Longevity Martial Arts: I have a Mysterious Water Snake Avatar-Chapter 774 - 506: Warblers and Swallows, No Regrets【Daily】_2

However, times had changed. Against the backdrop of renewed hostilities between the Human Race and the Demon Clan, the Saints had all begun to preside over their respective halls more openly, no longer maintaining their formerly elusive, dragon-like presence.

Mount Beast Taming.

Blue Moon Lecture Hall.

At this moment, Mo Yue'er, clad in an Elder's robe and wearing a stern expression, was lecturing on how to cultivate insect-like Ferocious Beasts.

"Many people fantasize about skyrocketing to success and quickly reaching the stage of Slave Array Confluence."

"Heh, this is incorrect!"

"The path of Beast Taming is not only about 'enslaving' but also about 'nurturing' and 'refining'!"

"To 'enslave' is to subjugate. Since ancient times, soul enslavement and beast taming have been inseparable. This aspect involves a certain degree of cultivation in the Soul Tao."

"For instance, those who control a wolf pack need to shape their souls into that of a Wolfman Soul. Those in control of a snake pack, on the other hand, need to shape their souls into that of a Snake Soul."

"..."

Mo Yue'er held a Black Iron Teaching Ruler, and at her feet stood a terrifying Fire Feather Beast.

She stood on a high platform, her voice as cold and stern as severe frost.

Even though her skin was as fair as snow and her beauty breathtaking, these cultivating disciples and True Disciples could not afford to be distracted.

Because if they were, the Black Iron Teaching Ruler and sharp quills from the Fire Feather Beast could fly out from any corner the very next moment, leaving an impression so painful it would make one wail.

Yue'er has grown up, Hong Yuan thought. He stood at the back of the lecture hall, unbeknownst to others, watching Mo Yue'er's figure with indulgent eyes.

His relationship with Mo Yue'er was formally that of a "little uncle" and niece.

In reality, Mo Yue'er had been rescued and raised by Hong Yuan himself. Although not father and daughter, their bond was akin to one.

Now, seeing Mo Yue'er's morale and spirit so uplifted, Hong Yuan couldn't help but feel immensely gratified.

As for whether Mo Yue'er would be accomplished, Hong Yuan actually didn't care much.

As long as he lived, he would not allow Mo Yue'er to suffer any grievance!

DONG!

DONG!

Noon had arrived, and the bell sounded.

When the bell signifying noon sounded, and after Mo Yue'er had departed, the disciples from the Spirit Beast Hall collapsed ungracefully onto their Taoist Mats, utterly exhausted.

They knew Teacher Mo was doing this for their own good, helping them build a more solid cultivation foundation.

However, listening to Teacher Mo's lectures was truly a heart-pounding ordeal that demanded their utmost concentration.

This was because the Black Iron Teaching Ruler and the Fire Feather Beast's sharp quills were exceedingly formidable. Rumor also had it that they had been enhanced by that certain individual on Rainbow Fire Peak!

How could these cultivating disciples not be on tenterhooks?

In a passageway.

Hong Yuan stood quietly there, stealthily releasing a sliver of his aura.

The next moment, the Fire Feather Beast, which resembled a giant, fiery bird, suddenly lifted its head and let out a soft whimper.

"What's wrong, Fire Feather?"

Mo Yue'er turned her head, puzzled, looking in the direction indicated by Fire Feather.

She immediately saw Hong Yuan smiling at her.

At that moment, Hong Yuan was dressed in a dark black Taoist robe, one hand clasped behind his back. His figure was tall and imposing, his eyes bright and full of spirit. He exuded an unshakable aura of composure, as if heaven and earth could turn upside down while he remained steadfast.

"Uncle…" Mo Yue'er was overjoyed and, like a young swallow returning to its nest, rushed into Hong Yuan's embrace, holding onto him tightly.

"Yue'er, you're a grown woman now; you must be mindful of your conduct," Hong Yuan said with a smile.

A gentle breeze stirred Mo Yue'er's dark hair, wafting a refreshing, heart-soothing fragrance towards Hong Yuan.

"Mmm, I know," she said, but only hugged Hong Yuan tighter, stubbornly refusing to let go.

She was terrified. Terrified that Hong Yuan might perish on the front lines between the two races! Terrified that she might never see him again!

"It's alright, it's alright now," Hong Yuan said, sensing Mo Yue'er's fear, and gently stroked her dark hair.

「Some moments later.」

After comforting Mo Yue'er, Hong Yuan took her and the Fire Feather Beast back to Rainbow Fire Peak.

In the Pill Concoction Chamber of Rainbow Fire Peak.

Lin Yiru was inside, performing pill concoction arts. She manipulated various Strange Fires, attempting to refine a medicinal pill known as the Fire Phoenix Pill.

"I refuse to believe it! I simply can't refine the Fire Phoenix Pill needed to sustain the Phoenix God Zither, a Holy Artifact?" Lin Yiru exclaimed, gritting her teeth.

Currently, her hair was a mess, and her clothes were scorched in some areas and stained with a white, foamy residue in others.

Where was her former elegance and noble bearing?

If not for her exceptionally beautiful face, she would have looked little different from a raving madwoman.

The Fire Phoenix Pill needed by the Phoenix God Zither, huh… Hong Yuan mused, watching Lin Yiru from the shadows with affectionate eyes.

Holy Artifacts, like raising a Worm, required nurturing, use, and refinement.

Every time a Holy Artifact was used, it needed to be promptly replenished with various materials.

This was also a major reason why Emperor Artifacts were difficult to utilize.

But in truth… Hong Yuan had, in fact, already 'trained' the Phoenix God Zither to a considerable degree; it was no longer restricted to needing only the Fire Phoenix Pill.

After all, as the Food Tao Master, solving such matters was a trivial affair for him.

However, this was Lin Yiru's heartfelt effort. To some extent, it could also help solidify her foundation in the Fire Tao. Therefore, Hong Yuan let her be, as it was also beneficial for her cultivation.

This life is very long, yet also very short… Even for a Great Emperor, it's merely ten thousand years. I can completely afford to wait!

「Three days later.」

In the Colorful Butterfly Garden of the Ji Clan, on the Divine Continent of the Southern Border.

In a resplendent hall, the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint and Hong Yuan's Sword Body, Bo Qing, were gathered. They gazed up at the God Position above, where incense smoldered.

[My disciple, Hua Menghuang…]

Enshrined at this incense-laden God Position was a Water Dragon Fire Phoenix Peace Amulet—tattered and crudely mended.