“As the eighth generation heir of the Dragon Seeking Lineage, I officially accept you as my disciple, and from now on, you are the ninth generation heir of my Dragon Seeking Lineage.” Qin Huayang said in a deep voice: “Dragon Seeking Lineage, but ask for a clear conscience and protect my human race, can you do it?”
“I can do it!”
Qin Hai insisted.
Qin Huayang laughed and said, “All right, get up.”
Qin Hai Hai did not want to kneel for too long and hurriedly got up.
“Hai Hai.” Qin Huayang said, “You entered the world with obsessive thoughts, a cultivation growth like a rocket, but also fell under the inheritance, I still have a year, this year will explain for you to explain, you kid, say you dish you don’t be unconvinced.”
Qin Dahai instantly bristled.
He didn’t say he was strong.
Qin Huayang knew what he was thinking and said, “It took me more than a hundred years to reach the seventh level of the Dragon Quest Dao, but you have risen six levels in less than a year. ”
Qin Hai was instantly deflated.
Knowing that he wasn’t bragging.
Now he understood that the memory he had inherited was only a partial memory, but this partial memory also included his once formidable battle against five gods with the seventh level of the Dragon Seeking Dao Skill.
“Master.” Qin Dahai was lying lazily on the beach and said, “I’ve had a hole poked in my heart, so there’s really no use talking about this now.”
“Hey.” Qin Huayang was amused and laughed, “Don’t think I don’t know what you have in mind, but you’re just ashamed that I stopped you from cracking the dragon’s blood? I have already put your body into the Green Dragon Coffin, after three years, if you have the blood of your relatives, you will be able to recover.”
“The blood of a relative?” Qin Hai raised an eyebrow and said, “Master, where did you stuff my body? The Green Dragon Coffin? A coffin? You buried me? Where can I get the blood of my relatives if I’m buried?”
Qin Huayang laughed, “You will naturally understand after three years when you come out of the world, there is no use talking about this now, get up for me, from now on, I will explain to you the Dragon Seeking Technique one by one.”
Qin Hai was not joking either.
He was busy getting up honestly.
Qin Huayang has been cultivating for more than a hundred years and is an authentic old man, whose understanding of the Dragon Quest Dao Dao is naturally much deeper than his own.
In fact, his explanation also let Qin Hai know that his past strength was really like a pavilion in the air.
He had been eager to improve his strength from the very beginning, and once he reached the critical point of breakthrough, he had never had time to consider whether his cultivation was complete or not. Entering the Dao with his obsession allowed him to ignore most of the bottlenecks, but at this moment, in looking back, he had not even cultivated the first layer successfully, and many steps had only been hurriedly pa*sed.
But now there was Qin Huayang’s explanation.
His perception of the Dragon Seeking Dao Skill was also gradually rising.
I believe that as soon as his torso is restored, he will be able to fill in his deficiencies as quickly as possible.
A year was not a long time to say the least, but not a short time to say the least.
Qin Huayang taught all he could in that year, and it was only when the deadline was up that he stopped explaining.
“Master.”
Qin Hai’s tone was slightly lowered.
Qin Huayang shook his head and laughed, “It’s not like I’m dead.”
“You’re still alive?” Qin Dahai’s eyes widened.
Qin Huayang gave him an unpleasant glare before saying, “The current me is just a consciousness fused in the inherited dragon blood, it will naturally disappear once the time has pa*sed, although I don’t know if I will be alive now, I always feel that there is still a ray of life remaining.”
“Then do you know where your body is?” Qin Dahai was busy asking.
Qin Huayang shook his head and said, “I don’t know, but I know that the enemy trapping me is very strong, if you have not cultivated the Dragon Seeking Dao Skill to the eighth level, you must not dive into the deep sea at will, this is a warning, do you hear me?”
“Yes.”
Qin Hai was busy a*suring down.
Qin Huayang nodded in satisfaction and added, “After you come out of the world, don’t feel free to reveal your identity, the dead can do far more than the living, if you have the chance, go to the Ghost Cave Legacy in the Forgotten Lands and learn their method of subterfuge, it will be very helpful to you, even if you face the gods, you won’t fall into desperation.”
“Yes!” Qin Hai answered.
Spots of light appeared on Qin Huayang’s body, and after taking a look at them, he smiled, “There is also Dragon Qi and Jade Seal, when you absorbed Wu Zetian’s Divine Seal, it made you fit in with heaven and earth greatly, in the future when you recapture the Heirloom Jade Seal, if you can fuse the Qi of the Dragon Veins of the world, you will be invincible then.”
“My disciple understands.” Qin Hai said.
Qin Huayang smiled.
No more was said.
As light erupted within his body, his entire body soon turned into nothingness.
Qin Hai sighed, before squeezing his fist and saying, “Master, no matter what, I will get you out.”
As Qin Huayang’s will disappeared.
He was alone again in this spiritual sea, but he would not feel any loneliness.
After all, he could have survived the bizarre void of space before he came here, and as this was his own sea of consciousness, he certainly would not feel any discomfort mentally.
So he sat down peacefully on his knees.
He continued to perceive everything Qin Huayang had taught him.
He would use these two years to completely solidify it, and to keep refining his spiritual will so that he could get Lin Ru Ling back even after he came out of the world.
He just didn’t know how far Lin Ru Ling would go when he saw her again.
Two years.
For many people it’s just a flash in the pan.
Especially for the old paintings who repeat the same job day in and day out, it’s not much different from a blink of an eye.
Today is the third day of March.
It is still a good day.
It was also a nice breeze around Mt. Mang, and Old Paint continued his patrol with his hunting dog, but not smoking, as he was once caught smoking and criticised.
Leading the hunting dog, he slowly made his way through the Mang Mountains.
Soon he sensed that something was wrong.
As to what was wrong, he couldn’t say, but this feeling had only appeared on that one occasion, more than forty years ago, and it was that day that more than a hundred people had died.
Looking at the windy and beautiful day.
The old painting still couldn’t help but shiver: “I hope it won’t be the same as the last time.”
But he was still thinking poorly.
A slight tremor suddenly came from beneath his feet.
He shivered, and before he could return to his senses, the earth beneath those feet shook violently, dropping him to his knees, while the hound was again prostrate on the ground, shivering.
At that moment.
He suddenly remembered a saying.
The Nine Yin break, the Dragon Gate opens!
