Beast Taming: I gained the talent of a spirit pet.

Chapter 166 Lord Kurumu!

"This……"

Sha Luosheng's forehead was covered with sweat. Although he knew that He Ling Zhenren had already imprisoned this space, he still subconsciously glanced around with a guilty conscience, and then whispered:

"Uncle Li said that the Red Dragon Immortal Palace contains the Red Dragon Taoist's most precious treasure, the Flame Dragon Jade Seal. This item will be of great benefit to him in comprehending the Pure Yang Dao and achieving the Yin God Dao Fruit, so this time we must enter the Red Dragon Immortal Palace to retrieve it."

"It's like a toad yawning so loudly!"

Upon hearing this, He Ling Zhenren sneered:

"What a treasure the Flame Dragon Jade Seal is! Over the past thousands of years, countless senior masters have entered the Red Dragon Immortal Palace in search of it, but ultimately returned empty-handed. Among them were some powerful Yin Gods and even Yang Gods. How could Li Changsheng be so worthy of such a treasure that he could accomplish something that those senior masters couldn't?"

Sha Luosheng smiled awkwardly, but did not dare to comment further.

On Yaowang Mountain, apart from the two supreme elders who are high above, the rest of the sect leaders and even the nine elders are the backbone of the mountain gate.

Moreover, any cultivator who has forged a golden elixir, especially one who has forged a top-grade elixir, has the same status as an elder.

As for the true disciples, their status is equivalent to that of half an elder.

Li Changsheng's elixir is of top grade, and the best among the top grades. It is the seed of the primordial spirit, and has the hope of becoming a true immortal of the primordial spirit. It has a bright future, and its status is slightly higher than that of elders like He Ling Zhenren.

True Man He Ling could speak and evaluate Li Changsheng, but he was just an inner sect disciple, so naturally he didn't dare to say much.

Although Li Changsheng is of the same generation as him, or even younger than him, Li Changsheng has forged a first-grade golden elixir, so his status is naturally incomparable to his.

"So Li Changsheng is here too..."

Gu Yuan glanced at the pavilion in the distance and was secretly surprised.

He was naturally familiar with the name "Li Changsheng". Over the past period of time, he had heard it so many times that his ears and eyes were almost callused.

This man is the Qilin son of the Li family, a thousand-year-old family in Qinzhou. He possesses a pure Yang Taoist body and was born with extraordinary signs. He was directly accepted as a disciple by the Supreme Elder of Yaowang Mountain, and now he has even become a top-grade elixir.

Moreover, he was the leader pushed out by the aristocratic faction, and he alone was able to suffocate many disciples of the sect.

And it seems that his master is quite dissatisfied with Li Changsheng, and there seems to be some conflict between the two.

"Since he has this idea, I naturally won't stop him. I want to see if he can get what he wants!"

Seeing that Sha Luosheng didn't dare to speak, He Ling Zhenren snorted coldly with some dissatisfaction and waved his hand to let him leave.

"Okay, you go down first."

"Yes, uncle."

Sha Luosheng bowed again, then nodded to Gu Yuan.
"Junior Brother Gu, goodbye..."

"Brother Sha, take care."

Gu Yuan said quickly.

Sarasheng said nothing more and turned away.

Gu Yuan watched the other person go away, then retracted his gaze and looked at Master He Ling: "Master, can I trust this Senior Brother Sha?"

He Ling Zhenren naturally understood what he meant and simply said, "Your Senior Brother Sha is a disciple of one of my junior brothers. Although we are from the same sect and are quite close, it is precisely because of this that you need to be more cautious."

"Disciple understands."

Gu Yuan nodded in understanding.

His potential enemies now are not only the aristocratic factions, but even the people from the sect cannot be trusted.

The reason is very simple...interests. When it comes to these two words, even blood relatives such as parents and brothers may turn against each other, let alone fellow disciples?

Master He Ling continued:
"In Yaowang Mountain, don't trust anyone, not even your master, let alone Sha Luosheng. A cultivator's life is in his own hands! After all, there are countless means in this world. My face and identity can be impersonated. Even I could be sacrificed and trained into a life-demon. The only person you can trust is yourself." Seeing that Gu Yuan had taken these words to heart, He Ling Zhenren stopped talking and waved his sleeves, saying, "Alright, follow me."

As he spoke, Master He Ling walked forward first.

Gu Yuan did not ask what they were going to do, but followed Master He Ling obediently.

Soon, the two came to a small courtyard in the mountains.

This small courtyard is located in front of a bamboo forest on a small hill. It is built with bamboo and wood, with cool breezes and elegant scenery.

In the yard, an old man with a skinny body, skin as black as iron, and white hair was sitting cross-legged in the yard, closing his eyes and resting, motionless.

After taking a look at the skinny old man, Gu Yuan was a little surprised, because he could not detect any vitality in the old man.

Any living person, even a monk, has vitality.

Only dead people have no chance of life.

However, the skinny old man in front of him had his chest rising and falling slightly, and was clearly a living person.

Gu Yuan simply put aside all distracting thoughts and used his swordsmanship to sense, and then he "saw" a big tree.

This tree reaches from heaven to earth, with its trunk like a pillar supporting the sky. Its branches spread over a radius of hundreds of miles, like a ferocious dragon with bared fangs and claws. The bark is black, hard and mottled, full of traces of wind, rain and time, revealing an ancient and vicissitudes of life.

Anyone who sees this tree will be amazed.

However, the only flaw is that the tree is withered, with bare, lonely branches of varying thicknesses, without a single leaf on them.

It gave Gu Yuan a dry and dead feeling, as if it had been withered for who knows how many years.

The next moment, Gu Yuan’s eyes became blurry, and the towering tree disappeared.

The person who appeared before Gu Yuan was still the skinny old man from before.

It was clear to him that the old man in front of him was clearly a powerful man with extraordinary cultivation.

"He Ling pays homage to Master Ku Mu!"

Zhenren He Ling came to the skinny old man and bowed to him.

"Disciple Gu Yuan, I pay my respects to the Grandmaster!"

Gu Yuan quickly followed suit and saluted.

The skinny old man in front of him is most likely a giant Yin God, as he is called Master by Master He Ling.

The skinny old man slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were dim, even a little deep and turbid, just like an old man in the secular world, without any majesty.

However, Gu Yuan always felt that the old man's eyes had a different flavor, as if there was a ray of life hidden in the dead silence.

"It's Xiaohe..."

True Lord Kurumu's eyes twitched slightly, and he spoke slowly, "Didn't you go down the mountain? Why are you back so soon?"

His voice was hoarse and low, like two pieces of wood rubbing against each other.

Noticing Gu Yuan's strange look, He Ling Zhenren, unusually embarrassed, said, "Uncle Master, we are all on the suspended dragon boat now. Did you forget that you also came down the mountain?"

"Too."

A glimmer of clarity flashed through True Lord Kurumu's cloudy old eyes, and he sighed, "Alas, this man is getting more and more useless as he gets older. He can't even remember some things."

(End of this chapter)