After reading the words on the stone wall, Ye Qiu felt a deep shock and exclaimed in awe, “Master Zhang calculated a thousand years ago that we’d come here. Truly a divine figure!”
“You don’t even know who Master Zhang is?” Elder Longbrow said proudly. “Master Zhang isn’t just the founder of Dragon Tiger Mountain—he’s the only one from our sect to ascend to immortality.”
“Martial Uncle, are there really immortals in this world?” Shuisheng asked.
“If there weren’t immortals, where did all those ancient myths and legends come from?” Elder Longbrow replied. “I firmly believe our founder became an immortal.”
“Old man, Master Zhang said he hopes to meet us again—what does that mean?” Ye Qiu asked. “Are we actually going to see him?”
“Who knows? Maybe one day we’ll really meet the founder,” Elder Longbrow said.
He glanced around the stone wall, puzzled. “Strange. The founder said he left something here to help me survive a life-or-death crisis. Where is it?”
“Yeah, he also said he prepared a meeting gift for me and Dr. Ye. Where are they?” Shuisheng added. “Master Zhang isn’t tricking us, is he?”
“Nonsense! The founder is a divine immortal—why would he trick you?” Elder Longbrow snapped. “If he said he left us something, it’s definitely here.”
“Little brat, I’ve got no strength left. Help me look for it,” he said to Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu nodded slightly and began searching the cave.
After a while, he reached the coffin. Peering inside, he spotted a square wooden box.
The box had five characters carved on it: “This is for Longbrow.”
Ye Qiu recognised Master Zhang’s handwriting at a glance.
He bent down, picked up the box, and returned to Elder Longbrow. “Found what Master Zhang left for you.”
“Little brat, open it for me, will you?” Elder Longbrow gave a wry smile. “I’ve got no strength left at all.”
Ye Qiu opened the box, revealing a dark, glossy pill with a strange, pleasant fragrance.
He handed it to Elder Longbrow.
Elder Longbrow’s body jolted. “The Bliss Pill.”
“You know it?” Ye Qiu was surprised, as even he couldn’t identify the pill.
Elder Longbrow’s expression turned awkward. He couldn’t exactly admit he’d seen this pill in the illusion of the third trial.
“What’s it for?” Ye Qiu asked.
“It can heal the backlash of the Heavenly Dao on my body,” Elder Longbrow explained.
Ye Qiu’s eyes lit up. “You’re serious?”
“Look at me—do I need to lie to you now?” No sooner had Elder Longbrow spoken than Ye Qiu stuffed the Bliss Pill into his mouth.
The pill melted instantly. In that moment, Elder Longbrow felt as if he’d fallen into the clouds, floating in bliss.
Five minutes later, he closed his eyes and sat cross-legged. Soon, a warm current rose from his dantian.
After a while longer, Ye Qiu and Shuisheng watched as Elder Longbrow’s dry, white hair turned jet-black and glossy.
Not only that—his facial wrinkles vanished in an instant, making him look ten years younger.
“Good heavens, the pill Master Zhang left is incredible!” Shuisheng exclaimed.
Ye Qiu was equally stunned.
He’d been helpless against the Heavenly Dao backlash on Elder Longbrow, yet Master Zhang had cured it with a single pill.
Truly, Master Zhang was a divine being.
Ten minutes later, Elder Longbrow opened his eyes and burst into laughter. “Hahaha, this old man’s fully healed!”
He leapt up, dancing with joy like a child.
Ye Qiu and Shuisheng were thrilled too.
“Little brat, I’m warning you—don’t mess with me from now on, or I’ll thrash you,” Elder Longbrow said, a powerful aura radiating from him.
True Qi!
Ye Qiu’s heart skipped a beat.
Elder Longbrow grinned smugly. “The Bliss Pill didn’t just heal my Heavenly Dao backlash—it pushed my cultivation to a breakthrough, letting me grasp True Qi.”
“Shame Xiao Jiu isn’t here, or I’d slap him dead with one hit.”
“Only now do I get it—being a master is lonely!”
Pretentious git!
Ye Qiu’s face was full of disdain.
“By the way, didn’t the founder say he left meeting gifts for you two? Found them yet?” Elder Longbrow asked.
“Found nothing. Shuisheng and I were guarding you, worried you’d croak,” Ye Qiu grumbled.
“Then what are you waiting for? Start looking!” Elder Longbrow said, joining Ye Qiu and Shuisheng in the search.
The three scoured the cave but found nothing.
“Odd. Where could it be?” Ye Qiu frowned.
“I’m seriously starting to think Master Zhang was pulling our leg,” Shuisheng insisted.
Elder Longbrow snapped, “Piss off and look at yourself in a puddle. A mundane fool like you—why would the founder bother tricking you?”
“If he said he left gifts for you, they’re here. We just haven’t found them yet.”
“Little brat, you agree with me, right?”
Ye Qiu nodded.
He believed someone like Master Zhang wouldn’t lie or have any reason to deceive them.
But where were the items?
Ye Qiu quietly activated his Heavenly Eye, scanning the cave. His gaze finally settled on a stone wall.
He walked over and smashed it with a punch.
Boom!
The wall shattered, revealing a round, table-sized hollow.
Inside were two wooden boxes—one square, one rectangular.
The rectangular box bore the inscription: “This is for Shuisheng.”
The square one read: “This is for Ye Qiu.”
Ye Qiu took the rectangular box and handed it to Shuisheng.
“Open it quick—see what treasure Master Zhang left you!” Elder Longbrow urged.
Shuisheng opened it, revealing a sheepskin scroll. The cover bore three ancient seal characters:
Golden Light Mantra!
Elder Longbrow sucked in a sharp breath.
Dragon Tiger Mountain had over a hundred spells, and the Golden Light Mantra ranked first!
Legend had it that mastering it granted immunity to all evil and boasted power surpassing even the Five Thunder Orthodox Method.
But the Golden Light Mantra had been lost to Dragon Tiger Mountain five hundred years ago.
Elder Longbrow never imagined Master Zhang’s gift to Shuisheng would be this.
“Shuisheng, the founder gave you the Golden Light Mantra. That shows how much he expects of you. Practice it well—don’t let him down.”
After speaking, he prodded Ye Qiu. “Hurry up and grab your box. Let’s see what treasure the founder left you!”
