Dragon-Elephant

The trio's mood that day carried a faint melancholy.

The melancholy came from the fact that although Ye Fan could begin cultivating, his Ancient Desolate Sacred Body seemed incapable of activating the Wheel of Life, and Elder Wu Qingfeng had no solution either.

Ye Fan was not overly discouraged. He believed that where there was a will, there was a way. There had to be some solution; he could not give up so easily.

"I do have a little something here. Ye Zi, Pang Bo, you can practice it whenever you have nothing else to do. It might bring some benefits."

Fang Qing spoke again.

He took out a secret manual.

Ye Fan and Pang Bo stepped forward to look, only to see five large characters written on its cover: "Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill."

"Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill?"

Pang Bo thought the name was incredibly badass. It had both dragons and elephants in it, so it sounded formidable.

"The Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill... I feel like I've heard of it somewhere."

Looking at those five words, Ye Fan seemed to recall a martial arts novel that featured such a technique. It was the supreme guardian divine art of the Esoteric Sect in the Western Regions. The skill had thirteen levels in total, and every level mastered granted the strength of one dragon and one elephant. If one cultivated it to the tenth level, one would possess the immense strength of ten dragons and ten elephants—an absolute top-tier expert even in a martial arts novel.

Yet Fang Qing actually possessed the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill. It was truly astonishing. What exactly was the background of their former classmate, Fang Qing? Why did he have a skill like the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill? Was it the same as the one in the martial arts novels?

Ye Fan found Fang Qing increasingly mysterious, as though he had an immense background.

Of course, since Fang Qing did not say anything, Ye Fan would not pry into his classmate's secrets. That was basic decency.

"The Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill is not an inner cultivation method, but an external technique. If cultivated to its highest realm, it can grant the strength of thirteen dragons and elephants. This technique can enhance the physical body. You two can give it a try."

Fang Qing spoke to them.

He had just fished up this technique.

He seemed to have grasped the cooldown period of the Bronze Fishing Rod in his mind. It was roughly fifteen days.

Last time on Yinghuo, he had fished up a Bodhi Seed, which had brought him many benefits. This time, however, he had caught the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill, a specialty from a martial arts world.

This technique had thirteen levels in total. The early stages were said to be quite easy, but the further one progressed, the more difficult it became, with the required time doubling each level. There had once been an eminent monk who cultivated it to the tenth level and became nearly unmatched in the Central Plains.

The strength of ten dragons and ten elephants was already quite formidable.

Of course, having fished up the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill in the Shrouding Heavens Realm, Fang Qing found it somewhat tasteless to keep but regrettable to discard.

It would definitely be unusable in the later stages, but it could still be useful early on.

And this was precisely the early stage of cultivation.

So Fang Qing took out this technique as a favor, perhaps gaining some returns in the years to come.

This was not a loss.

"Brother Fang, you really do have an incredible background! You actually shared a cultivation technique with us! I love techniques like the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill that sound so explosive. Thanks!"

Pang Bo stared at the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill, stars practically shining in his eyes. He was overjoyed.

Dragons and elephants—things like that suited him perfectly. Majestic and imposing!

And his name was Pang Bo!

"Thank you, Brother Fang!"

Ye Fan did not refuse either. He still could not sense the Wheel of Life and could not yet step onto the path of cultivation. Brother Fang had taken out a technique to lend him a hand, allowing him to embark on the path of incomparably fierce external cultivation. This was a great favor.

He simply had nothing with which to repay it yet, so he committed this favor to memory.

"We're brothers. No need to thank me."

Fang Qing waved his hand, signaling that there was no need to be so polite.

You help me, and I help you.

Everyone progresses.

All three obtained the cultivation method for the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill and began cultivating.

Fang Qing now possessed several cultivation techniques: the Purple Haze Skill, the Longevity Art, the Dao Scripture, and the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill.

Among them, the Purple Haze Skill, the Longevity Art, and the Dao Scripture all cultivated the same place—the Bitter Sea, also known as the lower dantian. Thus, Fang Qing devoted all his vital essence to opening the Bitter Sea. Naturally, his progress in the Purple Haze Skill and the Longevity Art was slight, and they did not seem to require much advancement anyway.

As for the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill, it was an external technique, a method for tempering the body. It did not conflict much with the Dao Scripture's method of opening the Bitter Sea, as they were two separate paths.

Of course, cultivating the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill also required resources. If one had plenty of medicinal meals to replenish one's vital essence, cultivation would proceed much faster.

Those eminent monks in the martial arts world who cultivated the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill became slower and slower as they advanced because their world lacked resources. With resources in short supply, progress was incredibly slow. Even after cultivating for seventy years, one might only reach the seventh or eighth level. Only the exceptionally gifted Golden Wheel Dharma King could reach the tenth level in middle age.

In this world, within Lingxu Grotto-Heaven, resources were still sufficient.

Of course, Fang Qing was becoming more and more of a glutton.

Whenever Elder Wu Qingfeng came to see Fang Qing, he was shocked by Fang Qing's speed in refining Hundred Herb Liquid. Normally, a beginner would need three months to fully refine the vital essence within one bottle of Hundred Herb Liquid, but Fang Qing could now refine the energy of a bottle in a single day.

Elder Wu Qingfeng observed Fang Qing's cultivation progress every day. He saw that Fang Qing was opening his Bitter Sea faster and faster, and it seemed that he would soon reach the next realm.

This Peerless Genius of Lingxu Grotto-Heaven was also becoming physically stronger and stronger. The power of his body had even surpassed that of some Lingxu Grotto-Heaven elders.

It was truly inconceivable.

Elder Wu Qingfeng was both shocked and delighted.

He had not yet reported this Peerless Genius to the sect master, but now it seemed time to report him to the Supreme Sect Master.

Then the supply of Hundred Herb Liquid would no longer be a problem, allowing Fang Qing's cultivation to reach the Life Spring Realm even faster!

"Only..."

Wu Qingfeng's gaze fell upon Ye Fan again. The Wheel of Life and Bitter Sea of this Ancient Desolate Sacred Body remained as hard as divine iron, silent and without the slightest fluctuation.

It seemed that he truly could not embark upon the path of cultivation.

"A promising seedling who consumed Sacred Fruit cannot be abandoned. I hope that one day, he can step onto the path of cultivation."

Wu Qingfeng glanced at Ye Fan, then shifted his gaze to Pang Bo.

Among the three, Pang Bo had the slowest comprehension of the Dao Scripture. However, he had also been working diligently these days. It seemed that in a few more days, he would be able to enter the next stage of cultivation. Hopefully, he would bring another pleasant surprise.

"If one outstanding figure emerges among Fang Qing, Ye Fan, and Pang Bo, it will be enough to bring glory to our Lingxu Grotto-Heaven."

Elder Wu Qingfeng pondered this inwardly before leaving to see the Supreme Sect Master.