The Jianghu on the Verge of Boiling Over

Although Li Lin had become slightly more serious because of Yu Canghai's resolve, he still could not hold it together when he heard the young Daoist's surname.

So you just changed your surname outright, huh?

"What was your original surname?"

"Our sect leader's surname was always Li," one Qingcheng disciple who had fled into the tavern hurriedly replied.

"What Renwen said was true." Li Renyong flushed red.

"Let's just say it was." Li Lin did not pursue the matter further. "Kid, I said I'd ensure Qingcheng survives. But forget about the Crane Cry Nine Heavens Divine Skill. This martial art was never meant for ordinary people to practice."

"Reaching the eight extraordinary meridians is already the limit."

"To go further and enter the marrow, one must be able to dominate the world with nothing more than an unremarkable Grass-Top Flight technique, with lightness skill beyond all others. Only then can it be mastered."

No one doubted him.

The methods Li Lin had displayed were practically those of Immortals and Gods.

How could a human possibly master such a method?

In that case, it made sense that Qingcheng Patriarch had not passed it down to his own sect.

"Are there really people like that?" Yue Lingshan asked.

"The world is vast and naturally harbors extraordinary treasures. Back then, Yun Zhonghe of the Four Evils, Wei Yixiao, the Azure Bat King of the Ming Cult, and Qingcheng Patriarch himself all possessed such constitutions," Li Lin said.

"Yun Zhonghe?" Yue Buqun seemed to have heard the name before. "I once saw his name in an ancient text. He lived during the reign of Emperor Zhezong of the Northern Song. The author described his lightness skill as vanishing like wisps of smoke, a wild goose flying into the depths of the sky. In this