Grasping Evil

Myriad Miles Wander is a Great Divine Power, with the profound ability to stretch one’s spirit sense to an infinitely thin degree, allowing it to extend infinitely far.

Once, when Ning Fan had just embarked on the path of cultivation, he accidentally performed this divine power. At that time, his spirit sense was still very weak, but by stretching it to the extreme, it extended beyond the Rain Immortal World and reached the Northern Heavens.

This is also a divine power with a high risk factor. Back then, Ning Fan nearly lost his life because he couldn’t retract his spirit sense. Fortunately, he was saved by the Tablet Master Immortal Emperor, Meng Xuanzi, and survived.

And today, there is yet another mysterious old monster who wishes to guide him in Myriad Miles Wander, which is indeed interesting...

Outside the gate of Nan Yao Temple, Ning Fan looked up at the sky. Apart from the light drizzle, there was clearly nothing in the sky, yet he seemed to be seriously observing something, counting something, and gradually grew solemn.

"One layer, two layers, three layers..."

"Ten layers... twenty layers..."

"Two hundred layers..."

"Four hundred layers..."

"One thousand one hundred and forty-nine layers..."

Some passersby, curious about Ning Fan’s actions, stopped and looked at the sky with him, but they couldn’t see anything in the sky. When they asked Ning Fan, he didn’t answer, so they eventually left with bewilderment.

They thought that this man counting against the sky was really a strange person. Naturally, due to Ning Fan’s attire, they dared not voice these thoughts.

After an unknown period, Ning Fan withdrew his gaze and slowly closed his eyes. The invisible power of the spirit sense began to swirl around him.

If anyone could see these invisible spirit senses, they would be shocked to discover that on the surface of Ning Fan’s spirit sense, some runes were slowly forming. Those runes were colorless and formless, seen only by those with profound magical eyes, able to see the Dao Principle of Wood flowing on the runes. These wood runes were condensed with the power of the Dao Principle of Wood, and the condensation process was extremely clumsy and difficult, lacking fluency.

As time passed bit by bit, more and more runes gathered on the surface of Ning Fan’s spirit sense, forming a thin cocoon on the surface of the spirit sense power.

As soon as the thin cocoon formed, Ning Fan’s spirit sense power obviously improved in a certain aspect. But unfortunately, before Ning Fan could carefully comprehend it, the thin cocoon, seemingly because the method was incorrect, cracked with a sound.

Nearly an hour of hard work was in vain.

Ning Fan frowned, but then he laughed bitterly and relaxed, cupped his fists towards the direction of the temple, and said,

"Senior has a mind to guide me, but I can’t comprehend the method within, I fear I’ve disappointed Senior."

A voice from within the temple said, "Disappointed? No, young friend has truly surprised this old man. You’re unaware of the method of the Mental Armor Formula, yet with just a glance, you could mimic it to such an extent. Your comprehension is extraordinary, something this old man has rarely seen in my lifetime."

"Senior praises me too much, I dare not accept it," Ning Fan said politely, but inwardly he was secretly alert, having made a guess.

Mental Armor Formula...

Was it that terrifying divine power that covered the spirit sense with a runic cocoon, doubling the toughness of the spirit sense?

Undoubtedly, the mysterious old monster who led him here knows the Great Divine Power of Myriad Miles Wander. The seemingly empty sky actually held an infinitely thin thread of spirit sense, connecting all the way to Nan Yao Temple. As long as Ning Fan could see that mental thread, even without the guidance of the woman with the umbrella, he could have found his way here all by himself.

The people who can see that mental thread are rare, and it is only because Ning Fan had practiced the Divine Art Chant and the Heaven Prying Rain Technique, honing his perception of the spirit sense to an extremely delicate level, that he could see the fine line in the sky. For others, even those with the power of an Immortal Venerable or Immortal King, it wouldn’t necessarily be visible.

This resulted from the mysterious old monster’s deliberate exposure of the mental line, not hiding it. If he had wanted to hide it, Ning Fan wouldn’t have known there was a mental thread in the sky.

The reason passersby couldn’t see it was due to their inadequate cultivation, thinking it strange that Ning Fan would count layers toward the sky.

They didn’t realize that Ning Fan was counting the number of cocoon layers on that mental thread, a total of one thousand one hundred and forty-nine layers, reflecting the terrifying toughness of this mysterious old monster’s spirit sense!

"Myriad Miles Wander is a Great Divine Power. As my cultivation gradually increased, I have tried to cultivate this divine power, but I have never been able to master it. To initially master this skill, one needs to have the True Immortal realm, and it requires a cultivator to have significant comprehension of spirit sense cultivation to achieve the first step of Myriad Miles Wander—drawing the spirit sense into thin threads... As for the second step of enhancing the toughness of the mental thread, few can accomplish it..."

Drawing the spirit sense into thin threads refers to the method of stretching the spirit sense into thin strands, requiring the cultivation of micromanagement of spirit sense to a certain degree to achieve this step. Among a hundred True Immortals, often only one or two can achieve this. These individuals can stretch their spirit sense into threads one-tenth to one-twentieth as thin, thereby increasing the coverage area of their spirit sense by ten to twenty times, but this is often their limit and they cannot achieve the infinite thinness and distance theoretically possible in Myriad Miles Wander.

Because the thinner the spirit sense is stretched, the lower its toughness, and the more easily it can snap. Infinitely thin mental threads are also infinitely fragile, breaking with a breeze, making them practically unusable for executing spells.

Enhancing the toughness of the spirit sense is the biggest challenge in mastering Myriad Miles Wander. Because of this limit, many can achieve the first step of Myriad Miles Wander, but very few in the Era of Decline can truly master this skill, not even Quasi-Saints like Xiang Mingzi and Daoist Wood Pine.

But the old monster in this temple actually knows Myriad Miles Wander! Just by glimpsing a fragment, the old monster in this temple is certainly not to be underestimated...

Internally, Ning Fan smiled wryly. Wu Laoba had fallen into this person’s hands, and he did not know how to retrieve him...

"Do you know why I am advising you?" asked the voice within the temple.

"I do not know."

"Because I sensed a trace of the Divine Art Chant from you, although it seems incomplete. I once had a karmic connection with the Immortal Emperor Tai Chang of the ancient Heavenly Court. He was the Supreme Mind Emperor, not adept at spell dueling, but his insights into spirit sense were profound. Below the Saint level, I’ve never seen anyone surpass him in spirit sense mastery. If not for the benefits I’ve received from him, with my aptitude, I might not have been able to cultivate Myriad Miles Wander to this extent... What is your relation to Tai Chang? Are you his disciple’s descendant?"

"I’m afraid to disappoint you, but by chance, I merely practiced the incomplete technique of the Immortal Emperor Tai Chang. I am not his disciple’s descendant," Ning Fan thought for a moment and answered truthfully.

"That is truly a pity... If you were his disciple’s descendant, due to my promise with him, I would be obliged to help you master the true Myriad Miles Wander; but if you aren’t, then I needn’t fulfill this promise. A little guidance should suffice, but to expect me to teach you the complete Eight Divine Art Secrets for no reason is absolutely impossible. The guidance ends here, and now we should discuss your footman’s matters." The elder sighed regrettably, retracting the mental thread hidden in the sky, and his voice gradually took on a cold tone.

The fate between Ning Fan and the Immortal Emperor Tai Chang was one thing.

The offense of Ning Fan’s footman to him was another thing entirely!

"I wonder how my footman Wu Laoba offended you, Senior. Please enlighten me," Ning Fan, though knowing the opposite’s strength, remained calm because the elder’s words, though cold, expressed no true killing intent. The matter might yet have room for negotiation.

"Hmph, so that little turtle’s name is Wu Laoba? He fancied one of my treasures and wanted to take it, so he gambled with me. Now that he has lost the gamble, he’s trapped inside my water jar. If you want to save him, it’s not difficult. You just need to gamble with me as well."

"What kind of gamble?"

"I bet you can’t live to enter Nan Yao Temple and come face to face with me. But if you can accomplish this, then I’ve lost the bet, and you can take away that little turtle. But if you lose the bet, and you’re dead, I’ll be sure to mix your flesh and blood into the mud!"

Ning Fan’s heart skipped a beat.

If he lost, it would mean he would die inside Nan Yao Temple, on the road to meet that mysterious old monster... This Nan Yao Temple must be fraught with dangers.

"Your relationship with that little turtle doesn’t seem to be very good. I’ve imprisoned him for less than half a day, and he’s cursed you eighteen hundred times. For such a disloyal servant, you’d better not wager with me!"

Before the old man finished speaking, he suddenly let out an ’eh,’ realizing that Ning Fan had no hesitation and directly stepped into Nan Yao Temple.

So decisive!

"Interesting boy..." The old man’s voice drifted further away, becoming unintelligible.

Ning Fan’s gaze was calm as he stepped into the temple entrance. His relationship with Wu Laoba was not close enough to sacrifice himself, but for the karma between Wu Laoba and the old monster, he wouldn’t leave Wu Laoba alone.

Even if the opponent seemed to be a Quasi-Saint!

The instant he stepped into the temple, the rain outside was forcibly halted.

Ning Fan was slightly moved. The temple was just one door apart, but it felt like two completely different worlds. With his cultivations, once inside the temple, he couldn’t extend his spirit sense outside, as if imprisoned in the eerie monastery.

From the outside, Nan Yao Temple looked like a small rundown temple.

From the inside, Nan Yao Temple’s gloomy towers number over ten thousand, desolate smoke wafts through the air, ghosts howl to the skies, bones litter the ground, broken blades and snapped staffs are visible everywhere, bloodstains haven’t dried...

It was unlike a Buddhist sacred land, but rather like a ghost den!

"Wrong, this is... an illusion!"

Ning Fan suddenly realized why passersby ignored the temple’s overwhelming Yin energy.

Turns out he was the only one caught in the illusion, and stepping into the temple was the moment the illusion was fully triggered...

"Break!"

Ning Fan’s left eye flashed with demon light, shooting a violet-black beam into the eerie temple world, creating a fissure in this world.

He used the Fuli race’s illusion deciphering talent skill!

As the crack opened, Ning Fan leaped towards it, and the scenery before him changed instantly. He found himself still standing outside Nan Yao Temple, maintaining the initial posture of counting the sky, the rain continued to fall, and the Yin energy in the temple had disappeared.

Escaped the illusion, realizing he hadn’t entered the temple but had been caught in an illusion from the start...

"This person is so strange, he’s been looking at the sky for two hours, I wonder what he’s counting..."

"Shh, don’t speak casually, this person is one of the Holy Mountain Tomb Guardians..."

Some passersby pointed at Ning Fan.

Ning Fan was speechless, how did these people know he’d been looking at the sky for two hours, were they standing on the roadside for an hour? Isn’t that boring...

Roar!

Those few passersby mocking Ning Fan suddenly turned into evil ghosts, rushing at him, and the ground split open to reveal a hellish lava burning beneath.

Only then did Ning Fan realize he hadn’t escaped the illusion at all, he was still trapped within the illusion, the Fuli Breaking Illusion talent was powerful, but he was far inferior to the mysterious old monster, unable to escape the opponent’s illusion!

"There are two ways to break an illusion: one is using cultivations, divine skills, magical treasure, to forcibly break free; the other is having external companions to wake you up. If neither is present, illusion can become a deadlier weapon than other divine skills... Undoubtedly, this is a life and death test, the old man wasn’t lying about that..."

"I can’t decipher this illusion with my cultivations alone, but aside from my illusion-breaking ability, I also have the Fuli race’s illusion-rebounding ability. In a sense, illusion rebound is more terrifying than illusion deciphering, especially when deeply trapped in the opponent’s illusion, if you can find a weak spot, you might have a chance for a reversal..."

Ning Fan dodged the evil ghosts pouncing at him, while evading, he observed his surroundings, his eyes flashing azure light. After a long time, his gaze suddenly turned to the hellish abyss within the ground fissure.

"In this illusion, the lava seems to be the most dangerous area, but if I’m right, the weak spot of this illusion is hidden right there..."

Ning Fan shook off the crowd of evil ghosts and leaped into the hellish lava.

The terrifying temperature of the hellish lava would strip the skin off even an Immortal Emperor if entered without defenses.

The lava was an illusion, ordinary defenses can’t withstand its temperature, and trapped in the illusion, Ning Fan’s true self couldn’t use his defenses, so he resorted to using his own illusion power to defend against the lava.

The seldom-used Dao technique he understood until now was put to use!

As he descended, black gas flowed out from his body, enveloping him. That black color was the color of night, formed from the perfection of the Demonized Dark Night Dao Elephant!

Deeply entrenched in the opponent’s illusion, Ning Fan naturally couldn’t replace the opponent’s illusion world directly with his black night. But to mobilize some power of the black night illusion to resist the opponent’s illusion damage was still doable.

The approaching lava was mostly blocked by the black gas, though a few managed to penetrate his illusion defenses, splashing onto him.

Scorching, a soul-piercing scorching. Each time the lava burned him, Ning Fan felt his heart spirit depleting significantly, quickly weakening.

No matter how weak Ning Fan became, his expression remained calm. After entering the lava, he kept swimming downward, this seemingly unfathomable hell was actually not that deep! After traversing the initial scorching lava, Ning Fan suddenly felt a coolness washing over him, as he fell into a stone chamber. This stone chamber was built within the depths of the lava, its walls covered with illusion runes, and an Ox Horn Crystal floated in the air.

That Ox Horn Crystal was the power source of this illusion, and it was also the weak spot!

Ning Fan waved his sleeve, sending vast swaths of black gas toward the Ox Horn Crystal, as if trying to taint it.

But before the black gas could approach, formation light shot from the crystal, transforming into complex restrictions, sweeping away all the black gas.

Ning Fan scanned lightly, this stone chamber spanning less than ten steps had over a thousand defensive formations, and these formations were interlinked, merely breaking one or two wouldn’t work, they’d soon regenerate. Only by perceiving all formations and breaking them cleanly could he approach the Ox Horn Crystal.

Ning Fan carefully observed the restrictions here, finding it reminiscent of a mortal gazing at the sky filled with stars, only the complexity far exceeded his expectations. Staring for too long made him feel dizzy.

Do not gaze for too long, unable to find a way to break the formation in a short time.

Ning Fan suppressed the desire in his heart to escape the illusion urgently. He was not anxious anymore, choosing instead to sit cross-legged inside the stone chamber, slowly studying the formation.

One day, two days, three days...

One month, two months, three months...

As spring passed and autumn came, Ning Fan sat in the stone chamber for hundreds of years. Then one day, he suddenly stood up, unleashing thousands of golden ribbons like lightning in an instant, directly breaking the restriction with countless roars!

After which, he raised his hand to use his own illusory dark mist to contaminate the Ox Horn Crystal, and with the Fuli Talent Skill of illusion rebound, he directly took control of the illusion here!

In an instant, the blue-robed elder making pottery in the temple suddenly had a surprised look in his eyes and fell into confusion, but he regained his senses moments later.

As for Ning Fan, the scenery before his eyes suddenly changed, and he returned to his senses.

He was still standing outside the temple, maintaining the posture of looking up at the sky.

People by the roadside pointed at him.

"This person is quite strange; he’s been looking at the sky for an hour now, not sure what he’s counting..."

"Shh, don’t speak carelessly, this person could be a Holy Mountain Tomb Guardian..."

The hundreds of years of meditation in the stone chamber were merely an illusion; the outside world was still at the moment when he was trapped in the illusion.

Just upon hearing these somewhat similar words, a feeling of unease sprung up in Ning Fan’s heart. Could it be that he hadn’t escaped the illusion yet! Would the mountains collapse and the earth split in the next moment...

Fortunately, this time he truly escaped, as a voice of praise resonated from inside the temple.

"Very well, you won, take your henchmen home. I didn’t expect you to not only escape my illusion but also rebound it back to me, causing me a moment of bewilderment... You, not bad!"

Ning Fan exhaled a long murky breath and walked into the temple. The temple had none of the countless dark towers from the illusion; it was just a small, rundown temple of Nan Yao.

The two-sectioned courtyard had an inner courtyard where an elder in a blue leather jacket, with braided hair, sat, a base before him. He was rolling strips of clay as thick as an arm into the shape of a pot. As the base rotated, he smeared the clay pot’s surface with muddy hemp fibers, occasionally using a wooden stick to even out the rotating pot’s mouth.

In the courtyard, there were quite a few clay pots drying; not even a drop of rainwater fell into the temple.

Further out, a small kiln was built, seemingly for firing pots. Outside the kiln, a youth wearing an Ox Horn Mask was applying glaze to some pot blanks.

This was the very person Ning Fan had seen when signing up at the Blood Martial Arena.

"Why are you here, are you perhaps tracking me?" The youth, suspected to be Xianyu Chun, stood up suddenly, his gaze sharp on Ning Fan.

He seemed entirely unaware of the conflict between Ning Fan and the blue-robed elder.

Ning Fan had anticipated meeting Xianyu Chun here and wasn’t too surprised, giving him a deep look but saying nothing.

The blue-robed elder then spoke.

"Friend Chun, go busy yourself; it’s none of your business. He’s here to see me! By the way, remember our deal, you must fire me two million pots in your lifetime; you still owe me one million nine hundred ninety-nine thousand seven hundred sixty-two. No slacking!"

The blue-robed elder shot the masked youth a stern look.

The masked youth, deeply apprehensive, glanced at the blue-robed elder and then at Ning Fan, eventually saying nothing more and obediently returned to glazing the clay pots.

The aura the blue-robed elder displayed was extremely weak; on the surface, he seemed just like a common street vendor, but as his gaze focused, Ning Fan instantly felt a crushing pressure like mountains and seas.

A Second-Grade Quasi-Saint, yet even stronger than that Daoist Wood Pine, truly a terrifying mighty figure!

"I know this person; why is he here?" Ning Fan used the Secret Art of Prestige to relieve the elder’s pressure and asked.

If he was not mistaken, Xianyu Chun staying here to apply glaze to clay pots seemed like some special kind of cultivation practice... hardly seemed malicious.

"You are here to take away your henchman, not to gather information. Asking too much is not good!" the elder frowned.

"If I don’t get to the bottom of it, I can’t be at ease regarding this person’s safety." The implication was that he was worried the elder might be plotting against Xianyu Chun.

This was the worst-case scenario. If this Second-Grade Quasi-Saint elder had malicious plans against Xianyu Chun, Ning Fan admitted he was powerless to resist.

"You overthink. Mr. Niu never engages in scheming, if someone is to be killed, they’re killed directly; if harm is to be done, it’s done directly. Whether it’s this kid, you, or your turtle servant, it’s all the same!"

Having said that, the elder impatiently pointed at a water jar in the corner of the courtyard, then continued making pots, ignoring Ning Fan.

Wu Laoba was in that water jar.

Ning Fan approached and saw that the jar was half-filled with water, containing a strange large fish, seemingly weighing over ten pounds—quite plump; in the jar was also a sesame-sized black turtle, with naïve big eyes, surprisingly resembling Wu Laoba’s Eternal True Body shrunken countless times.

As for the strange fish, upon closer inspection, it seemed to be an ancient extinct Yellow Springs Whale, said to be a breed living in the Netherworld, yet was being kept as a pet by the elder, appearing to have shrunk countless times...

No, not shrunken, rather... near and far illusion!

This jar of water seemed close at hand, yet in reality, it was very far, very far... No matter how Ning Fan reached out, he couldn’t touch the water in the jar.

It was as if these two fish and one turtle lived in another world, another... reincarnation!

No wonder Wu Laoba couldn’t escape, because Wu Laoba didn’t understand reincarnation...

"You carry a trace of reincarnation aura, very faint, but truly comprehended by you. Use it to fish out your servant, I see no need for my assistance." The elder said without lifting his head.

"Hm, I can handle this myself, no need for the senior’s assistance."

Luckily, Ning Fan had just gained some understanding of reincarnation, otherwise, he wouldn’t have dared to boast about rescuing Wu Laoba.

But who would have thought... that Wu Laoba would actually be cursing him, haha, seems like he’s itching for a beating.

...

In the world inside the jar.

This was a boundless underwater world. Wu Laoba, in his turtle form, was swimming and cursing, while a Yellow Springs Whale, as massive as the starry sky, followed behind him with sympathetic eyes.

This Yellow Springs Whale wasn’t very intelligent; it couldn’t understand how such a heartless master could exist in the world to cruelly abuse such a cute little turtle.

The Yellow Springs Whale’s aura was incredibly strong, almost comparable to some weaker Immortal Emperors. Initially, Wu Laoba, who was trapped in the water jar, thought the Yellow Springs Whale was weak and easy to bully, but it turned out the whale subdued him in an instant. Fortunately, Wu Laoba immediately conceded, and the not-so-bright Yellow Springs Whale generously forgave him and agreed to Wu Laoba’s request to become sworn brothers.

"Second Brother, are you listening to what Big Brother is saying?"

"Roar roar—" trying to say ’I’m listening’ from the Yellow Springs Whale.

"Truly pitiful, Second Brother, you can’t even speak, but luckily I understand a little of the beast language of rare species, who would have thought, who would have thought it would come in handy today! Are you sympathizing with Big Brother? You are truly my good Second Brother!"

"Roar roar roar roar, roar roar roar roar roar, roar roar roar roar roar roar—" No sympathy, we are brothers, brothers don’t talk about sympathy!

"Good brother, let me continue then. Next, I will start my 1,842nd complaint: that damn star of misfortune hasn’t come to save me, definitely saw the enemy was strong and abandoned my little life, disloyal, not righteous! If it were him in trouble, I would definitely save him at all costs. I’m Wu Xiaoba, the most loyal turtle in the world, I would never be as heartless as that star of misfortune!"

"Roar roar roar—" Heartless!

"Next, I will start my 1,843rd complaint: that star of misfortune who plays with fire and urine every time they get something good never shares with me, even snatches my magical treasure, tell me, shouldn’t such a master be struck by lightning!"

"Roar roar roar roar—" Struck by lightning!

"Next, I will start my 1,844th complaint: that damn star of misfortune actually thinks I’m a Longyang, which is a huge insult to my personality! I’m Wu Xiaoba, how could I like men, I’m the most normal turtle in the world! And my 1,845th complaint, what right does the star of misfortune have, what right does he have to... hey, Second Brother, what are you looking at, Second Brother?"

In the midst of cursing, Wu Laoba suddenly noticed the whale’s eyes were off. A glance showed Ning Fan’s smiling face reflected in the endless water region.

Immediately, his whole body shook! Damn, the star of misfortune is here, how much did he hear!

"...Now... ahem ahem... I want to make one last complaint... that uh, I want to accuse the star of misfortune of being dashing and wise, with unmatched skills and world-shaking spells, damn it, I’m not convinced! How can there be such a perfect person in the world, making us ordinary folks unable to survive! Okay, I’m done complaining, next let me tell you a story, the story’s name is ’I Have a Good Master, I’ll Be Loyal for a Lifetime’..."

Haha.

Before Wu Laoba finished speaking, he suddenly felt a darkness before his eyes, and in the next instant, he had the sense of leaving the water region, and the Eternal True Body that was forcibly restrained finally dissipated.

Beside the jar, Ning Fan shook the water from his hand, and a tiny sesame-sized figure of Wu Laoba landed, instantly enlarging back to his original form.

"Complained and then changed your tune, don’t you think it’s a bit late?"

As Ning Fan spoke, Wu Laoba felt as if thunder was striking him.

Done for, changing his tune was too late!

"Master, I, I..." Wu Laoba shivered a bit, yet also felt an inexplicable emotion.

He didn’t really expect the flying sword to actually call the Master to save him, just wanted to scare that old man in green to let him know he had backing outside.

Who would have thought, that he truly managed to summon his Master...

If he had known how much Master cared about his safety, even if he was blinded by lard, he wouldn’t have cursed Master!

"Haha, plenty of time to complain once we return, no rush." Ning Fan smiled, but Wu Laoba had an urge to slap himself to death.

The star of misfortune is definitely angry!

Anyone who risked their life to save someone only to get cursed in return would be angry! This damned loose tongue, it’s over!

Ning Fan really wasn’t angry, just somewhat speechless at Wu Laoba’s nonsense. He had been accused of over 1,800 things, he was genuinely curious about what they all were.

Is he really that sinful? If so, that’s quite impressive. As for this Wu Laoba, he never expected loyalty from him.

"We’ll discuss your matter back home, for now, just be quiet."

Seeing Wu Laoba still wanting to make excuses, Ning Fan couldn’t be bothered to listen anymore and instead approached the old man in green, cupping his fists in gratitude.

He thanked him for his generosity and for not taking offense at Wu Laoba’s transgression, sparing his life.

He thanked him for the guidance, if contemplated thoroughly, Ning Fan might be able to derive the method to strengthen his divine sense from today’s guidance, thereby mastering the true Myriad Miles Wander.

The old man didn’t raise his head, seemingly ignoring Ning Fan’s gesture.

Just before Ning Fan opened his mouth, he unexpectedly spoke.

"Though you’re not a descendant of Tai Chang, you are fated with him as well. If you’re willing to pay the price, I can pass on the complete Divine Art Chant to you, so that Tai Chang’s divine skill won’t fall into decline."

"Oh? Senior would be willing to teach me the complete Divine Art Chant?" Ning Fan was slightly moved, and asked, "What price would the junior need to pay, in exchange for the complete Divine Art Chant?"

"Come another day, today I’m possessed by the Green Ox Spirit, focused solely on making this jar, not discussing transactions—wait until the Yellow Ox time to talk about this once more!"

With that, the old man lowered his head again, working on the base of the clay jar.