Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!-Chapter 918 - 273: Yellow Springs Guide

Chapter 273: [Yellow Springs Guide]

The Soul Suppressing Lamp, this thing isn’t much use for fighting, but... for preserving a legacy, it’s indeed a good thing!

Why are the cultivation techniques of the other sects in this world, like the Cloud Sect of Chu Keqing, incomplete?

Perhaps it’s because through generations of passing down, they encountered someone in a particular generation who wasn’t capable, not gifted, and didn’t train well. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Then they continued to pass it down, passing less or passing it incorrectly.

By the time they died, their eyes closed with one last breath.

The descendants could only stare helplessly.

But my sect has the Soul Suppressing Lamp!

"In the generation of our sect’s ancestor, we had extraordinary talents with considerable achievements in cultivation.

After death, their souls were housed in the Soul Suppressing Lamp. The remnant soul of the ancestor, nourished within the lamp, ensured that our sect’s legacy remained unchanged for three hundred years!

During those three hundred years, if any successor had difficulty with the cultivation technique, they could summon the Soul Suppressing Lamp and call upon the ancestor’s soul for guidance through their confusion.

Three hundred years later, the ancestor’s soul power was exhausted and dissipated, but during those three hundred years, the ancestor’s protection naturally led to the emergence of talents—back then, our sect birthed a Ninth Generation Grandmaster, with formidable talents, who reportedly reached the Third Realm before passing away due to age.

The Ninth Generation Grandmaster succeeded the ancestor, and upon his death, his soul was hidden in the Soul Suppressing Lamp—through the presence of the Ninth Generation Grandmaster’s soul, our sect smoothly inherited for another two hundred years..."

Chen Yan sighed: "Compared to the inheritance of other sects, your sect has been very lucky!"

The Soul Suppressing Lamp, for a sect’s legacy, is like having a huge insurance policy!

When a genius emerges, they can have their soul enclosed within it after death, becoming a protector of the sect’s legacy, ensuring it remains intact for hundreds of years.

And during those hundreds of years, they can hope for another genius to emerge within the sect!

Other sects just don’t have these conditions.

The old Taoist smiled wryly: "As you say, Fellow Daoist, indeed, it’s considered very fortunate.

However, this kind of luck has its limitations. When my master took me in, there were no longer the souls of past grandmasters in the Soul Suppressing Lamp.

The power of Li Fire within the Soul Suppressing Lamp had been nearly depleted several generations ago, unable to harbor a soul within and nourish it with Li Fire for hundreds of years, as it did before.

So... if I hadn’t met Fellow Daoist, willing to use this candle to restore my soul power, my sect’s legacy might have already ended."

As he spoke, the old Taoist respectfully bowed to Chen Yan: "Fellow Daoist, I still have one request. If you are willing to help, I am willing to offer all the inheritances of my sect!"

Chen Yan sighed: "I understand... you want me to find a successor to pass on your sect’s cultivation techniques?"

As he spoke, Chen Yan frowned: "You also know, cultivation in this world is not easy. People with cultivation talent are one in a million, and even if there is talent, there’s a high and low. Finding someone with good talent suitable for inheriting your sect’s cultivation techniques may not be easy."

The old Taoist said solemnly: "One cannot force anything. If indeed no one can be found, I shall consider it as fate. I only ask that you give some effort, which will count as my last effort for my sect."

Chen Yan nodded: "Fine! I can promise you that—if I encounter someone suitable, I’ll help you find a successor. But let me say this upfront, if I can’t find one, you cannot blame me."

"That’s naturally the case!" The old Taoist maintained a very measured attitude.

Chen Yan looked up and down at the remnants of the old Taoist’s soul.

For Chen Yan now, this guy isn’t very useful.

Unlike in the past when the small goat brother from the East Sea Sword Cultivator inside the candle—East Sea had turned into a Ghost Cultivator after self-destruction; it had a physical form.

So at that time, I could summon East Sea to save my life—a physical form could cast spells and fight.

Equivalent to a hitman.

But this old Taoist, well...

He’s just too weak.

Now he’s just a wisp of a remnant soul, very frankly...

This guy is nothing more than a projection now!

Other than talking and moving around, he can’t actually do anything, nor can he help me in any way.

However...

Chen Yan was touched in his heart—the old Taoist still had some value.

"I brought you out today because there’s something I want to ask you."

The old Taoist immediately nodded: "Fellow Daoist, please go ahead. I will speak without reservation about what I know!"

"That day, dealing with the old ghost of the Li family, when Shen Shiqi, that little guy, summoned you out, the last Divine Technique you used..." Chen Yan said, looking at the old Taoist.

The old Taoist seemed puzzled, but then his reaction was somewhat odd.

After a moment of silence, the old Taoist sighed. His expression seemed a bit troubled, hesitating momentarily before slowly speaking: "Fellow Daoist, the first thing you asked me to do would not have been something I’d refuse. But... to be honest, that spell is not part of my sect at all, it is...

The young fellow passed it to me. The old Taoist was taught that Divine Technique by him and never practiced it himself. It was only at the critical moment that he used the power of the young fellow’s blood essence to drive the soul power to display it.

It’s not that I’m unwilling to teach you, Fellow Daoist, but that Divine Technique... isn’t mine, it is..."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yan’s heart became clear!!

As expected!

"Don’t worry about that, Shen Shiqi, before his death... um, before leaving, left me a message, telling me to ask you for that spell.

Afraid you wouldn’t believe it, he also told me to convey his words to you, ’Act with pleasure, indulge in passion.’

You understand, naturally knowing it is his message."

Upon hearing this, the old Taoist’s expression relaxed and his tone lightened significantly: "If that’s the case, then it will be easy to handle! Please, Fellow Daoist, don’t blame me; it’s not that I’m unwilling, but because of the legacy, without his permission, I..."