Chapter 597: Chapter 326: Dragon Hook Secret Technique [Herbalist]
The cold wind blows, but the banquet still resounds with laughter.
"Wow, this cake is great!"
"Black Forest, right?"
"Children love this, take some home for your daughter."
Beside the table, Professor Zhang picked up his cup again and took a sip of wine.
"Sigh, Song Yin, that guy, doing such things in prison...
"Certainly has been a great help to the Immortal Committee.
"But for himself, it’s a form of self-torment.
"Using brutal methods to harm others, over time, the eyes see too much bloodshed, the heart slowly becomes cold and hard, and one becomes less normal..."
Bai Mo responded casually, instinctively holding his disciple Char Siubun tightly.
"Awo?"
Char Siubun looked up at his master, sensing the master’s unusual state.
Could it be a danger?
It frowned, immediately putting down its roasted meat front paw, licking the oil at the corner of its mouth, and the whole fox shrunk into its master’s arms, revealing only a fat head from the crook of the master’s arm, feeling smug.
Foxes are very cunning!
Detecting danger, the first response is to burrow into the master’s embrace!
As long as the master is there, there is nothing to fear!
Bai Mo instinctively patted his disciple’s head, frowning.
"What’s going on?"
His Divine Sense spread out, checked again several times, but this Immortal Committee, this North Suburb Base, everything seemed normal, no sign of anything amiss.
...
In the dreamscape, it was morning.
Beneath the dark clouds, the roaring wind swept past the crumbling walls.
Ye Han sat in a battered shack, practicing painting talisman with a brush.
The Red Ink Ancient Immortal beside him watched the apprentice’s brushstrokes, nodding occasionally.
"Very good, not bad.
"It’s getting better and better."
Ye Han suddenly looked up.
"Master, will the Dragon Hook Secret Technique I used be discovered?"
The Red Ink Ancient Immortal grinned.
"Your worry is completely unnecessary.
"Every Prince Blood Technique is formidable!
"Even though your Blood Technique hasn’t fully awakened yet, it’s not so easily discovered.
"Throughout the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, there are very few who can see through the Dragon Hook Secret Technique.
"In the Talisman Path, if cultivated to Sequence Five [Blood Talisman Master] and learning the Great Immortal Technique [Heaven and Earth Painting Hide], it may reveal your Blood Technique.
"In the Immortal Martial Path, if cultivated to Sequence Four [Master of Arc String] and learning the Great Immortal Technique [Soul String Harmony], it may reveal your Blood Technique.
"Also, with the Immortal Beast [Diting], cultivated to Sequence Five, it may reveal.
"The Immortal Beast [Six-Eared Macaque], cultivated to Sequence Four, it may reveal.
"The Immortal Artifact [Six Harmonies Mirror], if used properly, can reveal.
"The Immortal Artifact [Ten Thousand Soldiers], which contains the [Earth Ear Xuan Armor Soldiers], can reveal."
Ye Han nodded.
These unfamiliar names share a common trait... all are far from him, and certainly not found in this world.
"What about the Divination Path? Will it predict me?"
The Ancient Immortal grinned.
"Your Blood Technique fears divination the least!
"Do you know how many causes and effects the Prince Bloodline touches?
"This cause and effect, no one dares touch, no one dares divine, whoever calculates dies!"
Ye Han was still uneasy, asking his most feared question.
"Pills... what about the Alchemist Path?
"Is there a possibility..."
The Ancient Immortal pondered for a long time, smacking his lips.
"No need to fear.
"The Alchemist Path... basically can’t deal with your Blood Technique.
"In history, there was an Emperor Cyan, [Qing Fu Emperor], legend has it, while at Sequence Six, he had a very strong communication ability with plants, he had an Immortal Technique called [Herbalist], but... even in the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, this is just a legend."
Emperor Cyan?
Ye Han heard the name and instinctively recalled a poem.
"If one day I become Emperor Cyan, shall I bloom alongside the peach blossoms?"
The Ancient Immortal laughed.
"Does your civilization also have legends of Emperor Cyan?
"Hahaha, it seems the civilization hasn’t completely vanished!
"In any case, don’t worry about these things, Emperor Cyan seems to be the predecessor of the Flowing Fire Emperor? Or the predecessor’s predecessor? Long dead."
...
At the banquet.
Bai Mo holding his disciple, taking a sip of red wine, frowns.
"Shall we, try that?"
He rubbed his temples, his Divine Sense spread like an invisible wind, blowing through the North Suburb Base, through every corner, swaying every blade of grass, every leaf.
His voice and will, through this wind-like Divine Sense, informed every tree, every blade of grass.
"All born and raised in the North Suburb Base, something major is wrong.
"It seems to be sick.
"Everyone here may have already been harmed.
"Those who watered you, those who loosened your soil, those who sowed you, may have already fallen victim.
"Continuing like this, the North Suburb Base may become increasingly sick, may cease to exist, may become a deserted wasteland once more.
"Everyone, tell me, from midsummer to now, from green leaves to withered leaves, from torrential rain to frost, what has happened here at the North Suburb Base during this time?
"Any heard word is kindness, not to be forgotten.
"Tonight’s dew, tomorrow’s sunrise, promises you all, blossoms on every tree!"
Swoosh...
The cool wind blows.
The grass at the North Suburb Base sways.
The trees at the North Suburb Base rustle.
People at the banquet suddenly become somewhat aware.
"Why does the wind seem stronger?"
"The wind hasn’t changed, it’s the trees moving?"
"Hahaha, it’s your mind that’s unsettled!"
Professor Zhang’s ankle felt a bit itchy, he looked down, and saw it was a swaying leaf, brushing against his ankle.
"Haha."
He laughed and moved his foot away.
Bai Mo seemed tired, holding his disciple, slightly lifting his head, closing his eyes.
Listening intently, in truth, to the voices of plants carried by the wind!
...
In the dreamscape.
Ye Han placed down the final stroke.
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