Chapter 57: The Enlightenment Triggered by the Purple Cloud Wings!
"You…" Xiao Yi Xian looked at the sneaky-faced Jiang Lin, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she only sighed softly and shook her head.
The skeletal remains seated on the stone throne had one palm facing downward, resting atop the armrest where the storage ring was; the other hand lay upward, palm open, revealing three black keys—almost as if silently urging: Go on, say thank you to Grandpa Senior.
"Thank you, Grandpa Senior." Jiang Lin, clad in black armor, didn't waste words. He simply reached out and took the three black keys from the skeleton's hand.
He then had Xiao Yi Xian back off some distance, pulled his mask down, and carefully used the black iron keys to unlock the three boxes.
Fortunately, this senior didn't have too many twisted surprises. Nothing unexpected happened while opening the boxes. Soon, all three were unlocked, revealing what appeared to be three scroll-like manuals.
High Xuan-tier Flying Dou Technique: Wings of the Eagle!
Grade unknown: Seven-Colored Poison Scripture!
High Xuan-tier Dou Technique: Roaring Lion's Cry!
"Sonic-type Dou Technique? That rare? Wait—it's actually a spear technique? What kind of misleading title is this?" Jiang Lin had been drawn in by the name Roaring Lion's Cry, thinking it was a rare sound-based technique. He'd never used one before. But after taking a closer look, he found it was just a spear technique. Talk about false advertising.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yi Xian's eyes sparkled faintly. Silently, she picked up the Seven-Colored Poison Scripture and started reading. Now, no one would bother her anymore. The Wolf Head and Dog Head Mercenary Corps were already sent to the afterlife by Jiang Lin. The father-son duo Mu She and Mu Li were also long gone.
"Poison scripture, huh? As the saying goes, all medicine has some poison in it. Medicine and poison are two sides of the same coin. Seems fitting for Boss Xian'er to learn how to poison those lecherous eagles." Jiang Lin tossed the Roaring Lion's Cry aside like junk and picked up the flying technique, now utterly unenthused.
Blue Eagle nearby: ???
Xiao Yi Xian blinked in surprise. "I thought you'd have a long-winded speech about morals or something."
"Not a chance. Power has no inherent good or evil. If it can protect you or kill your enemies, it's good power." Jiang Lin nodded seriously. He flipped through the scroll titled Wings of the Eagle—which, upon reading, was actually called Purple Cloud Wings—and a hint of astonishment appeared in his eyes.
The scroll detailed how Purple Cloud Wings was developed over three years by the senior and a few of his old companions, using a tier-five magical beast—the Blackflame Purple Cloud Eagle—as a living experiment subject. Whether or not their methods were cruel wasn't discussed, but the result was that the senior had extracted the eagle's wings and refined them into this secret technique now in Jiang Lin's hands.
With his superhuman soul sense, Jiang Lin could feel that the manual contained a sealed, violent, chaotic, mindless soul. His expression grew more serious. After finishing the introductory text, he suddenly dropped to his knees with a thud, his heavy armor slamming into the ground.
Xiao Yi Xian and Blue Eagle were both stunned as Jiang Lin bowed solemnly to the skeleton.
His masked face pressed to the cold stone floor. His eyes grew deep, and he remained motionless for a long time.
No one knew what Purple Cloud Wings meant to Jiang Lin.
No one knew why Jiang Lin—who had never had a teacher—always remembered the blacksmith Peso with such reverence.
No one knew that this single Xuan-tier manual, buried for hundreds of years, would spark a future upheaval that could shake the very foundations of the world.
Jiang Lin had only been curious at first, but this technique, left behind by the skeleton senior, whispered to him:
Child, you're on the right path. Trust your instincts—keep going, without hesitation!
Crackle crackle…
The campfire continued to burn quietly in the cave. Xiao Yi Xian and Blue Eagle looked silently at Jiang Lin, still kneeling. An invisible pressure radiated from his body—something spiritual. Something heavy. Like a vast, deep sea, where an unseen storm brewed beneath calm waters.
At last, Jiang Lin collected himself and slowly rose. He glanced up at the skeleton seated on the throne and exhaled a long breath. Then he smiled slightly and murmured, "Didn't expect… that my biggest gain from this trip would be one of Senior's… research notes."
Yes—Purple Cloud Wings, in Jiang Lin's eyes, wasn't some precious Xuan-tier flying technique. It was a beast-technique transformation research log—something he wouldn't trade even for a Di-tier cultivation method.
"Eagle-bro, I've got something good here. Wanna trade me some of your spirit herbs for it?" Armored Jiang Lin's eyes gleamed. He held the Purple Cloud Wings scroll between thumb and finger as he turned to the blue eagle, which was now guarding its pile of herbs suspiciously.
Xiao Yi Xian, standing nearby, stared at the young man. Something about his aura had subtly shifted. She felt that in that moment of kneeling, Jiang Lin had inherited some kind of spiritual conviction—and it had changed him. Deeply.
If Jiang Lin once felt like a bright and curious youth, now his presence carried a trace of… danger. His gaze had grown deeper, and something in his demeanor felt unfamiliar.
Of course, this was just Xiao Yi Xian's abstract impression. Jiang Lin himself would probably just say: My morality score dropped a bit, what's the big deal?
"Coo?" Blue Eagle tilted its head, confused by Jiang Lin's apparent desire to trade for its herbs.
Jiang Lin smiled and gestured as he explained, "This manual—Purple Cloud Wings—can let me fly briefly three tiers above my level. But for you, Eagle-bro, it could unlock your potential and push you toward tier four or five. Want to be part of my experiment?"
The senior's Purple Cloud Wings was born from stripping a tier-five eagle's wings and turning them into a human technique. But Jiang Lin intended to take it further—to restore those wings to beasts more suited to this type of Dou Technique energy model.
His plan was to observe the Dou Technique's energy flow within Blue Eagle's body and reverse-engineer a flying technique for himself at Huang-tier level.
Anyone else—even a Dou King or Dou Emperor—couldn't pull this off.
But Jiang Lin could. His soul sense allowed him to track Dou Qi inside a living body without ever needing to cut it open.
And as for the chaotic remnant soul of the Blackflame Purple Cloud Eagle sealed in the scroll—it had little effect on Jiang Lin. But he did have a method to suppress and refine it into spiritual nourishment for Blue Eagle instead.
(END CHAPTER)
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