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Chapter 89 Cultivation Technique: Eight Extremes Heaven

A black luxury car with the license plate ending in 003 drove smoothly on the elevated highway in the early morning mist.

Before long, they arrived at Guihong Mountain, west of Rongdu City, at a tranquil Taoist temple located on the mountaintop.

It was midday, and rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds and fell upon the temple grounds, prompting one to exclaim, "What a wonderful place for self-cultivation and spiritual practice!"

Mo Lan got off the bus.

Lin Youyou straightened her skirt, then pulled Mo Lan into the main hall of the dojo, calling out, "Grandpa, I brought Mo Lan to see you!"

Inside the main hall, an elderly man dressed in a white Taoist robe was slowly and deliberately changing the incense sticks.

Hearing Lin Youyou's voice, he placed the new incense sticks and said, "Youyou, how many times have I told you, you have to be quiet in the temple and not rush."

He turned around and looked at Lin Youyou and Mo Lan beside her with a helpless expression.

Mo Lan was also looking at him.

Although the old man was over seventy years old and looked thin, Mo Lan sensed a faint but undetectable murderous intent emanating from him.

It's like a ferocious beast hidden beneath a tranquil exterior.

This person was Lin Youyou's grandfather. Lin Jianshen, too, glanced at Mo Lan and nodded inwardly.

After the Red Moon Tournament, he had read Mo Lan's information and was very impressed with the child.

If Mo Lan hadn't intervened at the last minute, the losses and casualties suffered by Rongdu would have been far beyond what a number could describe.

For this reason alone, Lin Jianshen already had a very good impression of Mo Lan.

Mo Lan then cupped her hands slightly and said, "Elder Lin, I'm new here and didn't have time to prepare any gifts. I heard you like osmanthus cakes from your hometown, so I bought some."

Lin Jianshen was somewhat surprised: "Osmanthus cake? Osmanthus cake is good, I love the osmanthus cake from my hometown of Quzhou."

"Come in, come in and sit down."

The three of them sat down in the tea room, and Lin Jianshen personally brewed tea, which made Mo Lan feel somewhat flattered.

Last night, he checked Lin Jianshen's identity with Giant God Company. This old man is quite something.

A living fossil of ancient methods, the perfecter and promoter of Bajitian, and the current chief instructor of Bajitian in the Alliance military, his contributions can be described as indispensable. "This hollow osmanthus cake from Quzhou looks ordinary on the outside, but it contains a world of wonders inside."

Lin Jianshen picked up a piece of cake and gently broke it open. The soft, flaky crust collapsed when pressed, revealing the golden-brown osmanthus caramel inside, a thin layer filling the entire osmanthus cake.

Take a gentle bite, and the aroma of osmanthus fills your mouth. The osmanthus caramel and the fragrance of the biscuit blend together perfectly in your mouth. It's simply delicious.

Take another sip of tea.

Lin Jianshen couldn't help but sigh, "The pancakes from my hometown are just so delicious; the ones outside can never taste the same."

He gently put down his teacup: "Xiao Lan, the main reason I invited you here this time is to thank you for your help in the Red Moon Competition."

"If it weren't for your help, who knows how many more people in Rongdu would have suffered losses."

Mo Lan shook her head: "You flatter me, Elder Lin. I was only doing this for myself. I can't bear such a great reputation."

Upon hearing this, Lin Jianshen was somewhat surprised, because Mo Lan was indeed quite different from many people he had met.

He didn't claim to be serving the country and its people, nor did he try to curry favor by spouting national righteousness or reciting core values ​​on the spot.

Just as Mo Lan perceived himself, he was just an ordinary person standing at the forefront of the times, and everything he did was simply going with the flow.

Just like the end of life's evolution, it's all just for better survival, and then going to the dock to get some fries.

Why do you always have to take on so much responsibility? Isn't that exhausting?

Lin Jianshen remained silent, feeling that Mo Lan, at such a young age, had already seen through everything too much.

In their Taoist sect, this would mean innate freedom and ease, with both physical and spiritual well-being.

These kinds of people are the most ruthless when it comes to practicing Taoist magic.

I admire your personality.

Lin Jianshen smiled and said, "But from the perspective of the alliance, I still want to ask, are you interested in joining the Special Affairs Bureau?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, there aren't any at the moment."

Mo Lan picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and ate it in two bites.

"Are you interested in the Eight Extremes Heaven?"

"what?"

Mo Lan was taken aback.

Lin Jianshen smiled like an old fox: "Eight Extremes Heaven, you should know about the supreme martial art of our Heavenly River Ancient Law Realm."

"Can I learn this?"

Mo Lan was somewhat surprised.

Lin Jianshen pointed to the main hall not far away: "I've asked the ancestors of the Taichu Sect, and they said you received the Dharma from the 'Supreme Lord Who Rebels Against the Law.'"

Mo Lan was immediately drenched in sweat.

Dude, isn't he playing a dungeon?

Why is there still cross-screen box crackdown?

Lin Jianshen chuckled and said, "Don't be nervous. Historical instances in the game of fate are often just cuts from a timeline in the past."

"Our ancestor once laid down a secret method that allows one to understand all the causes and effects of the past and present."

"It sounds complicated, and it really is. I don't quite understand it myself, but you just need to know..."

"You became the disciple of the Tai Chu Sect leader in that instance, so you can naturally be considered a disciple of my Tai Chu Sect when you return to reality." At this point, Lin Jianshen suddenly frowned again: "But according to this seniority... hmm, I seem to have to call you Uncle-Master? And you call me Nephew-Master."

"puff!"

Lin Youyou, standing next to her, choked on her tea, her face full of question marks: "Huh?"

Mo Lan was no less impressive; the difference in their generations was truly unexpected.

Lin Jianshen laughed and waved his hand, "Never mind, that sounds a bit strange."

Mo Lan nodded repeatedly: "I'll still call you Elder Lin."

Lin Jianshen nodded: "Then let's get back to the main topic. Since you are a disciple of my Taichu Sect, you are qualified to cultivate the Eight Extremes Heaven."

"You've reached the second level of the Supreme Righteous Dharma, haven't you? I've seen your battle replays; your level of True Nothingness's external projection should be about the same."

Mo Lan nodded: "It is indeed the second floor."

"Truly impressive talent," Lin Jianshen said. "The current Eight Extremes Heaven of the Alliance was drafted by Bai Daoran, a disciple of the Taichu Sect back then."

"Unfortunately, he was too eager for quick success and chose to fight against the whole world to collect various cultivation techniques, which ultimately led to his death and the dissipation of his cultivation."

"After the Xinwei Rebellion ended, although Bai Daoran died, the framework of the Eight Extremes Heaven was passed down in the hands of the Alliance."

"After decades or even centuries of supplementation by the Alliance, it became a complete lineage of cultivation techniques, namely: water, fire, thunder, wind, heavenly light, and earthly darkness, the eight extremes."

"So, how about it? Interested in learning?"

Lin Jianshen asked.

Mo Lan was silent for a moment, then finally nodded: "Yes."

For someone like myself, who possesses a rotating magnetic field, martial arts techniques are of utmost importance.

Otherwise, even if one possesses a high level of understanding, the power of the magnetic field will be difficult to exert.

"Okay, that's what I've been waiting for."

Lin Jianshen raised his hand and took out a jade stone: "This is a one-time transmission stone from the military, containing the cultivation method of the Eight Extremes Heaven."

"You probably already know that the cultivation technique cannot be passed on to outsiders, so I won't say any more."

Mo Lan looked at the jade in her hand and couldn't help but ask, "You just gave this to me like this? Is there anything I need to do with it?"

Such an important technique wouldn't be given to someone for free, would it?

Lin Jianshen picked up his teacup and gently blew on the steam. "You are a disciple of my Taichu Sect. If you insist on saying or doing anything..."

"I only hope that you will continue to stand on the side of humanity in the future."

Upon hearing this, Mo Lan gripped the jade in her hand tightly.

"it is good."

"I promise you."