Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique

After many years, Lin Feng and Sikong Zhaiyue naturally had a lot to talk about.

After Sikong Xinyan left, the two sat on the rooftop, drinking and reminiscing about the many experiences they had had over the years.

Late at night.

Drunk to the core.

Lin Feng carried Sikong Zhaiyue back to his room.

Lin Feng often drank with old drunkards and had long honed his alcohol tolerance.

But clearly, Sikong Zhaiyue's tolerance was much weaker.

…

Sikong Zhaiyue lay on the bed, fast asleep.

Lin Feng sat cross-legged and circulated the Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique.

After thirty-six Grand Circulations.

The drunkenness was completely gone.

Then, Lin Feng began to observe the movement of ninety thousand stars.

…

Early the next day, Lin Feng got up.

"Brother Lin, is my brother here? I've made some soup, and drinking it will make you feel a lot better," Sikong Xinyan said softly.

"Your brother hasn't woken up yet, let him sleep a little longer," Lin Feng replied.

"Then, Brother Lin, please follow me," Sikong Xinyan said, her face turning red.

Lin Feng nodded and followed Sikong Xinyan to the dining hall.

Sikong Xinyan served Lin Feng a bowl of soup.

After drinking it, Lin Feng felt his body warm and cozy.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Not only was Sikong Xinyan beautiful, she was also gentle and endearing.

"Miss Xinyan's cooking skills are truly excellent, I haven't tasted such delicious soup in many years," Lin Feng said with a smile as he put down his bowl and chopsticks.

Flattered by Lin Feng's praise, Sikong Xinyan blushed slightly and said, "As long as Brother Lin likes it."

Sikong Xinyan did not stay long.

Being a young girl, she felt embarrassed to stay too long with Lin Feng.

Lin Feng stepped outside.

Warm sunlight poured down.

He walked around the vast courtyard.

The Sikong Family's estate was impressively large.

This mansion alone could be worth a fortune.

In front of a small courtyard, Lin Feng saw an old servant sunbathing on the stone steps.

Lin Feng walked over and greeted the old servant.

The old servant smiled and said, "It's rare to see young people as polite as you these days."

Lin Feng smiled and replied, "Respecting elders is a traditional virtue."

The old servant smiled slightly and said, "Even though that's the case, who remembers these virtues these days? You must be the Young Master Lin that Rui'er mentioned."

Lin Feng nodded and said, "Indeed, I am."

The old servant said with relief, "It has been many years since the Master brought friends home; in fact, it's been many years since he made any friends."

Lin Feng was intrigued and asked, "Old sir, with such a vast estate, the Sikong family should be thriving, so why are there only a few of you left?"

The old servant sighed and said, "In the early years, the Sikong family was one of the great families in Aolai City, ranked among the top ten families. However, ten years ago, the Sikong family faced a calamitous disaster."

"A calamitous disaster?" Lin Feng frowned slightly.

The old servant nodded and said, "The Sikong family seems to have been cursed, with family members dying one after another, even the great ancestors with Great Ability were unable to escape this calamity. The attached clients and guards also fled."

"The servants began to flee too. Normally, fleeing servants would be put to death, but the old Master was merciful and ordered that all servants be let go."

"The Sikong Family was left with only Young Master Yue and Miss Xinyan surviving. As for the servants, they too had fled, and thus the once-mighty Sikong Family fell into decline."

Lin Feng could guess the rest.

Only two loyal old servants and the helpless maid Rui'er remained.

Under the care of the two old servants, Sikong Zhaiyue and Sikong Xinyan grew into adulthood.

"Why has this happened? Such a powerful family, why have they all died off?"

Lin Feng frowned.

He felt that this matter was too unusual.

Such a huge family, with cultivators of Great Ability level sitting in.

Yet, because of a curse, the whole family met a tragic death.

Is it really a curse?

Or is it something else?

The enmity of annihilation.

No wonder Sikong Zhaiyue cultivated so desperately!

Bearing such a tragic massacre.

Sikong Zhaiyue, naturally, had to cultivate desperately.

It wasn't until noon that Sikong Zhaiyue finally woke up.

He hadn't slept so soundly in a long time.

With Lin Feng coming to the depths, Sikong Zhaiyue could finally rest easy and sleep well.

Because Sikong Zhaiyue knew.

No matter what happened,

Lin Feng would notice it the first time.

In the afternoon, a group of more than twenty people arrived at Sikong Mansion.

Leading them was a young man in his late twenties.

His name was "Tuoba Yun."

He carried himself with an air of arrogance.

Lin Feng noticed that his cultivation was not simple.

He was actually a cultivator of the Yin Yang Realm.

Seeing these people arrive, Sikong Xinyan evidently hid behind Sikong Zhaiyue, somewhat afraid.

"Tuoba Yun, what are you doing here at our Sikong Family's house again? Haven't I already told you? The ancestral home of the Sikong family is not for sale."

Sikong Zhaiyue said in a deep voice.

"Sikong Zhaiyue, all of your Sikong family are dead, what use is there in keeping this ancestral home? Could it be that you still think the Sikong family is still one of Aolai City's top ten families from back then?"

"Don't dream anymore, your Sikong family has long been in decline, and now, my Tuoba family has already replaced your Sikong family's position, and this mansion fits my Tuoba family's stature perfectly. Just sell it to us honestly, you siblings can live in peace. I suppose you wouldn't want to see your sister end up in a brothel, being taken turns by a bunch of men, right?"

Tuoba Yun's lecherous gaze turned towards Sikong Xinyan.

"Haha, this little chick looks so juicy, it makes me want to have her."

The rest of the Tuoba family members started to laugh obscenely.

Sikong Xinyan trembled with fear.

"Bastard, you're seeking death!"

Sikong Zhaiyue roared angrily and threw a punch at him.

Tuoba Yun's cultivation was clearly far superior to Sikong Zhaiyue's. He chuckled coldly, his body flickered, and he arrived in front of Sikong Zhaiyue, swinging a palm down.

Sikong Zhaiyue's face turned pale.

With this strike, he realized he couldn't dodge at all.

After the decline of the Sikong family,

Only this mansion remained.

Everything else had already been plundered empty by the great powers.

Even cultivation resources were gone.

For Sikong Zhaiyue to be able to reach the Tenth Level of Martial King Realm at the age of twenty-one,

It was already extremely difficult.

But the Tenth Level of Martial King Realm, what of it?

Compared to the Yin Yang Realm's Tuoba Yun, it was still far too lacking.

"A piece of trash, daring to strike at me?"

Tuoba Yun's face was full of contempt.

"Brother..."

Sikong Xinyan's face was pale.

Crack.

Just as Tuoba Yun's strike was about to land on Sikong Zhaiyue,

Suddenly, Tuoba Yun's wrist was grabbed.