Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique Chapter 7 - 7 007 Asking Immortal Qi Refining Technique

7: Chapter 007 “Asking Immortal Qi Refining Technique 7: Chapter 007 “Asking Immortal Qi Refining Technique “Co in,”

Just as Ling Feng furrowed his brows in thought, a fairly gentle voice ca from inside the bamboo house.

It did not sound like it belonged to any fearso evil spirit.

Ling Feng clenched his fists, feeling a bit on guard, and walked toward the bamboo house.

Stepping on the bamboo stairs, Ling Feng ascended step by step, and entered the largest bamboo house at the center.

When he got to the entrance, he stopped and respectfully bowed.

“Disciple Ling Feng, greets the Master!”

Since he had been assigned to Little Bamboo Peak, he must be a disciple of “Master Duanmu,” right?

Didn’t that make him of the sa generation as the Peak Masters of the Wenxian Sect?

A breeze swept by, carrying the sll of alcohol before the person it belonged to even arrived.

The next mont, a white-bearded elder dressed in green clothes erged from the house, with a wine gourd tied to his waist.

His hair was sowhat disheveled, exuding a bit of the air of an “alcohol-infused hermit.”

Though he appeared a bit unkempt, he did not seem to be a malevolent criminal.

“Are you the disciple that entered my tutelage this year?” the elder eyed Ling Feng and asked.

“Yes!

Disciple Ling Feng, greets the Master!” Ling Feng bowed, feeling slightly curious.

Since he was the master of Yang Wei and Lee Liang, this elder’s status must be quite high; why then would he live in such a humble dwelling?

“You are quite clever, youngster.

I haven’t accepted you yet, and you’ve already started calling Master,” Duanmu Qingshan’s lips curved up slightly as he spoke lightly.

“However, it’s still a bit early to beco my disciple.

As you can see, there are only the two of us left in this lineage.”

Ling Feng was startled; indeed, the closer he got to Little Bamboo Peak, the more desolate it seed.

Could it be that his “Master” was so kind of eccentric, which is why no one dared to beco his disciple?

“Stretch out your hand.” Duanmu Qingshan’s voice was magnetic, but regrettably, it carried no emotional ripples.

Ling Feng gritted his teeth and extended his right hand.

Duanmu Qingshan grabbed Ling Feng’s arm, placed it on his wrist to feel for his pulse, and after a mont, shook his head, “As expected, another dull-witted youngster.”

Ling Feng blinked.

Even if he were foolish, he knew Yang Wei and Lee Liang had not had good intentions.

But why would they send a disciple with diocre talent under Duanmu Qingshan?

“Since you have called master, I will impart to you the basic cultivation technique of the Wenxian Sect,” Duanmu Qingshan said, standing with his hands behind his back, his voice still cold.

As he spoke, Duanmu Qingshan produced a book from nowhere, its pages stained with wine, yet the writing on it was still legible.

“Ask Immortal Qi Refining Technique!”

“Take it,” Duanmu Qingshan tossed the secret manual casually.

Ling Feng caught it, knowing that this was the cultivation technique for disciples in the Qi Condensation Realm.

He quickly bowed to Duanmu Qingshan, “Thank you, Master.”

“I’ve told you, don’t be in a rush to call Master,” Duanmu Qingshan calmly said.

A trace of doubt sprouted in Ling Feng’s heart.

Judging by Duanmu Qingshan’s deanor, coupled with the look in Zong Yuan’s eyes when he escorted him here, it was clear that the coming days would bring trouble for him.

Duanmu Qingshan glanced down at Ling Feng and said, “You’d better not get too involved with , lest you ruin your entire life.”

“Indeed!” Ling Feng’s gaze sharpened, his fists clenched.

He did not want to stir up trouble, but if trouble ca knocking, he wouldn’t back down!

Having entered the Inner Sect, he certainly couldn’t just run off to the Outer Sect.

Inner Sect Disciples and Outer Disciple could access entirely different resources.

If he wanted to strengthen himself quickly, he must stay in the Inner Sect!

“We seem to be fated.

There are so healing Spirit Grass and Spiritual dicines outside, if you need them, feel free to pick them,” Duanmu Qingshan patted Ling Feng’s shoulder, then took a sip from his wine gourd on his waist and turned to leave.

Watching Duanmu Qingshan’s retreating figure, Ling Feng grew even more puzzled.

As a figure on par with the Peak Masters and senior ntors, would he just watch his own disciple be chastised by others?

What secrets lay behind this?

However, at that mont, Ling Feng’s brow furrowed, noticing there seed to be sothing wrong with Duanmu Qingshan’s body.

“A hidden injury?” Ling Feng touched his nose.

A doctor relied on inspection, slling, inquiry, and palpation.

Ling Feng’s dical skills claid to be nearly divine.

Although he didn’t take pulses, he was very confident in his diagnostic abilities.

“An elder of the Wenxian Sect at the level of an Ancestor, with no status within the sect, and also burdened with a hidden injury…” Ling Feng frowned, “What does all this an?”

The next mont, he shook his head and smiled wryly, “I’m just a clay Buddha crossing the river myself; better find a way to survive these next few days first!”

“I’ve finally entered the Inner Sect, I can’t be expelled!”

Ling Feng clenched his fists; his heart was laden with too many mysteries, and he knew he needed great strength to unravel them all.

Ling Feng took a deep breath and according to what Duanmu Qingshan had said, it seed he had cultivated so Spiritual dicines.

Out of curiosity, he turned and walked towards the courtyard in front of the Bamboo House and indeed, he saw several dicine fields.

“Purple Blood Ginseng!”

“Mysterious Mushroom!”

“Treasures, all precious treasures!”

Ling Feng’s eyelids twitched wildly; these were Spiritual dicines not even seen in the world of Mortal People!

As a doctor, upon seeing these Spirit Grass and Spiritual dicines, Ling Feng’s brain nearly went dizzy with excitent.

Since Duanmu Qingshan had allowed him to pick, it would probably be okay to take so for himself.

…

Duanmu Qingshan, sitting by the window with a drink, glanced towards Ling Feng.

“Strange, how could this kid be so interested in these herbs?

Ordinary people probably can’t even recognize them.”

This Duanmu Qingshan was also a highly skilled Daoist Doctor; the herbs he cultivated in his yard were also for treating his own hidden injuries.

Normally, without considerable dical expertise, it would be impossible to recognize those obscure herbs.

Suddenly, a wisp of black air flickered across Duanmu Qingshan’s forehead.

He quickly sealed a few acupoints on the left side of his body, and after a long while, he finally caught his breath.

“Lin Canglang, Yang Wei!

You think you can hold , Duanmu Qingshan, captive for life?”

Duanmu Qingshan harrumphed softly, eventually withdrawing his gaze and no longer looking towards Ling Feng.

He knew well that even if this youth nad Ling Feng knew a bit of dical skill, he couldn’t change his destiny.

It wouldn’t be long before he, like those diocrities sent here over the past ten years, wouldn’t be able to tolerate the bullying from disciples of other branches and would leave on his own accord.