself sullenly, "Besides, Huang Tian is me. I'm not worried about not being able to keep my promise, but Master thinks I'm messing around. Humph, I'll just stop bragging in the future."

The brass oil lamp chuckled and said in a sarcastic tone, "Yes, the abbot is merely the number one person in the Xuanzhen Dao world, just a mere Lord of the Azure Heaven Dao. How can he compare to you, Lord Yellow Heaven?"

“Once the changes in the heavens and earth are over and you are reborn, the abbot will have to give you some face.”

"The beings of this Xuanzhen Dao Realm are truly blessed to have you, the Yellow Emperor, for eight lifetimes!"

"I am not Huang Tian."

Chen Huangpi angrily retorted, "I am Chen Huangpi, I will not act as the Yellow Emperor!"

However, after finishing speaking, Chen Huangpi suddenly had another thought pop into his mind.

“Wait a minute, Master asked me whether I wanted to be Huang Tian or Chen Huangpi. I said I wanted to be myself, and Master agreed.”

"And what about Huang Tian?"

"Isn't Huang Tian you?"

The brass oil lamp hurriedly said, "Family member, if you're not Huang Tian, ​​then who is? You just like to daydream. Do you think there's another Huang Tian in the world besides you?"

"Then what did you mean when you said that yellow-skinned people are not yellow-sky?"

Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "Huang Er, you've changed your tune a bit too quickly!"

The brass oil lamp said, "The reason I say this is because I'm afraid that if you really become the Yellow Emperor, you won't even have humanity anymore, and in the end, all of the abbot's expectations will be in vain."

"really?"

"Fellow clansman, what are you saying? I'm your brother, your closest childhood friend. We're both from the Huang generation. Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you, you're my brother."

As Chen Huangpi spoke, he secretly blocked out the sensation of the brass oil lamp.

The dog-raising method is still in effect.

As his master, although the brass oil lamp has regained its memories and can no longer fully understand what it is thinking as before, he can still make the other party unaware of his thoughts.

"Huang Er is talking nonsense. I know him too well. When he lies, he likes to emphasize his relationship with me."

"But what it said also makes sense."

Chen Huangpi thought to himself, "If I don't become Huang Tian, ​​is there some other Huang Tian? This is too strange!"

At that moment, the brass oil lamp was screaming in its heart: "Chen Huangpi is full of bad ideas and his thinking is unpredictable. I know him too well. He must think I am lying to him."

"Because when he lies, he always likes to emphasize his relationship with me."

"But the matter of Huang Tian was indeed said by the abbot. Chen Huangpi will not become Huang Tian, ​​because he will merge with Huang Tian as the Dao Lord and become the flawless Dao Lord."

In fact, even the brass oil lamp didn't know what the Yellow Heaven would be like after the cataclysmic change ended.

It only knew that it definitely wouldn't be the yellow peel turning into yellow sky.

The reason it is vague is because...

It's because it once had a bold idea.

Add the character for "person" to "Huang Er" and you get "Huang Tian" (Yellow Heaven).

However, it really didn't want to say it out loud because the truth was really too outrageous. At the very least, it felt that it was not as good as Chen Huangpi being Huangtian.

At least Chen Huangpi can distinguish between good and bad people, unlike me who only makes malicious assumptions about others.

At this moment.

The old madman, half-lying on the ground, shook the empty wine jug and said, "Yellow-skinned brat, and Huang Er, what are you two whispering about over there, staring at each other for so long?"

As soon as these words came out.

Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp both trembled, and quickly said, "It's nothing, it's nothing."

Yes, when these two things communicate using the dog-raising scripture, they just stare at each other, looking incredibly strange.

"Old madman, when are we going to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion?"

"I can go anytime."

The old madman sighed and said, "However, please allow me a moment to think. It's really not right for a dead man like me to suddenly appear out of nowhere. I need to change my appearance."

"Furthermore, it's one thing for you two to do it in front of me, but don't spout that dog-raising nonsense in front of others."

"Huh? You can hear me, you old madman?"

"I didn't hear it, and I'm too lazy to listen."

The old madman picked at his ear, a strange look on his face: "But if you want to hear it, you can hear it clearly. In short, just don't show off in front of someone who is almost a Daoist."

Chen Huangpi nodded with an awkward smile: "Yes, I understand."

The brass oil lamp asked curiously, "Old madman, I've never told you about this Dog-Raising Scripture before. How can you recite it so clearly? Could it be that you invented this method?"

The old madman went to the human world and killed two beings who were close to the Dao.

Maybe it really was that old madman who did it.

However, the old madman shook his head and said, "I am a pure sword cultivator. I know nothing but the way of the sword. That Dog Taming Manual was created by a madman. It is essentially a method of taming beasts."

"However, although He created this evil dog-taming scripture, He also suffered a backlash from it and is now beyond dead."

"Huh? The Dog-Raising Sutra has a backlash?"

Chen Huangpi exclaimed in shock, "Isn't it that the master controls the lackeys, and when the master dies, the lackeys die, and vice versa, the master is safe?"

"What if the lackeys mutate?"

"The mutation can be controlled with a single thought, right?"

"What if all tens of thousands of lackeys mutated, and the nine leading lackeys were all nailed with the Taixu Divine Nails?"

The old madman gave Chen Huangpi a deep look and said softly, "Cultivation techniques can also mutate. That madman scattered this Dog-Taming Scripture to many places in the Xuanzhen Dao Realm back then."

"This cultivation method no longer exists in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, but some remnants still exist in the mortal realm."

"In short, it can be used, but it's best not to use it, otherwise, that mutated technique will really come looking for us."

The brass oil lamp turned green at this moment.

It quickly said to Chen Huangpi, "Fellow clansman, quick, quickly release me from the dog-taming ritual!"

"I told you a long time ago that this cultivation method was problematic, but you wouldn't listen to me. Now look what happened, this thing is a huge trap!"

"No, I won't break off the agreement with you."

Chen Huangpi said with a fierce but weak expression, "If it's lifted, wouldn't that mutated technique only cause trouble for me and not for you? As brothers, we should share joys and sorrows."

"Bullshit! The abbot himself said to suffer as little as possible."

The brass oil lamp gripped Chen Huangpi's neck and said, "I only want to share your joys and sorrows!"

"Alright, Huang Er, so this is how you're going to be my brother?"

Chen Huangpi poked the eyeball of the brass oil lamp and roared, "Don't forget, I am the master!"

"Family member, you'll regret this!"

boom! !

The old madman stood up and patted the half of his body that was hidden in the gray fog.

Then, billowing gray fog completely enveloped him.

Then, a long, drawn-out inhalation was heard.

All the gray mist was inhaled into the old madman's mouth.

He patted the straw hat and put it on Chen Huangpi's head.

"You old madman, what are you doing?"

"You two are arguing so much it's giving me a headache. If you wear this straw hat, you won't be able to be sensed by that technique. Besides, I was just saying it casually. How unlucky would I be to run into it?"

The old madman was helpless.

He had seen the mutated dog-taming technique controlling the original creator of this technique seven or eight thousand years ago, when he encountered it by chance on the Tianhe battlefield. After that, he could not find it no matter what he tried.

They might have already run out of bounds.

"Let's go to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion."

The old madman, carrying a wine jug, stomped his foot on the ground.

Then, Chen Huangpi, along with the brass oil lamp, disappeared. (End of Chapter)