Who taught him to practice swordsmanship like this?

"You had a lot of fun?"

Just as Su Baichen was about to search him again, Feng Linzi arrived.

Su Baichen turned his head and saw Feng Linzi walking over with a girl who looked as delicate as a porcelain doll.

He then quickly covered his chest... but unfortunately, his white pectoral muscles were still exposed.

The girl exclaimed "Ah!" and covered her face, turning her head away as if she were very shy.

Feng Linzi immediately stepped forward and asked with concern, "Junior brother, are you injured?"

Seeing that he had been exposed, Su Baichen could only say dejectedly, "I wasn't careful enough and this guy tricked me. Luckily, he wasn't strong enough to cut my skin. It would have been terrible if that dagger had been poisoned."

Feng Linzi stared at the blunted dagger on the ground, his lips twitching violently... Good heavens, this is what you call 'weak'? You're just too thick-skinned!

Feng Linzi knew that his junior brother had learned some rather unorthodox techniques in Yin Feng Gorge, but he never expected that their Yin Sect would have a method for body refinement...

"Never mind, just be careful in the future."

Su Baichen agreed wholeheartedly: "Yes, the first thing I should do when I encounter something like this in the future is to cast a 'Black Cage' spell, and if possible, add a sword strike as well, otherwise I won't feel at ease."

Feng Linzi's lips twitched again; he hadn't expected Su Baichen to be so extreme...

He was just glad that the rules of their Changchun Palace were quite strict, forbidding disciples from killing without permission... Otherwise, with Su Baichen's temper, he would probably be burdened with karmic debts in no time.

At this point, Su Baichen wanted to change the subject. He looked at the timid girl behind Feng Linzi and asked, "What should we do with her?"

The girl had very delicate features. She quickly said, "I have a name, Gu Lianrong!"

Su Baichen nodded to indicate that he understood, then looked at Feng Linzi and asked, "What should we do with Gu Lianrong?"

The little girl wrinkled her nose; she disliked Su Baichen referring to her as an object.

"Take me home, I want to go home!"

She shouted out instinctively.

Su Baichen nodded, thinking that this was a good idea.

But Feng Linzi suddenly said, "Wait, Miss Gu, don't you want to know why you're lying in a coffin?"

Gu Lianrong's face suddenly turned pale...

Su Baichen knew that his senior brother had once again been moved by compassion.

But he had no choice; it was precisely because of Feng Linzi's kindness and gentleness that he felt warmth and longing.

As soon as the "black cage" was released, the fake Taoist regained his senses and greedily looked around and breathed in the air as if he had been suffocating for a long time.

His consciousness was trapped in a "black cage," and all his perception of his body was obscured by illusions, as if he were trapped in an endless void.

Even if it was just a short moment, it felt like an eternity to him.

This man was not a particularly resolute person to begin with, and by this point he was so terrified that he wet himself.

"Immortal, Immortal, spare me! I dare not do it again! I will never dare to do it again!"

After being locked in a dark room once, he became much more obedient.

Su Baichen shrugged and said to Feng Linzi, "Senior brother, you can ask me anything you want."

Feng Linzi looked at the fake Taoist priest and asked calmly, "Who are you, and why are you impersonating a cultivator from my Changchun Palace?"

The fake Taoist priest suddenly shuddered, and then his eyes darted around.

However, a strange light flashed in Feng Linzi's eyes: "Tell me the truth."

The next moment, the fake Taoist priest lost his sense of self again. He said blankly, "When I was a child, I almost entered Changchun Palace. I participated in the selection for disciples of Changchun Palace, but I just didn't get in..."

Su Baichen didn't bother listening to much of this part. Basically, he was unwilling to accept being rejected and longed for the world of cultivation... Then, he accidentally obtained that unorthodox manual and started having wicked thoughts.

"What are you planning to do to Miss Gu?"

Fenglinzi finally got to the point.

"That nouveau riche Gu family is usually heartless and cruel, ruining the lives of so many good families. I just gave him a little slow poison to make him feel that his life was coming to an end."

"Then I tricked him into believing that I had a secret method to prolong life. I told him that if he buried his daughter in that place where yin energy gathers, he could sacrifice his daughter to prolong his life by twenty years."

"He believed it, and he did it."

Gu Lianrong, standing nearby, was struck dumb. She cried out in anguish, "You're lying! Father loves me so much, how could he..."

"Master Gu, he's an extremely selfish man. To him, his daughter is probably just a pretty pet. You should be grateful you're so adorable..."

Gu Lianrong was incredulous and kept saying, "You're lying, you're faking it."

Su Baichen shook his head and ignored it, but opened the book "The Secret Technique of Human Puppetry" and found that it was a secret method for turning living people into puppets.

One of them is the "Yin-Yang Yan Nu".

The "material" is a girl born in a yin year and yin month under the age of fourteen. After being buried in a yin cave, she is catalyzed by an array for forty-nine days and becomes a living dead woman.

The Yin-Yang Puppet Master has another wonderful feature: one can obtain the Xuan Yin spiritual energy absorbed and purified by the Puppet Master through dual cultivation, which is equivalent to giving the cultivator a cheat code to assist in cultivation...

The way this cheat is used is a bit too rude!

Su Baichen quickly finished flipping through the book "The Secret Technique of Human Manipulation" and handed it to Feng Linzi, saying, "Senior brother, you handle this person as you see fit."

"There's nothing else for me to do here, so I'll head to Xuanmiao Temple in Hekou Town first. It's getting dark, and I don't want to linger."

Feng Linzi waved his hand and said, "Go ahead. The Taoist priest stationed at Xuanmiao Temple is Qing Mozi, who entered the sect at the same time as me. Be a little more polite to him when you go."

Su Baichen said, "I understand."

With that, he turned and disappeared into the woods.

After walking for a while, he felt refreshed... It was really a headache that the little girl was crying so much, so he was much more carefree on his own.

Hekou Town was only twenty or thirty miles away from here. Su Baichen had a clever way of traveling, and he arrived outside Hekou Town in less than half an hour.

He originally intended to go straight home to check on things, but it was already late.

Returning to Xuanmiao Temple, he felt as if he had been transported to another world, after all, this was the place where his "dream began".

Upon entering the temple gate, an old Taoist priest was bending over and tidying up the prayer cushions on the ground.

Shadows flickered in the setting sun at the entrance. The old Taoist priest, without looking up, said, "You're late, believer. I was just about to close..."

After waiting a moment and noticing the figure was still there, he said, "If... the believer insists, then let's offer some incense?"

Su Baichen looked at the old Taoist priest who looked to be in his seventies or eighties, stepped forward and clasped his hands in greeting: "Senior Brother Qing Mozi, I am Baichen from Changchun Yin Sect. I have come here to stay on my master's orders."

His Taoist name is "Bai Chen". If he achieves some level of enlightenment, he can be called "Daoist Bai Chen" or "True Man Bai Chen".

Qing Mozi turned around and straightened up to look at him unexpectedly, then laughed: "I remember you, you left here with Brother Zifeng three years ago!"

Su Baichen solemnly replied, "Senior Brother has a good memory."

Feng Linzi's secular name is Lin Zifeng, but everyone knows that, but no one calls him that... Only his close friends from the same period would call him that, right?

He couldn't help but feel even more respect for Qing Mozi.