Longevity Chronicles-Chapter 277 - 203 Tao Qian Provokes Yuan Gong, Duobao’s Dark History_2

The word "fierce" was simply insufficient to describe him.

In Tao Qian's eyes, he was like a perfect and solid leg to cling to, and once embraced, he had no intention of ever letting go.

That former member of the Secret Demon Sect known as Yuan Gong even managed to overpower the Duobao Daoist in a one-on-one situation, making his true fighting power apparent.

And Yuan Gong, before his demise, deliberately left behind a complete set of Secret Demon Sacrifice Body Sword Technique, which greatly increased Tao Qian's estimation of the power of this sword technique.

Full of anticipation, Tao Qian directly took out the Yuan Gong Statue again.

Placing it atop the Jade Table in front of him and stimulating it with Immortal Spiritual Qi, he then spoke with a respectful tone, yet quite directly:

"Predecessor Yuan Gong!"

"By a stroke of luck, I have gained three styles of the Secret Demon Sacrifice Body Sword Technique, which seems to have some karmic connection with this divine skill. Now..."

Before Tao Qian could finish speaking, he saw a swirl of smoke suddenly emerge from the small clay figure.

Out of the smoke, a cultivator of astonishing stature and an extremely imposing middle-aged appearance leaped out.

He was dressed in white robes, wearing a white hat; his appearance was quaint, not resembling the Human Clan, with a pair of red eyebrows that soared into his temples like swords.

Even though Tao Qian knew he was only a Divine Thought illusion from hundreds of years ago, far from comparable to the real body,

Still, eye contact with him at this moment gave rise to the illusion of a soul-stinging pain.

"Too much nonsense!"

"Your pretentious respectfulness, your only goal is to have me pass on to you the swordsmanship techniques for killing.

"Sure enough, a disciple of that shameless Duobao Daoist, with a nature no different."

As soon as the Yuan Gong illusion appeared, without teaching any swordsmanship, it started to scold Tao Qian fiercely.

Tao Da, the Great Master, couldn't bear this grievance and promptly argued:

"Predecessor Yuan Gong, do not wrong me, even if you do not pass on the sword technique to me, I harbor no complaints, no resentment will arise."

"It's just a set of Secret Demon Sacrifice Body Sword Technique, isn't it? If Yuan Gong does not pass it on, I too have other ways to obtain it from the Demon Thoughts of the Outer Realm Demons, it will just take some more time, which is nothing."

"My respectful demeanor is genuinely in admiration of Predecessor Yuan Gong's methods of slaughter."

"I heard that Predecessor Yuan had once fought with my master for an entire day, before dying a regrettable death in defeat."

"It is quite unfortunate that the Predecessor passed away, but to be entangled with my master for so long is also enough to earn my respect."

Listening to Tao Qian, it seemed he was praising Yuan Gong.

But upon hearing this, Yuan Gong's red eyebrows instantly rose in anger, and he retorted:

"Nonsense! Who told you that?"

"You boy, explain to me, what do you mean by 'dying a regrettable death in defeat'?"

"If I hadn't first gone to slay those Demon Cultivators who were seizing an opportunity to plunder, how could it have come to Duobao that rascal's turn to benefit."

"Haven't you already learned that 'Demon Cleansing Style'? You should know the power of this style and the price to be paid."

"If it weren't for such circumstances, I wouldn't fear battling that Duobao for three days and three nights," Tao Qian said.

"Duobao, Duobao, indeed, he relies solely on his plethora of treasures. Though he claims to fight alone, he actually bombards people with magical treasures. It's truly a shame for us cultivators."

"If it weren't for the siege by the Daoist and Buddhist factions against the Secret Demon Sect at that time, leaving no one to aid us, why would I fear him?"

"That Heavenly Punishment Demon-slaying Sword is also blind—such a fine Immortal Sword casting its lot with such a shameless master..." Yuan Gong paused mid-sentence as if realizing something and suddenly stopped speaking.

His head stiffly lowered, eyes filled with infinite sharpness beneath his reddish brows, he suddenly fixed his gaze on Tao Qian, who was listening with great relish, as if only missing some fruits and wine to enjoy the show.

Although he was merely a phantasm left behind from hundreds of years ago, his original self possessed astonishing divine skills and cultivation, and this phantasm was even more animated than the Buddha Light illusion left by Bai Qin back in the day.

Despite being a straightforward White Ape and having cultivated for many years, he wasn't lacking in wisdom.

Seeing Tao Qian's behavior, how could he not understand?

This junior was intentionally provoking him to share the juicy secrets of bygone days.

Especially when it involved his own master's dark history, Tao Qian was extremely eager to listen.

"Senior Yuan Gong, why have you stopped? Please, continue."

"Rest assured, I have always been tight-lipped. There's no chance I will report you to my master."

"Besides, you've been dead for so many years with not even a grave to your name, so you likely don't care about these matters."

As Tao Qian uttered these words,

Yuan Gong's reddish brows suddenly began to quiver, and his features became more animated, followed by his bursting into a hearty laugh.

"Indeed, it's strikingly similar."

"Your shamelessness, boy, is indistinguishable from that of Duobao back in the day."

"That fellow was clearly invited by the Canxuan Sect to assist them and had been promised benefits beforehand. But upon arriving at our Secret Demon Mountain Gate, he immediately showed his true colors."

"Faster at scouring for treasures than those locust-like demon cultivators by threefold, that fellow was proficient in the Divination Technique. He could calculate the location of treasures within our Mountain Gate with a flick of his fingers, even reaching those secret places that I, as a Secret Demon Elder, was unaware of, digging three feet into the ground to find them."

"Some of your righteous fellow sect members couldn't stand it and wanted him to restrain himself a little. But aside from his Divination, he also cultivated the Ten Thousand Treasure Secret. Treasures that others painstakingly consecrated and unraveled forbidden techniques to obtain would willingly go to him upon his beckoning."

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"If the rightful owners came to him, he would adopt a helpless look, claiming that 'the treasure and he were fated to be together.' If the treasure came willingly, how could he send it away? He infuriated countless Daoist cultivators to madness."

"The Daoist cultivators were still okay, but the demon cultivators had it worse. If they were unlucky enough to encounter him, without even a greeting, they would be bombarded by his Ten Thousand Treasures and their hard-earned treasures would naturally end up in his hands..."

Yuan Gong spoke with great pleasure, and Tao Qian had to admit, he thoroughly enjoyed listening.

However, as the conversation progressed, Tao Qian's heart started to feel uneasy.

A sudden pit formed in his stomach and he thought to himself,

"Trouble is coming!"

"I'm still within the Mountain Gate, got a little carried away, and intentionally incited Senior Yuan Gong to recount the dark history of my master. If my master heard it, wouldn't I suffer a beating?"

As this thought struck him, Tao Qian could almost see his nominal master's hands, rubbed clean of all their old dirt, reaching through the air towards him.

Quickly regaining his composure, he sought to interrupt Yuan Gong, who had warmed to his topic and was now chattering incessantly.

Tao Qian was quick to react, but it was still too late.

The door to the quiet room flew open with a "bang," and a force of mana came sweeping in.

It first struck Tao Qian, then swirled towards Yuan Gong.

Simultaneously, Duobao True Monarch's clearly annoyed and somewhat embarrassed voice reverberated through the quiet room.

"You unruly red-browed old thing. Dead all these years and you still can't settle down."

"I kindly assisted you, found such a good successor to prevent your prized Sacrifice Sword technique from being lost."

"You don't appreciate my kindness, and instead, you've tainted my reputation in front of this junior."

"Saying that I attack people with magical treasures, pah! Don't flatter yourself, red-browed monkey. Unless your Secret Demon Sect Master with grass growing over his grave rises from his tomb, you alone aren't worthy of me using my Ten Thousand Treasures to strike you—wishful thinking."

"Come on then, I won't take advantage of your mere poor phantasm. Let's fight once more with this feeble mana, and show this youngster the prowess of his master."

ps: Still sick, but fought to churn out four thousand words to maintain consistency.