1118: C1118 But unfortunately, you're not …

C1118 But unfortunately, you're not …

Following that, the Dao Lord's eyes were fixed on Fang Han as he retorted, "Really?"

When asked, their gazes met.

With the Dao Lord's level and experience, he could clearly see all of Fang Han's thoughts and emotions.

He wanted to see even a trace of emotion from Fang Han's eyes.

Any trace was a sign that he was lying.

If that was the case, then there was a high chance that he had taken it all for himself and then came back to swindle him.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard the Dao Lord tried to observe, Fang Han's eyes remained calm and emotionless.

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

Both of them were silent.

After a long while, the Dao Lord disappointedly retracted his gaze and muttered to himself, "How could this be?"

From his eyes, it could be seen that he was not lying.

"Tell me everything in detail, don't leave out any details."

The Dao Lord waved his hand rather restlessly, then sat back down.

Fang Han nodded, "Ever since I entered the mountain, I've been bitterly searching for the cave."

From start to finish, Fang Han did not hide anything and spoke everything.

"I continuously searched for a few days, yet I didn't manage to find anything. However, I still couldn't find anything."

"In the end, I had no choice but to give up and walk out of the cave."

"Master, this is the whole story."

Fang Han's expression did not change much from start to finish as he narrated the entire story in a serious tone.

What he said was 90% true and 10% false.

The fake place was naturally the end.

He concealed the news of the coffin floating in the air and did not tell it to the Dao Lord.

The Dao Lord was obviously anxious. He frowned and asked, "Is there nothing else in the coffin but the skeleton of a True Dragon?"

"Master, I've searched carefully, the coffin really only contained the skeleton of a True Dragon." Fang Han said.

"Then why didn't you bring the dragon's corpse out, and did you have to come out empty-handed?"

The Dao Lord stood up and paced back and forth in the hall. Fang Han could feel his impatience and anxiety.

"What I was thinking at that time was that I didn't want to disturb Senior True Dragon's long slumber. This sort of thing is detrimental to my merits."

What Fang Han had said was exactly what he had thought then.

"Dammit, I'll give you the Dragon Crystal and all sorts of benefits, but in the end you actually came out empty-handed?" Even if there was no way to turn the dragon bone into a corpse, why not take it? It is the dragon bone of the Excalibur, used as a material to make Spirit Weapons, it would at least be an extraordinary Spirit Weapon! "

The Dao Lord was furious and exploded without any warning.

Hysterical and furious.

Fang Han was silent as he lowered his head.

He hurriedly restrained his anger and forced a smile: "Han'er, Master had been a little out of control earlier, don't mind him; the Dragon Transformation skill is very important to me, but of course, you can't blame yourself for not obtaining it. Perhaps the legend of the Dragon Transformation skill itself is a kind of rumor."

After that, he walked up and patted Fang Han's shoulder, "Master promised you that I will give you a little bit of the money. In three days, when you go to the Mystic Yin Mountain, Master will be waiting for you there. "Remember, don't tell anyone about this!"

He emphasized the last sentence, clearly emphasizing it over and over again.

Fang Han looked confused. "Master wants to teach me the cultivation method, right? Why did you have to choose the Mysterious Black Yin Mountain?"

"Not bad, the environment there is very suitable for cultivation."

The Dao Lord smiled and explained, "When you arrive, you will know everything."

However, no matter how one looked at his voice, it sounded strange, as if he was plotting something.

"Thank you for the respect, Master!"

Joy flashed across Fang Han's face as he nodded his head heavily.

"Alright, you can go back first. Master will prepare well for the next three days."

The Dao Lord closed his eyes, then opened them again. He looked at Fang Han from head to toe, and felt mixed emotions in his heart.

Who would have thought that he would take this step in the end.

Good disciple, don't blame me.

If you can find a method to transform into a dragon, I will naturally fulfill everything that I promised you.

After all, among all the disciples I have taught you, I am the only one who dotes on you!

Unfortunately, you couldn't find a way to turn the dragon into your own.

I was really forced to do this.

Junior brother, don't blame me.

The favor from that sword attack is now yours to repay!

After walking out of the monastery, Fang Han looked out at the blue sky and white clouds. He could not help but feel a chill run down his spine.

Fang Han could feel too many things from the fervent gaze of the Dao Lord.

That sort of feeling was very complicated. It was as if he were going to personally destroy something that he deeply loved.

"What you said is not bad at all."

Fang Han lowered his head and chuckled twice, as if he was talking to himself.

However, he quickly raised his head and walked towards the setting sun.

In three days, the Dao Lord would make his move.

Fang Han did not panic. On the contrary, he looked calm and composed.

What should come will eventually come. He couldn't avoid it at all.

He didn't expect that a series of events would happen because of him, and it made him feel helpless.

If Chu Yun had not taken away the Dragon Transformation skill, he would have been kept in the dark. His master would still be that kind master, and he would have sat on the seat of Dao Children and taken over the sect in the end.

But unfortunately, because of Chu Yun's appearance, all of Dao Lord's plans had been messed up.

As for himself, he had to think of a way to deal with it.

Three days later.

Fang Han came to the Mystic Moon Sect as per their agreement.

Before coming here, he did not tell anyone about this matter.

In a valley in the Mysterious Black Yin Mountain, a gust of cold wind was blowing. The wind was cold and strange, causing people's hair to stand on end.

It was as though this was a prelude to something happening.

"Master, are you here?"

Fang Han stood in the middle of the canyon and shouted loudly.

"Han-Er."

From the depths of the ravine, an old man that was at the brink of death walked out. He was skinny like a log, had a head of white hair, and his face was riddled with potholes.

Only that pair of turbid eyes were still enough for Fang Han to recognize him.

Compared to three days ago, he was much older.

No wonder he hid himself in the dark all day.

A few years ago, he was in a completely different state.

At that time, the Dao Lord was in his prime, so he was few in number.

But now, he could only vaguely see some of the former temperament on his face. Even the flesh on his face had collapsed.

"Master, how did you become like this?"

Seeing this, Fang Han was extremely astonished.

The Dao Lord smiled wryly but didn't reply.

There was nothing to say about this.

He waved his hand and said to Fang Han, "Han'er, come here."

After a pause, the Dao Lord continued, "Today, I will pass on to you the most secret method of the sect. This is called deduction, containing yin and yang within the eight elements. After learning it, you will be able to deduce many things by relying on your boundless spiritual force.

When Fang Han heard this, he could not help but feel shock in his heart.

As everyone knew, the deductions of the Daoist Path were extremely terrifying.

Learning to play the zither and playing chess is just the first step. The goal is to cultivate the state of mind.

As for the deduction technique, that was the real mystery.

Sword techniques, deduction, alchemy, engravings.

This was one of the four great treasures of the Daoist Sect.

Amongst them, deductions were naturally the most mysterious.

In the entire Dao Gate, there were only two people who could practice cultivation, Dao Lords and Dao Children.

Today, when the Dao Lord said that he would pass down the deduction technique to Fang Han, the truth could already be considered as him admitting to his identity as Dao Child.

"Fang Han is here to thank Master."

Fang Han was obviously very excited, his face slightly flushed, and even his breathing became rapid.

The method of deduction had once been something that he yearned for in his dreams.

The most important thing was the word 'used'.

A benevolent smile appeared on the Dao Lord's face as he beckoned to Fang Han, "Han'er, come over here."

Fang Han walked up, excitement written all over his face.

When he walked up to the Dao Lord's side, he suddenly saw a dazzling light appear beneath his feet.

Beneath his feet, a mysterious array of runes appeared. These runes were like spider webs, and were extremely complex.

This light quickly climbed up the cold soles of his feet, like the vines of a morning glory.

"Master, why does this formation give me a strange feeling?"

Fang Han was slightly surprised and stared curiously at the formation beneath his feet. "Is it necessary to use the assistance of a formation to impart the deduction method?"

The Dao Lord did not speak. A benevolent smile hung on his face as he stared fixedly at Fang Han, as if he wanted to carve his expression and demeanor deep into his heart.

This gaze was enough to make one's hair stand on end.

"Fang Han."

The Dao Lord suddenly said in a very warm voice, "You've been training with me for decades now, right?"

"Reporting to Master, twenty-three years."

Although Fang Han was not clear on the Dao Lord's question, he still answered honestly.

At this moment, the light under his feet had already climbed to the crook of his legs.

"Yes, in the blink of an eye, you have been here for such a long time. When you first came to the sect, you were still very young, and you had many shortcomings in handling matters, but you have changed a lot in the past few years. I am very pleased with this."

A smile appeared on the Dao Lord's face as he reminisced about the past. The smile on his face grew even wider.

"Your father has so many children. If I were to choose one of them and bring you back, I would have immediately chosen you. Do you know why?"

The Dao Lord asked again.

"I don't know." Fang Han said.

"You are handsome and confident. Although your ways of handling matters are young and tender, you are not conservative. The most important thing is that your personality is extremely similar to your master's. The reason why I chose you is because I saw myself in you. You are so fearless, so courageous, and you know the word 'responsibility' very well.

When the Daolord thought back to this, he couldn't help but sigh.

At this moment, the light had already surrounded Fang Han's waist.

Fang Han's body trembled, and he felt a chill, as if he was stuck to a block of ice.2

"Even if your talent is inferior to your eldest senior brother, even if your fighting strength is not considered to be at the top among the ten disciples, master has always liked you."

"Ever since you came to the sect, Master has always liked you. I truly liked you from the bottom of my heart."

"A lot of times, Master has been thinking, why aren't you my son?"

"If you were my son, I would teach you everything without reservation. If you were my son, I would give you the sect. If you were my son, I would even be willing to give up everything for you, including my life!"

"It's true! These words are all true!"

At this point, the Dao Lord's gaze became gloomy and tears seemed to be flowing out of his eyes.

The Dao Lord, the Excalibur Ranker, the peak existence in the TaiGan boundary.

Now that he mentioned emotions, he actually couldn't help but shed tears. It was truly tears of emotion.

"But unfortunately, you're not."

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