Free Web NovelChapter 1897: Chapter 1760: Origin_2
At the Opening Light stage, one can hurt others with a flying sword; at the Core Formation stage, one can ride the wind and wield a sword.
Previously, Song Yun thought it was a far-off dream, but now he’s able to take hundred-meter steps, giving him a taste of the sweet rewards.
He’s eagerly anticipating that upon entering a new realm, Yin Xi’s Manual will unlock another secret Chapter. He doesn’t know what it will be, but it’s bound to be powerful.
Moreover, the content of Yin Xi’s Manual in his mind is 99% blurred, and only advancing in cultivation will make it clear.
Suddenly, Song Yun is very keen to train and improve, filled with interest in the unknown future.
When he was young, he was forced by his master to cultivate, then it became a habit, and later he practiced to become stronger.
But now, he’s genuinely interested in cultivation.
With a smile tugging at his mouth, he murmured to himself: "I must fully decipher this Yin Xi’s Manual and see all its contents."
The helicopter landed on the helipad of the army’s subdivision, and the troops arranged a car to take Song Yun to his destination.
As he passed the mountain, Song Yun suddenly thought, "Shen Yan, with the Shen Family ’Shen’ Token, could it be related to the Shen Yan Family?"
Shaking his head, Song Yun found his idea very ridiculous.
If the Shen Yan Family could control poker cards, they would undoubtedly become a prestigious clan.
Song Yun followed the mountain road straight to the Green Dragon Sect.
Every time he returned to the Green Dragon Sect, Song Yun couldn’t understand why, regardless of how restless he felt inside, he would always find peace.
It seems that there’s an unusual calming magic amidst these mountain peaks.
"Woof, woof, woof."
As he reached the peak’s plaza, the yellow watchdog, Cannonball, barked and ran over.
But halfway, seeing it was him, Cannonball stopped again and lay down on the ground.
Cannonball has a psychological shadow when it comes to Song Yun; if it can avoid getting close, it will.
The disciples at the door were excited upon seeing the elusive Sect Leader, and pulled Song Yun inside.
"That troublemaker is back again?"
A lazy voice came from the Green Dragon Sect, and an old man holding a wine gourd walked out.
Upon seeing Song Yun, he chuckled, shook the gourd in his hand, and said: "Disciple, the Daughter’s Red you brought for your master is already finished. What tribute have you brought for your master today?"
Song Yun looked at his master with disgust: "I almost died outside, everyone’s fathers, masters, and so on came to help, but you were here drinking. Do you even consider me your disciple?"
The old man laughed: "You don’t understand. It’s because your master knew you could handle it. Didn’t you defeat those guys?"
Song Yun raised an eyebrow: "You know what happened?"
The old man raised his head, took a sip of wine, and said: "More or less, I guess."
"At least you have some conscience, paying attention to me, otherwise I’d be so heartbroken."
Song Yun pouted, headed straight to the back of the Taoist temple, and said: "Old man, hurry up, I have something to ask you."
"What kind of attitude is that? Is that how you talk to your master?"
Although the old man said this, his face was still smiling, and he followed Song Yun to the back.
Upon reaching the old man’s living quarters courtyard, the two sat down in the room, and Song Yun got straight to the point: "Old man, don’t beat around the bush today. I have several questions to ask you, and you must answer me. Otherwise"
"Or you’ll just die for me?" The old man interrupted: "Then go ahead and die."
Seeing his master’s attitude, Song Yun was speechless. If he hadn’t encountered such an eccentric master, he felt he wouldn’t have become the mischievous person he is today.
Of course, he felt more gratitude and affection toward his master.
He gave the old man a sidelong glance and continued: "Forget it, I won’t threaten you anymore. I’ll get straight to the point. First thing, what realm are you actually at?" frёewebηovel.cѳm
The old man didn’t bat an eye and said earnestly: "S-level."
As soon as he spoke, Song Yun abruptly struck, slapping toward the old man’s face.
Unfazed, the old man pressed down with his right hand, pinning Song Yun’s palm firmly to the table, and continued sipping wine with his left hand.
Song Yun tugged on his hand but couldn’t move it.
Only when the master released it did he finally pull it back.
He slapped the table and grumbled: "Master, can’t you tell the truth? I’m already SS-level, alright? If you’re only S-level, how could you handle me so easily?"
The old man remained calm, slowly corked his gourd, and casually said: "If that’s the case, then I must be SS-level."
"You..."
Song Yun frowned and said: "Old man, can’t you just be honest with me?"
The old man paused, smiled, and said: "In any case, I am stronger than you. As for my actual level, I’ll tell you once you can defeat me." freewebnøvel.com
Song Yun’s eyes brightened: "Really?"
"That’s a promise, I’ll keep my word," the old man replied, shaking his head.
Song Yun suddenly stood up and said seriously: "If that’s the case, let’s have a match right now."
The old man shook his head: "I know you’ve been practicing some strange movement technique, your speed is impressive, but you won’t be able to beat me."
Song Yun insisted: "How will we know if we don’t try?"
"Alright then, let’s head to the plaza."
The old man stood up and they went together to the plaza in front of the Daoist temple.
Once they stood firm, Song Yun stepped forward and in an instant, appeared behind the old man, punching towards his back.
Just as he was about to touch the old man’s back, the old man grabbed his wrist, swiftly turned, and aimed a chop at his neck.
Song Yun felt a chill, wanted to dodge, but his wrist was tightly held by the old man, unable to move.
The old man’s hand stopped just in front of Song Yun’s neck.
Everything happened in a flash.
If the old man’s hand had struck down, Song Yun’s throat would surely have been shattered.
The old man withdrew his hand, released Song Yun’s wrist, and laughed: "Little brat, you actually want to fight me? You’re still far from my level."
Song Yun looked at his master, terrified.
He had thought he was already very strong but realized he was still far inferior to his master.
Perhaps his master had already reached the threshold of using martial arts to enter the Dao.
The old man turned and walked away, not looking back: "Your speed is an advantage. However, your attack speed isn’t enough, so a surprise attack can best utilize your advantage. But if controlled, your advantage is lost."
"Of course, you’re currently at the early SS-level. With such a peculiar movement technique, there are very few within SS-level who can defeat you; you nearly stand an invincible position."
Song Yun caught up and asked in confusion: "Master, why don’t you ask what movement technique I’m practicing?"
"Why should I ask?" The old man scoffed at Song Yun and said: "Everyone has their own opportunities, you learning such a powerful movement technique only makes me happy for you. Otherwise, I wouldn’t think of anything else."
Song Yun rarely saw his master being so serious, momentarily felt uneasy, and didn’t recover for a while.
The old man said: "Any other questions? Ask quickly."
Song Yun asked: "By the way, master, what exactly do you do? Why do those who know you call you ’senior’?"
"What else could I be, just the Great Elder of the Green Dragon Sect."
"Can’t you tell the truth?"
Song Yun felt a bit helpless; talking to his master was really exhausting.
The old man looked at Song Yun’s frustrated expression, laughed and said: "At least you know I’m badass, that’s enough. At least within the mainland, no one dares to offend me."
"You’re even more powerful than the Shaolin Abbot, Wudang Sect Leader, Great Sacrificial Priest of Taishan, those old monsters of Kunlun?"
"Of course."
The old man stroked his chin, full of pride.
Song Yun didn’t know if his master was telling the truth, stopped asking, and took out the "Shen" Token, saying: "Alright, one last question. Do you know what this thing is?"
The old man took the token, looked at it, and showed a serious expression, speaking in a deep voice: "The waist token of the Shen Family, something only a direct descendant possesses. Where did you get this?"
Hearing this, Song Yun knew there was something, and said: "It was found on Qingyang. Tell me, what’s the background of the Shen Family."
The old man looked at the token and said solemnly: "The Shen Family, originating from ancient times."
