Chapter 496: Chapter 248: The Moon of Yesteryear Still Shines—When Will It Light the Returning Clouds? The Whereabouts of the Thousand-Year-Old Demon

Dragon Tiger Zhang Family, an Immortal Family.

This lineage spanning a millennium, transcendent through the ages, the person in the painting is the last Celestial Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain, Zhang Tai Xu.

He is also the last glory of the Dragon Tiger Mountain Zhang Family, the true final unified master.

After this, the Dragon Tiger Zhang Family divided into north and south branches, fading into obscurity, never again returning to past splendor.

"Eighty years ago, after the great tribulation of the Daoist sect, Zhang Tai Xu stayed in the Southeast Land, and back then when in Huizhou Province, he was a guest at our Qin Family," Qin Ming said softly, his eyes revealing a hint of pride.

Dragon Tiger Zhang Family, reputed as an Immortal Family.

Zhang Tai Xu, as the last Celestial Master, his status is self-evident, regarded as the leader of the Daoist Family and the head of the Profound Sect.

It should be known, that year, the Three Corpses Daoist’s "Three Corpses Illuminating Fate" had already reached great success, firmly sitting as Master of the School of Non-action, invincible across the world.

At that time, Chu Chaoran was merely a young man, his talents yet to mature, capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with the Three Corpses Daoist, only this last Celestial Master Zhang Tai Xu could.

"Zhang Tai Xu..."

Back then, the Thousand-Year-Old Demon, in his last post before deleting his account, specifically mentioned this person.

The Thousand-Year-Old Demon clearly stated in the post, eighty years ago, during the Daoist sect’s great tribulation, on the altar of Dragon Tiger Mountain, truly surviving was not only Chu Chaoran alone, but there were five people in total.

Zhang Tai Xu was one of these five.

"The inscription on this painting was left by this last Celestial Master." Qin Ming said solemnly.

This is the heritage of the Qin Family, after the Daoist sect’s great tribulation, the gates of Dragon Tiger Mountain closed tight, no incense ever rose again, Zhang Tai Xu passed through Huizhou Province, and the Qin Family represented Qi Yun Mountain to receive this leader of the Daoist sect.

"Is this painting depicting his departure from Dragon Tiger Mountain?" Zhang Fan pondered aloud.

Under the clear sky and brilliant moon, beneath Dragon Tiger Mountain, this last Celestial Master departed from his homeland, burying the Dharma lineage.

In his eyes, seemingly only the grand tribulation, only the fragmentation, only the world’s upheaval, after this no longer bearing the name of the Dragon Tiger Zhang Family.

"Where is the ethereal clear cloud today, only recalling the moon in the sky back then!"

Just one phrase might capture the mindset of that last Celestial Master when leaving Dragon Tiger Mountain back then.

At this moment, everyone remained silent, seemingly affected by the unique aura of the blue-robed figure in the painting.

"Taoist Brother Qin, since the last Celestial Master once stayed at the Qin Family, did he leave any teachings? Perhaps regarding the Daoist sect’s great tribulation."

Upon these words, the atmosphere at the scene changed instantly, akin to a flickering flame in the wind, even Song Yunqi and Ji Haisan walking from afar revealed unusual expressions.

The Daoist sect’s great tribulation is an unresolved public case throughout history, unavoidable by Daoist sects across the land.

Yet such past events, even the distinguished Pure Yang Zhenren never lightly mentioned.

"The Daoist sect’s great tribulation, that’s too distant..." Qin Ming shook his head and said: "Even if anything was said, it couldn’t have been passed down."

Eighty years ago, his father, Qin Capital was not yet born, his grandfather was only six or seven years old.

At that time, the one who received Zhang Tai Xu was Qin Ming’s great-grandfather.

Through so many generations, even if there were any clues, they might not be passed down, to say the least, even if really a word was passed down, how could Qin Ming openly discuss it with outsiders under such circumstances?

"Let’s go, the guest rooms have already been prepared for everyone."

Qin Ming walked ahead, gesturing for everyone to follow.

Zhang Fan withdrew his gaze from the ancient painting, followed in Qin Ming’s footsteps.

The group gradually moved away, only Zhang Wang remained standing before the painting, looking at the person in the painting, the mountain, the moon... His eyes unfocused and distant.

"Where is the ethereal clear cloud today, only recalling the moon in the sky back then..."

"Back then the bright moon still remains, when shall it again shine upon colorful clouds returning?"

Zhang Wang murmured softly, his expression returned to normal, turning to follow the footsteps of Zhang Fan and the others.

...

The night deepened.

Qin Family mansion, a side hall.

In the center, lying inside a crystal coffin, was a figure, none other than the most brilliant disciple in the history of the Qin Family, Prince Qin.

At this time, his breathing was faint and long, his long hair spread out, seemingly unkempt for over twenty years.

Silvery long needles pierced into thirty-six major acupuncture points on his limbs and body, while a golden long needle sealed his brow.

"This set of Arctic Celestial Magnet Technique is personally passed down by the Ancestral Master, possibly capable of leveraging it to find the secluded retreat of the previous Ren Xiao," Qin Capital sighed looking at his brother, who slept for twenty years.

The world possesses magnetic poles, and each body contains a magnetic field.

This technique can activate the naturally generated magnetic field within the body, once aligning with past trajectories, they will yield sensations between each other.

This means, the current Prince Qin has been transformed into a radio receiver; only by bringing him into Tusk Mountain, locating the strongest signal place, will be Ren Xiao’s secluded retreat.

"Father..."

At this time, Qin Ming walked in, instinctively looking at the crystal coffin with Prince Qin inside.

He could feel his uncle’s blood seemed to be reactivated, akin to a dried waterway infused again with a source.

However, Qin Ming knew well, it was just a flicker of life through the Arctic Celestial Magnet Technique.

Once the location of the previous Ren Xiao’s secluded place is found, Prince Qin will probably exhaust his life.

This also counts as his last contribution to the Qin Family.

"Have those two youngsters been brought back?" Qin Capital said sternly.

"Brought back," Qin Ming replied solemnly, "This level of Fire Time can still be shaped freely."

In his view, Fang Changle and Zhang Fan’s cultivation might still be adequate, but their Fire Time was too shallow.