Yanfu: Starting with the Six-Eared Macaque

"Go to hell!" The old man slammed the brazier down on the man's beard. Oil gushed down, instantly igniting his full beard. Flames spread along his clothes and hair, quickly engulfing his entire body.

Looking at the old man's amazing skills, Chen Xing suddenly had a sudden realization.

"what!"

The bearded man's face was ablaze with flames as he let out a bloodcurdling scream, rolling on the ground and inadvertently igniting the surrounding pile of dry branches and grass. Fueled by the wind, the fire spread rapidly, instantly engulfing a large portion of the mountain temple, billowing thick smoke and blazing flames reaching the sky.

"Brother!" Seeing his brother's miserable state, the fair-skinned man could no longer care about Chen Xing in front of him and rushed over like a madman, his eyes filled with anxiety and madness.

Taking advantage of the man's exposed back, Chen Xing's eyes sharpened, and with a flick of his wrist, the short knife in his hand flew straight out, piercing the man's back like a shooting star. The fair-skinned man staggered, swayed, and fell heavily to the ground, twitching twice before becoming still.

"Kid, run!"

Seeing Chen Xing standing there in a daze, his eyes somewhat unfocused, the old man grabbed his arm, his tone urgent. Pulled by this, Chen Xing also came back to his senses. Looking at the raging fire that was burning even more fiercely, he didn't dare to delay and hurriedly followed the old man out of the mountain god temple.

On an open space not far from the temple.

The blazing mountain temple illuminated the night sky in a crimson glow, making Chen Xing and his companion's cheeks burn. Feeling the intense heat emanating from the flames, the old man looked at the still somewhat dazed Chen Xing and asked, "Boy, is this your first time killing someone?"

"Hmm." Chen Xing nodded gently, his face still somewhat pale. Although he had followed his master around the world since childhood, honing his magic skills and agility, he was still an ordinary person living in modern society at heart. How could he have ever killed anyone?

Even now, thinking back on that stab, my palms still feel a chill.

"These two are wicked people who have committed countless evil deeds," the old man slowly explained. "I think you understood the coded language they used just now. Even if you don't kill them today, given their nature, they will never let you go, and you will suffer their wrath sooner or later."

Seeing that Chen Xing remained silent and looked solemn, the old man paused and added, "According to that pale-faced guy, those two haven't made a single sale in half a month. Think about it carefully, how many children have those two kidnapped, how many families have they ruined? Today, if the two of us get rid of them, it can be considered as ridding the people of a scourge and accumulating a great merit."

After hearing these words, Chen Xing's pale face finally eased a little. He raised his hand and lightly slapped himself twice, then rubbed his face hard. He took a deep breath, suppressing the discomfort and panic in his heart. His expression visibly improved, and his eyes gradually cleared.

"Thank you for your understanding, sir." Chen Xing bowed to the old man in thanks, paused briefly, and then tentatively asked, "Are you a member of my Cai Men, sir?"

"Hahaha! Good lad! You have good taste and guts!" Perhaps seeing that Chen Xing quickly adjusted his emotions, the old man was in a great mood. He braced himself with his hands and stomped his feet, striking a neat pose, and said in a loud voice, "I am Fang Qianbian, the head of the Caimen Hall of Shanyitang in Beijing."

"I am Chen Xing, a descendant of the 'Chen of Magic' lineage." Chen Xing clasped his hands and bowed respectfully to Fang Qianbian.

"The Magician Chen?" Fang Qianbian stroked his beard and pondered for a while. He had never heard of such a magic school in the north. He assumed that Chen Xing's school was too small and his reputation was not yet known, so he did not pay it any mind.

He changed the subject, asking with a hint of inquiry, "If I'm not mistaken, the technique you used to retrieve the knife just now was the long-lost Yin-Yang Hand Transfer."

Chen Xing was slightly taken aback. Yin Yang Hand was a unique skill passed down from his master since childhood. This skill had been passed down from generation to generation without interruption. He never expected that this skill would be lost in this world.

"It is indeed a Yin-Yang transfer technique," Chen Xing answered honestly. "This is a method passed down through generations of my sect."

The old man pondered for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said with a smile, "Young man, what do you think of this!"

After saying that, he gathered his hands together in front of his chest and tossed them out. A cloud of gray mist flew out from his palms and rose straight into the air. It then slowly expanded and eventually spread to a size of several meters.

Immediately afterwards, the old man took out a hemp rope he always carried and threw it upwards with force. The originally soft hemp rope stretched straight in the air and became straight and hard, like an iron rod.

Even more strangely, when the top of the rope touched the clouds, it stopped falling and remained firmly hanging on the clouds, as if there was an invisible hook in the air.

The old man grabbed the end of the rope and nimbly climbed into the clouds in a few quick movements. The next second, the rope instantly retracted into the cloud, and the dark cloud slowly dispersed, merging into the night, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

"The Immortal's Rope?!" Chen Xing's eyes lit up at the old man's move. He had only heard of this amazing skill in magic legends before, and never thought he would see it with his own eyes. He was deeply shocked.

"Kid, how's it going?" The old man's voice suddenly rang out from behind. Chen Xing turned around abruptly and found that Fang Qianbian had somehow appeared behind him, a smug smile on his face.

"Incredible skill!" Chen Xing exclaimed sincerely, his tone full of admiration. "I had only heard of the legend of the Immortal Rope before, thinking it was just an exaggeration by magicians. But seeing it today, it truly lives up to its reputation; it's simply too amazing!"

"Hahaha!" Hearing Chen Xing's sincere compliment, the old man was very satisfied. He stroked his gray beard and laughed heartily, feeling very happy.

"Young man, my rope technique is a unique skill. If it's not the best in the world, it's certainly one of the top techniques available today." The old man's tone shifted, and his expression became serious. "I want to exchange the techniques of this Immortal Rope for your Yin-Yang Hand Transfer. Of course, I won't take advantage of you. I'll exchange the entire set of rope techniques, along with the core secrets of the Immortal Rope, for you."

The old man paused, as if remembering something important, and added, "I know that this Yin-Yang Hand Switch is a closely guarded secret within your sect. I swear to God that I will never use this technique to make a living, nor will I ever pass it on to a third party without authorization. I will only study and play with it myself."

To be honest, Chen Xing didn't care about the Yin-Yang Transformation Technique being passed down to outsiders. After all, if the Yanfu mission was completed successfully, he would most likely not stay in this world, so whether this technique was passed down to outsiders or not would have no impact on him.

Moreover, Chen Xing was indeed very envious of the Immortal Rope technique!

The two hit it off immediately, and Chen Xing readily agreed to exchange skills. In return, he solemnly swore that he would never pass on the techniques of the Immortal Rope, and would only practice them himself.

Before the blazing mountain god temple, the firelight illuminated two figures, one old and one young. The two disciples of the Colorful Gate, from different times and spaces, sat facing each other, imparting their unique skills without reservation.

These two skills, which had long been lost in their respective times and spaces, were finally brought back to life through this unexpected encounter, breaking the silence and giving them renewed hope for inheritance.