Chapter 19: Kun Peng (3)

Lin Han smiled and replied, "Don't worry, Big Brother. Sixth Brother is not very capable. He can't even follow a lowly trash like Ninth Brother. However, Sixth Brother has recruited many trusted subordinates over the years and scattered them out. I believe we will receive news soon! We just have to be patient."

"A lowly trash?" Lin Shu's eyes narrowed slightly, his sneer hidden in his heart. Ninth Brother was not someone to be underestimated. Although Sixth Brother might not be very skilled, losing his trail wouldn't be easy. It was probably not something an ordinary person could achieve.

Perhaps Ninth Brother, who was once considered trash, had some secrets? Lin Shu's eyes flickered with a trace of interest. Whatever the secret was, he was determined to uncover it.

Furthermore, Lin Shu held a hidden concern. Lin Yun, an incompetent fool, had made such a big move in order to find someone. Lin Yang was likely not unaware of this. He was probably hiding somewhere, waiting to be the one who reaps the benefits.

His gaze swept across the forest, his eyes as sharp as knives. A barely perceptible coldness flashed through his eyes.

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Three days later, Lin Yang sat in front of the Three Cauldron Emperor Ancient Temple, almost forgetting to eat and sleep as he delved into the mysteries of the celestial fist art.

The profundity and greatness of this fist art far surpassed other low-level techniques. Lin Yang spent three whole days and only scratched the surface.

He could only grasp the basics of the first move of the Kun Peng Yin Yang Art.

Through his training, Lin Yang's bones and tendons had undergone the tempering process, similar to the Peng's Bones. He had gone through countless cycles of tempering.

After enduring countless cycles of tempering, his muscles and bones became as strong as the perfect Peng bones. With just a little bit of strength, he could easily unleash the power of 99 Jun.

Yet, Lin Yang felt that he had barely scratched the surface of this celestial grade fist art.

And indeed, that was the case. The essence of the Kun Peng Yin Yang Art contained within it the principles of the laws of heaven and earth.

One could say that although it had form, the spirit of the art was what truly mattered.

This was a celestial grade fist art. Once one comprehended the laws of the heavens and the earth, it could be applied to other arts as well.

What amazed Lin Yang the most was that as he comprehended the subtle mysteries of the Motionless Style, he also gained a basic understanding of the first style of the Kun Peng Yin Yang Dao.

The seemingly ordinary Peng Sky Commanding Fist and Kun Sea Subduing Fist brought forth countless hidden mysteries. When he executed the techniques now, he felt that their power was several times stronger than before.

It was as if a closed acupoint had been opened, giving birth to countless ideas and creativity. Many ordinary moves from the two arts combined, increasing their power. Lin Yang was filled with enlightenment.

"Amazing, this Three Cauldron Ancient Temple actually contains such a marvelous fist art."

Lin Yang licked his lips. No one would have expected that such a dilapidated temple would hold such a shocking fist art.

At this moment, his sharp eyes caught sight of a large group of people near the swamp forest. From a distance, it seemed quite lively and bustling.

The group of people who had just emerged from the ancient ghost tree forest also noticed the young man practicing his fist art near the ancient temple.

A figure hastily pushed through the crowd, immediately recognizing the familiar figure at the entrance of the temple. In just a few days, Lin Yun and the others had actually found this ancient temple.

He was dressed in elaborate brocade robes, adorned with a star and moon crown on his head. His elegant eyebrows were slightly furrowed, filled with excitement and impatience. Surely due to spending many days in the forest, he appeared quite unkempt. His feather robe was disheveled.

"Sixth Young Master, Lin, Lin Yang, Lin Yang seems..."

"...fist art? Is there a secret manual left by Lin Zhan? This damn trash is so leisurely!"

Lin Yun brushed away a few servants who were fawning and fawning over him. His eyes gleamed with a mix of murderous intent and anger.

"You fool, since you've found him, why don't you go capture that bastard!"

The Sixth Young Master Lin roared angrily, berating loudly and fiercely. He had been going in circles in the forest for the past few days and was on the verge of exploding from anger. If it wasn't for the humiliation and anger fueling him, he might have lost his mind.

It was a great shame. As a direct descendant of the Lin family, he was continuously played by a piece of trash. How could he face others if this were to be known?

"Young Master! Watch carefully, your subordinate will capture this disrespectful disciple and bring him back to you!" An evil-looking man immediately stepped forward, patting his chest confidently. His face was filled with joy. The opportunity to perform a meritorious deed had arrived. With his cultivation at the initial stage of the Spirit Awakening Realm, catching a trash without any cultivation would be a piece of cake.

The man had a robust build, a bear-like waist, and a fierce face with leopard-like eyes. He held a large machete in his hand, giving him a rather imposing appearance. As soon as he spoke, the guards around him secretly cheered. Even Lin Yun's expression seemed to lighten up.

Waving his machete, the man blocked the guards who were about to take action. A proud smile played on his lips as he basked in the guards' envy and anger. "There's no need to use a sledgehammer to kill a chicken. Brothers, there's no need for all of you to bother for one trash. I'll handle it alone."