Chapter 577 — The Ancestral Dragon's Grand Mystery Art
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 5
Besides the Ancestral Dragon's Eight Tones, the divine abilities within the Ancestral Dragon's Grand Mystery Art could also be borrowed and studied. The art held many divine abilities of endless variation; some could be turned into Buddhist divine abilities, some into Daoist ones, and some would serve well enough even as demon-path divine abilities! He also felt that many of them could be evolved into sword arts, and would carry great power as blade arts too.
And among them were many exquisite points in the arts of movement, and eye-arts most terrifying.
The deeper he studied, the more extraordinary he found the Ancestral Dragon's Grand Mystery Art, and he could only regret that he was not of the dragon race, and so could not bring the divine abilities within it to their utmost.
When he woke again, Elder Qinghuang and Jiang Miao were both gone from the True Dragon's lair.
He leapt hastily out of the lair, and saw Jiang Miao cultivating the Ancestral Dragon's Grand Mystery Art outside the village.
The youth had become a sapphire-blue chi dragon, and as he roamed he roused the art and performed the killing techniques within it; in these few short days Jiang Miao's cultivation and strength had grown greatly, coiling and soaring, changing shape, a remarkable sight. Shen Mu praised him aloud, and saw that many young men and women of the little village were watching Jiang Miao train as well, cheering again and again. Shen Mu walked up, and caught sight of a girl about his own age, a year or two younger perhaps.
He smiled.
"How should I address this young sister? " The girl's face went red at once.
"My name is Qingya.
Don't call me sister; I am three hundred years old this year. How old are you?
" Shen Mu's face flushed.
He looked at a youth beside her, about his own age, and ventured, "This brother.
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" "I am six hundred and thirty-seven this year," the youth said, blinking. Shen Mu gave a stifled grunt.
Every one of these boys and girls was frighteningly old. A middle-aged man nearby laughed.
"I am twenty thousand eight hundred. " Shen Mu asked no more of their ages.
Suddenly he gathered his spirits and said with a laugh, "Have you ever been to Jingping?
I am the sect master of the Heaven Sage Sect of Jingping, and just now we are in sore need of people. .
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" Elder Qinghuang came over with a fishing net, his face dark.
"Don't you go scheming after our village! I have taught you the art; it is time you left!
" Shen Mu said hastily, "Senior, Taihuang Heaven is at war just now, and my master has gone to lend his aid. .
. " Elder Qinghuang said, "Qingya, see our guests out. " The girl called Qingya reached out a hand, and a terrifying vital essence burst forth, pinning Shen Mu where he stood, unable to move.
With her other hand she seized Jiang Miao.
"You two, do not move. I will send you a thousand li away!
" With that she opened her mouth and spat, and at once cloud and mist filled the sky; Shen Mu and Jiang Miao, wrapped in the mist, flew off at great speed. "Such terrifying cultivation?
" Shen Mu was startled, and called out loudly, "Senior, I still have things to say.
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" Suddenly the clouds scattered and they landed on a mountain peak.
Shen Mu was dazed a moment; he gazed far off toward the little mountain village, and it was nowhere to be seen. He had not even finished a sentence before the girl who looked his own age had sent him a thousand li away.
"Maha! " Jiang Miao said, his face full of envy.
"You will be that strong too.
" Shen Mu sighed.
Suddenly the True Dragon's lair came whistling toward them and in an instant arrived before them.
Shen Mu's face changed greatly; the lair was immensely heavy, and he was about to dodge when he saw the lair halt, then settle gently upon the mountain peak. Only then did he breathe easy, and inwardly he was all the more appalled: "Could Qingya have thrown the True Dragon's lair here as well? Her magic power is far too great, surely?