Beast Tamer Ascension-Chapter 44Book 4: : A Useful Cultivation Technique

Vol 4 Chapter 44: A Useful Cultivation Technique

The bet between the Holy Son of the Demon Court and the Martial Emperor’s successor brought the matter to a temporary close.

The Lei Clan’s Patriarch cupped his fists toward Wan Renzong and left without even glancing at Lei Qianren’s remaining soul.

The other Patriarchs fell silent, then left as well. Now it was just a matter of waiting seven days for the battle between the Martial Emperor’s successor and the Holy Son of the Demon Court.

Soon, only Lin Jing’s group and the Void Mystical Patriarch of the Feng Family—Feng Yu—were left at the scene.

“You were looking for me?” Cold Moon Sword Immortal glanced at Lin Jing and Gao Sheng, who was squatting not far away holding his head, looking confused.

What were these two doing together again?

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“Before we get to our matter, shouldn’t you explain how she ended up with you?” Lin Jing looked at the Ghost Bride.

How did these two end up together?

“Long story short, you should know something about Senior Tang Ling. Her fiancée who went to the Western Desert battlefield may very well be one of our Feng Family’s ancestors.”

“She encountered me in the Western Desert and sensed a familiar bloodline, so we explored together and ended up here.”

“Huh???” Lin Jing froze, looking at the expressionless Ghost Bride, then at Feng Family’s Patriarch Feng Yu, who hadn’t left yet.

This Void Mystical old monster was silent too. He’d lived for thousands of years, but he really couldn’t say whether what the Ghost Bride and Feng Ning were claiming was true.

It was too long ago.

“The Feng Family’s origin predates even the founding of Martial Emperor City. Before the Ancient Kingdom was established, the Feng Family was already one of the top cultivation clans in this region. I honestly don’t know much about events from that far back.”

Feng Yu shook his head.

“But according to the records, the Feng Family’s ancestor wasn’t a female sword cultivator, but a male swordsmith named Feng Ling! This ghost fellow must be mistaken.”

“Which is why I said, your Feng Family’s ancestor Feng Ling is her descendant!” the Ghost Bride said.

“I’ve remembered everything. We had discussed our future child’s name—each taking one character from our names. She was Jiang Feng, I’m Tang Ling. That’s how the name ‘Feng Ling’ came to be!”

“In short, I want to see an artifact left by your Feng Family’s founder... there might be something...” The Ghost Bride looked at the Feng Family Patriarch.

“No way. I don’t care how many times you say it, the artifacts buried with Ancestor Feng Ling are not to be disturbed. I absolutely won’t allow this desecration.” Patriarch Feng Yu rejected her outright.

“Daoist friend, don’t go too far. What’s past is past. You and your fiancée were both female cultivators. If you died and she never took another partner, how could she have descendants?”

What Feng Yu meant was—even if the Feng Family’s founder were the descendant of the Ghost Bride’s fiancée, Jiang Feng must have married someone else. She and Tang Ling had long parted ways.

The Feng Family had nothing to do with the Ghost Bride anymore.

If it weren’t for the Ghost Bride’s overwhelming power—and the fact that she was brought here by Feng Ning, the Feng Family’s Dao-Seeking successor—Feng Yu wouldn’t even have entertained such a ghost.

But what worried Feng Yu was that this ghost woman was completely unyielding.

“We discussed this. Since two female cultivators couldn’t produce children, we decided to mimic the bloodlines of powerful spirit beasts and create a secret art to reproduce independently without mating. I had already completed half the technique when she left. She must have perfected it on her own afterward and birthed our descendant.”

The Ghost Bride was utterly confident in her fiancée, firmly believing she hadn’t found someone else.

“Absurd.”

The Martial Emperor-level cultivator from the Feng Family laughed in disbelief. That ghost was trying to flip open their ancestor’s coffin and then declare herself his fiancée?

Even Gao Sheng and the others nearby were dumbfounded by the conversation between these two ancient freaks.

What the h*ll were they even talking about?

He Ke and Feng Ning both said something as well.

Lin Jing finally interrupted them and said, “Anyway, Senior Tang Ling, how exactly did you get into Martial Emperor City with Fairy Leng Yue? From what I saw earlier, the city’s cultivators seemed shocked by your presence.”

“What method did you use to evade the Artifact Spirit?”

Tang Ling replied, “I don’t know. I just possessed her.”

“I also thought Senior Tang Ling would be blocked by the Artifact Spirit,” Feng Ning added.

“My plan was to negotiate with the City Lord’s Mansion to bring her into the Feng Family, but unexpectedly, we entered the city smoothly.”

After all, she was a Dao-Seeking successor now and had the qualifications to negotiate with the City Lord’s forces.

As for why she was willing to help the Ghost Bride... it was simply because along the way, the Ghost Bride had treated her very well.

She didn’t hesitate to deplete her own core power to help enhance Feng Ning’s sword path.

Once Feng Ning understood her story, she also acknowledged that this woman wasn’t some evil ghost.

“I see... so it’s really like those Martial Emperor successors said—the Artifact Spirit of Martial Emperor City may be malfunctioning?” Lin Jing stroked his chin.

Right now might be the city’s weakest point.

The Martial Emperor was gone, and the Artifact Spirit seemed to be having problems.

Still, Lin Jing didn’t have much interest in the city itself. His only goal was to get the Stone Man Gu.

“Senior Feng, how about this?” Lin Jing said. “You make an exception—take out an artifact of your ancestor and let Senior Tang Ling examine it.”

“No way......”

“In exchange, I, the Holy Son, will give your Feng Family a great opportunity!”

Patriarch Feng Yu frowned and looked at the Holy Son of the Demon Court, but the next moment, Lin Jing’s words made his pupils shrink.

“Have you heard of a top-tier formation cultivation technique from the Celestial Palace of the Immortal Realm? Divine Scripture of the Spirits.”

“Cultivators who train in this technique can use a deceased cultivator’s relic to summon a projection of their consciousness. If you bring out your ancestor’s artifact, I can help your Feng Family summon his consciousness into the present world for a brief period.”

“I heard your ancestor had the ability to forge near-immortal-grade swords, yet now your family has lost that skill. Wouldn’t you like to inherit it again, directly from your ancestor?”

“And at the same time, you can hear from Feng Ling’s own mouth whether your Feng Family and Senior Tang Ling have any connection.”

“Divine Scripture of the Spirits? Where did you get that technique?” Feng Yu stared intently at the Holy Son.

He had indeed heard of it—one of the top techniques of the Celestial Palace in ancient times.

It was because of this technique that the Celestial Palace dominated the continent for 50,000 years, even after losing contact with the Immortal Realm.

After all, this technique allowed a sect to fully utilize its legacy.

But wasn’t this technique lost along with the destruction of the Celestial Palace?

“Cavern Heaven.” Lin Jing pointed to the sky. “The Cavern Heavens are still controlled by the Celestial Palace of the Immortal Realm. Though the lower realm’s Celestial Palace was destroyed by Tianyuan Realm cultivators, the upper Celestial Palace doesn’t know. The Cavern Heavens continue to function autonomously, so it’s still possible to obtain some inheritances from them.”

Patriarch Feng Yu’s gaze sharpened. “If you can summon an image of our Feng Family’s ancestor, then... yes, we can follow your proposal and retrieve a relic.”

“Good.” Lin Jing looked toward Tang Ling—problem solved.

Seems this Divine Scripture of the Spirits really was useful. Otherwise, convincing the Feng Family’s Patriarch would’ve been pretty tough.

“Let’s go get it now.” The Ghost Bride was eager.

“No rush.” Lin Jing held up a hand. “Don’t rush. I still haven’t learned the Divine Scripture yet.”