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Chapter 17: A Piece of Robe to Calm the Universe
At this time, the illusory figure had completely emerged from the ground and was suspended in the air three feet above the ground.

He is dressed in a yellow Taoist robe, holding a golden-handled whisk, with white hair and a youthful face, long flowing beard, and a vigorous spirit, possessing an ethereal temperament of an immortal.

"Haha, young man, you are quite arrogant, but you are also very careful." Hearing Xu Huan's cold and cautious words, the old Taoist in yellow robe did not get angry. He raised his empty left hand, stroked his long beard, and chuckled.

Hearing this, Xu Huan's expression remained unchanged, his eyes still slightly fixed as he stared at the illusory old Taoist in yellow robe. After a brief silence, he felt that this old Taoist looked as illusory as a wisp of green smoke that could be blown away by a breeze.

Seeing that Xu Huan didn't say anything, the old Taoist in yellow robe didn't rush to speak, and the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

"Xianjing, what is this old Taoist? Is he a ghost, a monster, or a soul?" Faced with this old thing that suddenly appeared, Xu Huan asked Bagua Xianjing the first thing.

In just a moment, the Bagua Immortal Mirror gave the answer.

[Master, this old Taoist is not a ghost, nor is he a spooky creature. He is a dead person who has not yet fully died. He is a spirit.]

[Master, don't panic. I have this magical mirror to suppress your sea of ​​consciousness. If he dares to take over your body, I will destroy him and turn him into ashes!]

[He's extremely weak right now. If a fight breaks out, the master will be able to defeat him safely with only the hundred thousand year old peach wood sword in his hand that can ward off evil spirits, exorcise demons, slay ghosts and exterminate demons!]

After receiving the reply from the Bagua Immortal Mirror, Xu Huan's slightly tense nerves suddenly relaxed. It seemed that the facts were similar to what he had guessed.

"Old Taoist, it was you who stole my soul jade." Xu Huan's expression eased slightly and he smiled faintly.

Since there is no danger to his life, there is no need to continue to treat him coldly. After all, the other person is also smiling.

The most important thing is that this old Taoist in yellow robe came out from underground and said that he had a unique magic method. Maybe the peerless inheritance is in his hands. If something unpleasant happens and he misses the opportunity, it would be a great loss.

"Hehe, young man, you know quite a lot. You even recognize the Soul Jade." As if a little surprised by Xu Huan's confident words, the old Taoist in yellow robe stroked his long beard again, chuckled and exclaimed in admiration.

"So, you admit it?" Xu Huan raised an eyebrow, paused slightly, then curled the corners of his lips and chuckled. "Oh, tell me, how are you going to compensate me? Let me put it this way first. Your silver-plated spear head can't fool anyone. The 100,000-year-old peach wood sword in my hand is not to be trifled with."

Squinting his eyes slightly, the old Taoist in yellow robe looked deeply at the peach wood sword in Xu Huan's left hand, then moved his gaze and looked Xu Huan up and down.

After a moment, the old Taoist in yellow robe finished thinking, and lightly swung the whisk on his arm with his right hand, and a white light was thrown out, which slowly floated in front of Xu Huan.

Xu Huan looked closely and found that the white light was actually a white jade hairpin that was warm and smooth, simple and elegant.

"Young man, this is the Soul Jade Hairpin, a rare treasure from heaven and earth that has been nurtured in the Soul Jade for ten thousand years. For women, it has the great effect of nourishing yin, nourishing the complexion, and keeping youth forever." The old Taoist in yellow robe explained slowly, paused, and then clasped his fists and bowed to Xu Huan. "I suddenly felt the presence of the Soul Jade while sleeping, and subconsciously absorbed its soul-enhancing power to help me wake up. It was truly my fault. I am returning this remaining Soul Jade Hairpin to you. I hope you won't blame me."

Hearing this, Xu Huan raised his hand and grabbed the Soul Jade Hairpin. It felt warm to the touch, and without even looking at it, he put it in his arms and put it away.

"Old Taoist, just tell me what you want to do." Looking at the apologetic look of the old Taoist in yellow robe, Xu Huan didn't want to beat around the bush anymore and went straight to the point.

If the soul jade had not been placed in the small world, this soul of unknown origin would not have awakened, and the peerless inheritance could have been directly dug out from it.

Now that the old Taoist in yellow robe was in such a good-natured manner, he would never believe that he had no plans for him.

He could still exist in the form of a soul after death, something that even his uncle, the city lord and the strongest person in Wuling City, could not do.

Such a strong person must have a purpose.

"Haha, young man, my name is Zhen Qiankun." The yellow-robed old Taoist raised his head slightly, stroking his beard and smiling, as if he thought his name was very famous and was waiting to see Xu Huan's surprise. "Sorry, I haven't heard of it, and I don't care." Xu Huan curled his lips, feeling indifferent to Zhen Qiankun's narcissistic attitude.

"Never heard of it? Young man, do you know what people call me?" Upon hearing this, Zhen Qiankun thought he had misheard. There were actually people who didn't know how famous his name was.

"Just go ahead and tell me, I'm listening." Xu Huan crossed his arms across his chest, looking like he was watching a monkey show.

"One hand of alchemy can transform everything, and a piece of torn robe can calm the universe!" After saying this, Zhen Qiankun widened his eyes, trying to see a trace of shock on Xu Huan's face, but was somewhat surprised to find that there was none at all.

The air suddenly became quiet for a moment.

Xu Huan just shouted in a somewhat pretentious manner: "Uh ah ah ah ah ah... such a big boast..."

Seeing this, Zhen Qiankun's smooth and rosy face like a baby couldn't help but frown slightly, with a somewhat dark color.

Before he fell asleep, he was also a famous Qigong master throughout the continent...

"You haven't heard of the Five Qi Temple on Lingshou Mountain in the Ten Thousand Mountains, which is known as the 'Palace of Immortals and Taoists who Live as Long as the Sky'?" Zhen Qiankun asked Xu Huan in a low voice, his eyes flashing and his tone carrying a trace of imperceptible grief.

After pondering for a while, Xu Huan searched through his memories and found that he had never heard of it either.

"I'm sorry, I know we are indeed in the Ten Thousand Mountains, but I have never heard of Lingshou Mountain and the Five Qi Temple with a strong aura." Xu Huan shook his head slightly and said slowly.

"Then do you know the land of Baiyue?" Zhen Qiankun lowered his head and rolled his eyes. After a moment, he asked in a low voice with a hint of hope in his tone.

"I know this. It's not far, but it's not far either. But it's very chaotic there. It must have existed for tens of thousands of years." Xu Huan nodded, his tone a little unnatural.

Hearing this, Zhen Qiankun couldn't help but close his eyes, raised his head, took a deep breath of air that couldn't be breathed into his soul, and murmured in a low voice: "Ten thousand years..."

Seeing Zhen Qiankun's appearance as if he were in another world, Xu Huan couldn't help but be shocked. It seemed that this old Taoist was really an old bastard who would never die...

Zhen Qiankun floated in the air, grieving alone for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes and looked fiercely at Xu Huan. There was a serious light in his clear and bright eyes.

"Young man, I see that you have no cultivation skills, but you possess both the five elements' attributes and five elements' spiritual roots, a double five-element genius. You are extremely suitable for the inheritance of my Five Qi View. Are you willing to become my disciple?!"

Looking at Zhen Qiankun's serious childlike face, Xu Huan lowered his eyes and fell into silence for a moment, thinking to himself.

He wants the peerless inheritance, but that doesn't mean he wants to be someone else's disciple.

And this Zhen Qiankun seems to be a veteran strong man from ten thousand years ago, so it doesn't seem to be a loss to become his disciple.

A teacher is someone who teaches, educates, and resolves doubts. No matter what happens, he or she will not harm yourself, right?

Even if you don't want to become my disciple, you have to get enough benefits first.

"Old Taoist, if you want me to become your disciple, then you must first show me something that will move me."

(End of this chapter)