I Fabricated the Techniques, but my disciple really mastered them?-Chapter 1029 - 532: Teachings from the Taoist Ancestor_2

And to think that I, of all people, would have such fortune, such incredible fate, to become a maiden in the service of a Taoist Ancestor!

Muxiao was somewhat dazed, grasped by a hand and in the blink of an eye, found himself within this small courtyard. The grey air that enshrouded him had dissipated, revealing his true form.

What shocked him even more was that his powerful strength seemed to have vanished, not a trace could he sense.

Yet, he could still feel his own power, which meant that his strength was merely restrained.

How the other party restrained his power, he could not perceive even the slightest clue!

In the small courtyard, mundane and ordinary, a youth sat leisurely under a large tree, enjoying his tea and pastries with ease.

A breathtakingly beautiful woman was serving at his side, the youth’s maid.

But the youth seemed so ordinary, without the slightest aura of strength, as though he was just a commoner, a scion of nobility enjoying the service of his maiden.

The stunningly beautiful woman did possess some strength, but it was not formidable; Muxiao could extinguish her with a single breath.

Muxiao’s eyes widened as he stared at the youth, knowing that the person who took action must be the one seated so leisurely in the chair.

The more ordinary he seemed, the more it indicated that his strength was beyond measure, far surpassing Muxiao’s perceptive capabilities.

"Who are you?"

Muxiao finally could not hold back and asked.

The youth was not Taicang, yet he was within the Taicang Domain. Could he be the heir of Taicang?

The heir of Taicang surpassing Taicang himself in such a short amount of time?

This was beyond belief for him.

Not much time had passed since the great battle, since the fall of Taicang.

Of course, what Muxiao considered not much time was in relation to his own long lifespan, in comparison to the long epochs that Taicang spent creating the Domain.

Even if the other party had started cultivating before Taicang’s fall, the fact that he had surpassed Taicang in strength in less than a thousandth of Taicang’s time was simply inconceivable.

How could such a monstrous existence be present in this world?

Taicang himself was monstrous enough, but it also took him a very long time to reach this level of strength.

As soon as Muxiao’s words fell, he saw a figure that he had ignored a moment ago leap out from beside the big tree, berating him, "How dare you, having seen the Taoist Ancestor, you still do not kneel and kowtow in greeting?"

The Taoist Ancestor?!

Muxiao’s mind buzzed, and although it was the first time he heard this title, he felt it signified an unfathomable existence with such high cultivation and powerful strength that he wasn’t even qualified to look up to him!

While his heart was in shock, he looked at the youth and his eyes widened even further.

At that moment, what did he see?

An enigmatic radiance flickered around the youth, with a backdrop that seemed like the primal chaos from ancient times, the ages yet to be born, and the unseen chaos that wasn’t revealed. It appeared as if he existed before time, beyond the Imperishable Chaos.

What kind of existence was this?

Muxiao’s heart trembled violently, and even his legs started to quiver slightly. Even that being from the Imperishable Temple paled in comparison to the youth before him.

The Taoist Ancestor!!!

This title echoed in his mind, and a sense of reverence and an unstoppable emotion were slowly growing in his heart.

Feng Yan was brimming with excitement, and it was finally his turn to strut his stuff.

Furthermore, his opponent was a Master of Heaven and Earth level being.

He strode forward, raised his hand, and with a thud, forced Muxiao to kneel down. He reprimanded, "Having seen the Taoist Ancestor is such a fortunate opportunity; you dare to be insolent. Kneel properly and await the Taoist Ancestor’s decree!"

After speaking, Feng Yan pulled out a whip, standing by Muxiao’s side like a guard ready to execute punishment at any moment, prepared to lash down the whip the instant he displayed any disrespect.

At that moment, a surge of violent aura erupted within Muxiao, his eyes glowing greener and stronger, his breathing growing heavier, and his already fierce face looked even more terrifying.

Could it be that he, who regarded others as nothing but ants, was being forced to kneel on the ground?

With a murderous rage burgeoning within, Muxiao raised his head, his green eyes staring at Feng Yan.

"Hmm?"

Just then, a light grunt rang out like thunder in his mind, blasting away all the violent aura and the craziness of a murderous intent, leaving not a trace behind in that moment.

Shocked to the core, Muxiao abruptly turned to look at the young man sitting in the chair ahead.

"Born in Chaos, roaming in the Imperishable, without the enlightenment of Heaven and Earth, filled with violent auras and clouded by rage, possessing Spiritual Wisdom yet still barbaric, uneducated. From now on, you shall remain here, sweeping the floors, carrying the water, to dissolve your violent nature, remove the savageness, and heed the education,"

Li Xuan’s gaze settled on him as he spoke slowly.

As a Taoist Ancestor, constant fighting and killing tarnished the image of such a stature. Thus, when it was time to educate, education must be administered to these barbarians!

Snap!

Feng Yan lashed out with his whip, his voice grave, "Won’t you thank the Taoist Ancestor!"

"You!"

Muxiao, inwardly shocked by the Taoist Ancestor’s might and unable to muster any resistance or anger, yet infuriated by Feng Yan’s audacity to use the Taoist Ancestor’s authority to humiliate him!

"Truly barbaric and uneducated, lacking appreciation for such great kindness from the Taoist Ancestor, indeed, you are impolite!"

Feng Yan glared back furiously and swung his whip again.

"Kneel, give thanks to the Taoist Ancestor, then pick up the broom, clear your mind, and sweep the floor—that’s also sweeping away the malice in your heart!"

Muxiao exploded with rage.

He was about to leap up and fight Feng Yan to the death.

However, he felt as if there were an immense mountain pressing down on him, unable to leap up at all.

Snap, snap, snap!

Feng Yan lashed him several times in quick succession, lamenting in frustration, "You uneducated wretch, the Taoist Ancestor means well for you, leaving behind such a great opportunity, and yet you’re ungrateful?

"Truly foolish beyond instruction, solely fixated on fighting and killing, thinking that my whipping you is an insult when I’m actually doing this for your own good!"

Muxiao continued to glare at him, overwhelmed by the audacity—whipping him and claiming it’s for his own good?

Su Lingxiu and the others, having just returned, all wore bizarre expressions—why did these words sound so familiar?

Instinctively, they turned to look at Red Cat.

Once upon a time, Shi’er had spoken to Red Cat in much the same manner...

Feng Yan, having spent much time with Shi’er, has picked up some of Shi’er’s habits.

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"Master!"

Filled with excitement, Su Lingxiu came to her master’s side, kneading his shoulders while watching Muxiao being reprimanded.

"Master, he’s a Master of Heaven and Earth level being from the Land of Imperishable, and he possesses such rare Spiritual Wisdom. I want to dissect him for research; what do you think?"

Li Xuan’s mouth twitched. Su Lingxiu, this girl, wanted to dissect any new and curious being she saw; she had picked up these tendencies when he first taught her the Art of Dissection on a Martial Artist’s corpse.

Initially glaring at Feng Yan with snarling rage, Muxiao was suddenly petrified, looking in shock at Su Lingxiu, who was cooing and fawning. It was hard to believe that such a gentle and beautiful girl could speak such brutal words.

Feng Yan sighed from the side, "Now do you see that I was trying to do you good? If you had knelt and shown gratitude earlier, I would have taken you down to sweep the floor and none of this would have happened!"

Of course, even if Muxiao had obediently been sweeping the floor, the fate of being dissected was inescapable.

But this cruel truth couldn’t possibly be revealed to Muxiao; the point now was to let him know that Feng Yan had truly meant well for him before.

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In his panic, Muxiao glanced at Feng Yan. For a moment, he actually felt that this ant who whipped him might truly have had his best interests at heart.

Su Lingxiu, who was kneading her master’s shoulders, reassured, "Master, don’t worry. I just want to dissect him a bit for research, not to kill him. He’s so powerful, with such strong vitality, he won’t die.

"My skills in the Art of Dissection have become quite profound. I can assure there will be no accidents, and he will still be able to receive more of the master’s education."

The more Muxiao heard, the more his heart pounded with fear—could he survive even after being dissected?

Could it be, being conscious while someone dissected and rummaged through his body for research?

The mere thought made Muxiao involuntarily shudder.

"If you’re going to kill, then kill. Such humiliation belies the stature of the powerful!"

Muxiao exclaimed angrily, not realizing that his voice trembled slightly as he spoke.