Beast Taming: I gained the talent of a spirit pet.

Chapter 521 Fellow Disciples of Linghu Island!
According to Yan Chunyang, this bronze bottle contains a wisp of the divine soul of a powerful Yang God, who is also a sword cultivator who has mastered the great divine power of the sword.

Although this powerful being has lost its intelligence for some reason, it still possesses an exceptionally strong fighting instinct, and one can still spar with it, hone one's swordsmanship.

The only pity is that this powerful remnant soul is on the verge of collapse and can only be sparred with once before it dissipates.

There's no point in keeping this item with Gu Yuan, so he might as well use it now and make the most of it.

Gu Yuan opened the bottle cap, and soon a stream of light flew out and transformed into a human figure.

The figure was clearly an old man.

The old man had an ordinary appearance, a thin build, and wore ordinary clothes; there was nothing unusual about him.

However, upon seeing the old man, Gu Yuan was somewhat surprised and puzzled.

Because he clearly sensed a faint aura of danger and a strange sense of familiarity emanating from the old man.

The dangerous aura was one thing, but it meant that the old man possessed the strength to threaten Gu Yuan. However, this was not surprising, as the other party was once a Yang God and must have had sophisticated methods.

As for this inexplicable sense of familiarity...

Gu Yuan took a moment to appreciate it and discovered that the old man's aura was somewhat similar to that of Xuan Yuan Daoist.

It even has some similarities to the "Taiyuan True Water Classic" that Gu Yuan had studied, which inevitably made Gu Yuan think of some things.

Not only Gu Yuan, but the old man himself also felt this.

His expression was blank, yet a glint of clarity flashed in his eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Who...who are you?"

Gu Yuan was somewhat surprised that the remnant soul of the Yang God before him still retained some intelligence. He remained silent for a moment, then simply flicked his finger, and a wisp of soft and continuous sword energy was casually flicked out and landed on the ground.

With a hiss, the sword energy pierced the ground, leaving a small, bottomless hole.

"Taiyin Reflecting the Moon Sword Technique..."

The old man looked at Gu Yuan and said, "Could it be that you are...?"

Gu Yuan didn't say anything more, but instead took out two purple-green jade gourds.

Upon seeing the two small gourds, a glint of light flashed in the old man's eyes.

Then, Gu Yuan activated the restriction on the Purple Jade Gourd. Soon, wisps of smoke emerged from it and quickly transformed into the figure of Xuan Yuan Daoist.

"Kid, why did you call me out? Do you have something else to ask me to..."

Before Xuan Yuan Daoist could finish speaking, he noticed the old man standing to the side.

He immediately cried out, "Senior Brother Zhang, is that you?!"

Gu Yuan sighed inwardly, knowing that he had guessed correctly. This old man was indeed from Linghu Island, and he sounded like his elder.

Upon hearing the words "Senior Brother Zhang," the old man surnamed Zhang clearly regained some of his senses, looked at Daoist Xuanyuan, and subconsciously said, "Junior Brother Cheng, is that you?"

Xuan Yuan Daoist was clearly quite excited and said, "Senior Brother, it's me. What's wrong with you?"

He was no ordinary man either; he quickly calmed down and noticed the connection between the bronze bottle in Gu Yuan's hand and Senior Brother Zhang—they bore a striking resemblance. However, Senior Brother Zhang's condition was clearly much worse than his; his soul was incomplete and he was on the verge of collapse.

After calling out Xuan Yuan Daoist's name, Senior Brother Zhang returned to his calm and wooden demeanor, remaining silent no matter how Xuan Yuan Daoist spoke or questioned him.

Xuan Yuan Daoist's eyes were slightly red as he looked at Gu Yuan and asked, "What exactly happened?"

Gu Yuan naturally wouldn't hide anything from his master, so he recounted the whole story from beginning to end.

When he heard that Gu Yuan obtained it from the previous generation of sword master of the Rift Heaven Sword Sect, which was a Yin God giant, Xuan Yuan Daoist was somewhat surprised, but at this moment he did not care to ask about this, and instead said to Gu Yuan: "Find out the origin of this bronze bottle."

As she spoke, she looked at Senior Brother Zhang and couldn't help but shake her head, saying, "Your senior uncle's injuries are too severe; there's no hope of recovery."

As he spoke, he took out a somewhat mysterious black elixir, pointed it with his finger, and it turned into a blackish-gray mist that merged into the old man surnamed Zhang.

A moment later, Gu Yuan clearly felt that his senior uncle's soul had become more solidified.

Clearly, the elixir just now was a treasure that was extremely beneficial to the soul.

Even so, this elixir can only treat the symptoms, not the root cause.

It's like a tree whose heartwood and roots are rotten, and whose leaves have almost all withered and fallen. In this case, even spraying pesticides and fertilizing will have little effect.

Moreover, Gu Yuan's senior uncle's situation was much more serious. His essence had been exhausted, his oil had run out, and even the oil lamp itself had broken.

So what other options are there?
Although the elixir used by Daoist Xuanyuan was precious, it could only temporarily stabilize the condition of the old man surnamed Zhang.

After thinking for a moment, Gu Yuan also took out several kinds of elixirs and medicines that could heal and nourish the soul, and handed them to Xuan Yuan Daoist.

He even took out a small piece of soul-nourishing wood that he had obtained by chance.

Xuan Yuan didn't stand on ceremony and took all the items. After inspecting them, he selected some and began to treat Senior Brother Zhang.

Even the Soul-Nourishing Wood was refined by him using a secret technique, turning it into a pendant that he then integrated into the old man's body, helping him to further strengthen his soul.

After working for half a day, the old man surnamed Zhang finally regained some of his senses, his eyes became clearer, and he even remembered some things from the past.

Upon seeing Daoist Xuanyuan, the old man surnamed Zhang blinked and exclaimed, "Junior Brother Cheng, is it really you?! How did you become like this?"

As he spoke, the old man surnamed Zhang looked on in disbelief, realizing that Xuan Yuan Daoist no longer had a physical body, and even his soul was clearly quite weak.

Fortunately, compared to himself, Xuan Yuan Daoist's soul was clearly only weak, with no other issues.

"Senior Brother Zhang, this is a long story..."

Xuan Yuan Daoist sighed softly, his expression complicated, and said, "After the sect encountered a calamity back then, I was protected by my master and managed to escape by chance. However, the situation at that time was too complicated, and in the end, my physical body was destroyed. Only my Yang spirit barely escaped, but it was also severely injured. Even today, I have only barely recovered from my injuries. My vital energy has been greatly depleted."

"Senior brother, what about you? After the upheaval in our sect back then, I thought you had already..."

Zhang Kai shook his head slightly and said, "Back then, I was being chased and my soul was severely injured. I managed to escape, but I was captured again and my soul was trapped. They tortured me and forced me to reveal the secrets of our Spirit Gourd Island."

(End of this chapter)