Liang Jiayi's eyes turned red.

"Qingfeng senior brother, I am Liang Jialong's younger sister."

As soon as Liang Jialong was mentioned, the Taoist was startled.

"You are junior brother Jialong's younger sister? Please, come in."

The Taoist opened the grand door, babbling on.

"After the incident with junior brother Jialong, a few fellow disciples and I set up a spiritual tablet for him and placed it in the side hall for offerings."

"Since you're here, please go pay your respects."

Liang Jiayi, with tears brimming in her eyes, silently nodded her head.

In the side hall, Liang Jialong's spiritual tablet was displayed upon the altar, with a clear oil lamp as an offering.

An old Taoist was sitting cross-legged, his face a portrait of mournful solitude.

Qingfeng entered and helped the old Taoist to his feet.

"Master, the younger sister of junior brother Jialong has come to offer her respects."

The old Taoist slowly stood up, glanced at Liang Jiayi, and gave a respectful bow.

"Boundless Heavenly Venerate, please light an incense for the deceased."

Yang Fei, standing behind Liang Jiayi, took a glance at the old Taoist and felt a sudden stirring in his heart.

The old Taoist's age was indeterminable, his dark face seemed permeated with the soot of burning incense.

His body was short and small, emaciated and withered.

However, his eyes were remarkably clear.

With Yang Fei's current level of Martial Arts, he couldn't discern the old Taoist's Martial Arts Realm.

Not even a trace of Essence Qi was visible to him.

This desolated old Taoist sitting in meditation seemed nothing more than an ordinary elderly man.

Yet inside Yang Fei, the Turtle Extreme emitted a subtle warning.

It seemed that even the Turtle Extreme could not identify him; it only reacted instinctively with unease.

Right then, the old Taoist caught sight of Yang Fei.

His eyes, which had always been squinted, suddenly widened, and his whole body cracked with the sound of bones snapping.

Inside the room, the oil lamp flickered without any wind.

The flame surged violently, making popping noises.

Yang Fei jumped in fright and became wary in his heart.

However, the old Taoist lowered his gaze once more.

It was as if he hadn't seen Yang Fei at all, his face wearing an indifferent expression.

From just that moment, Yang Fei could be sure.

This old Taoist definitely knew him, or rather, he knew his elders.

And indeed, the old Taoist's Kung Fu must surpass his own by far.

Although it was just a flash, the old Taoist had covered it up very well.

Yet, Yang Fei could sense a subtle force swirling in the surrounding void.

This strange power, Yang Fei had only felt it emanating from one person before.

That person was Uncle Fuu.

Yang Fei was astonished beyond words.

He had never imagined that within this modest Taoist temple hid an unknown peerless master.

However, if the old Taoist really was a master of the same caliber as Uncle Fuu,

why then was Long Ci's Kung Fu so terribly weak?

Yang Fei had at least broken through to Danjin, whereas Long Ci was merely at the level of Strength Transformation Yellow Grade.

Yang Fei was full of questions but it didn't seem right to ask them.

And the old Taoist remained silent, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion of Yang Fei's.

Liang Jiayi silently offered incense for her brother and then paid her respects to the old Taoist.

The old Taoist remained silent, his demeanor cold and detached, as if he were an iron-cast tree stump.

The scene was unbearably strange.

Liang Jiayi had finally seen her brother's master and originally wanted to talk more with him.

But seeing the old Taoist's indifferent face, she too closed her mouth.

Qingfeng, feeling somewhat guilty, offered an explanation.

"The master has always preferred silence, he has been this quiet for years on end."

"I'll take you to junior brother Jialong's residence to have a look."

Liang Jiayi nodded her head and followed Qingfeng out of the side hall.

Beneath the light of the oil lamp, the Old Taoist sat cross-legged, his face indifferent as if he was already wandering in a transcendent realm.

But Yang Fei was a thick-skinned fellow.

He did not walk away, but found a meditation cushion and sat down beside the Old Taoist.

The Old Taoist paid him no mind.

The two sat in stillness for over ten minutes. Yang Fei let out a helpless sigh.

"Senior, Liang Jialong was my good brother, who unfortunately perished," he said.

"The one who came today is Liang Jialong's sister, Liang Jiayi."

The Old Taoist didn't speak, and only after a long while did he let out a slight hum.

Yang Fei sighed again.

"I hope that here, she can receive your care," he voiced.

"I have too many matters to attend to, so I can't always be with her."

Finally, the Old Taoist spoke, his voice exceptionally hoarse.

"The Heavenly Dao is unpredictable; who can truly protect whom? Only through self-strengthening can one overcome the will of heaven."

Speaking thus, he sighed, his voice filled with infinite melancholy.

"I always thought that keeping a low profile was the way to prosperity and longevity."

"But the death of Liang Jialong made me realize, only through struggle and resilience, only with power, can one attain great freedom and great fortune."

Yang Fei couldn't understand what the Old Taoist was saying and stared at him blankly.

The Old Taoist didn't explain but looked at Yang Fei with a clear gaze.

"You are also one destined to face great trials. You have already encountered a remarkable twist of fate. There's no need for me to worry. As for Liang Jiayi..."

At this point, he waved his hand, signaling Yang Fei to stand up.

"Go call Liang Jiayi in; I have something to say to her."

The words of the Old Taoist left Yang Fei feeling as if he were lost in a fog.

However, he understood the last sentence and stood up to call Liang Jiayi into the side hall.

The Old Taoist continued to sit cross-legged, his gaze distant as he studied Liang Jiayi.

Liang Jiayi was visibly uneasy, looking at the Old Taoist with trepidation.

"Senior, what are your instructions?" she inquired.

A hint of a smile emerged on the Old Taoist's dark face.

"Very well, starting today, I take you as my disciple," he declared.

"Are you willing to listen to this old man's words?"

Liang Jiayi and Yang Fei were both taken aback.

This statement from the Old Taoist came as a divine stroke, shocking them both.

Yang Fei was overjoyed inside.

He had confirmed that this Old Taoist was unfathomable, potentially on par with Uncle Fuu as a Martial Arts master.

That he would take Liang Jiayi as his disciple was a stroke of luck for her.

Liang Jiayi cast a doubtful glance at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei bent his thumb downwards, urging her to pledge her apprenticeship immediately.

Liang Jiayi, a smart girl, caught on to Yang Fei's elated expression and grasped his intent.

Thereupon, she knelt respectfully, "I greet you, Master."

A trace of pleasure appeared on the withered face of the Old Taoist.

"Good, no matter how busy you are, come to this Taoist temple every night from eight to ten o'clock," he instructed.

"I will teach you some methods of breathing and sleeping. When the time is ripe, there will be miraculous effects."

Liang Jiayi was momentarily stunned.

"Master, do I need to relearn how to breathe and sleep?" she questioned.

The Old Taoist nodded slowly, "You will understand after you learn."

"Alas, this True Martial Taiyi Decree was originally prepared for your brother."

"But he met with misfortune before he had a chance to learn. You shall inherit my mantle instead."

Yang Fei could not contain his joy; he recognized the value far more than Liang Jiayi.

His own Nine Extremes Heart Method, after all, was a Dharma Door related to eating, sleeping, and breathing.

Yet, even without half a year of practice, he had already reaped considerable benefits.

Therefore, the Old Taoist's True Martial Taiyi Decree might also be an unparalleled Dharma Door in Martial Arts.

Although Liang Jiayi didn't understand the Old Taoist's intentions, she nodded in compliance.

Yang Fei wanted to learn some of the Old Taoist's secrets.

Perhaps, like Uncle Fuu, he knew the truth of his own origins.

But the Old Taoist simply said indifferently, "It's too late today; come back tomorrow."

His words were calm, but they carried an undeniable authority.

Yang Fei and Liang Jiayi had no choice but to take their leave obediently.

The Old Taoist glanced outside the courtyard and hummed softly.

"The wilds and forests are not very safe; be very careful."

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