The secret art [Wind-Sensing Spirit Discernment] might have been even more powerful than Lin Changheng had imagined!
Its level might even have been higher!
Ordinary secret arts, and even the otherworldly arts and demonic arts he possessed, could never have achieved such an effect.
Thinking of it this way, that old Daoist Wu Jiu truly had not deceived him. For someone as cautious as him, this art's wondrous uses were indeed endless.
His earlier encounters with old Daoist Wu Jiu flashed through his mind once more, like flowers glimpsed from a galloping horse, and Lin Changheng began to grasp something.
Especially concerning the [vajra bodhi wood]. Demonic qi had steeped into it over many years, sinking deep into the wood. Ordinary unusual flames would probably have struggled to remove it.
Most likely, only upright, majestic unusual flames of utmost strength and yang, such as [Redcloud Mystic Flame], could restrain that sinister demonic qi and produce results.
Unusual flames were rare, and those of utmost strength and yang were rarer still.
He increasingly felt that old Daoist Wu Jiu had been waiting specifically for him.
More precisely, he had been waiting for him because he possessed [Redcloud Mystic Flame].
"This man... truly is mysterious."
Fortunately, old Daoist Wu Jiu had harbored no other intentions and had already left. Otherwise, even now, the thought would probably have left Lin Changheng unable to eat or sleep in peace.
After Elder Kong finished his lecture, the next part began.
The acceptance of disciples.
Naturally, many people wished to study under a third-tier pill master. This was also the fundamental reason many high-level cultivators had brought their juniors here.
Becoming a third-tier pill master's disciple meant ample elixir resources, profound pill dao teachings, and a powerful backer. It was an opportunity countless young cultivators