The legendary You Bei Lin is right in front of you.

  The You Bei Lin has a total of seven stele, which are Tian, Qin, Jun, Shi, Xuan, Di and Huang. Each stele has its own story.

  In front of the yellow stele, ten young men at the level of a sect master sat in a circle around the stele.

  "Get out of my sight!"

  A group of arrogant young men arrived in front of the Huang Bei, shouting at the ten young men who were originally sitting there.

  A shocking scene happened, and the ten young men who were originally sitting in front of the monument left without a word.

  "The backgrounds of these ten newcomers are quite impressive." Su Dao Xing sized up the ten youngsters and discovered that one of them was actually a girl disguised as a boy.

  "Princess, please!" The young man who had just shouted said to the woman dressed as a man.

  "Don't shout so loudly, it's not necessary to be so rude. This isn't the Eastern Emperor's court, my father can't control things here." The young mistress of the sect ordered the shouting youth.

  That young man smiled sycophantically: "Under the sky, there is no land that is not the king's; on the shore of the earth, there are no people who are not the king's subjects. The Holy Institute is also located within the territory of the Eastern Imperial Dynasty and should be subject to the dynasty's jurisdiction."

  The princess and nine young men sat in a circle before the stele.

  "Tang Can, the princess of the Eastern Dynasty, Tang Qian's sister, is really arrogant."

  "Tang Can's prestige was also due to her being one of the three great masters of the Demon Saint Institute, and only You Wuliang and Yang Honggang could be mentioned in the same breath as her."

  "In short, we can't afford to provoke her, so why bother fighting over a temporary gain or a single breath. Our purpose in coming to the Demon Saint Temple is to inherit the Demon Saint's sacred law, not to stir up trouble."

  "Understood, young master."

  The ten young men just left the stele forest.

  Su Dao Xing was sizing up the seven stele, he faintly felt that these seven stele were not the true transmission of the Saint's divine law, but just a kind of intuition. He carefully observed his surroundings and thought deeply.

  Seven stele like historical monuments, witnessing the former glory of Yao Sheng, it is far away from the statue of Yao Sheng on Yao Sheng Island.

  Sudao Xing's gaze fell upon the towering, cloud-piercing holy image of the Saint, and a massive pressure like an endless ocean bore down on him, forcing his body to sink inch by inch into the ground. In just a moment, his legs had already sunk into the earth.

  "Abominable! My eyes are burning!" Su Dao Xing circulated his spiritual energy to his eyes, barely able to continue gazing at the holy image.

  "The demon saint's eyes on the holy image are not looking at the seven steles, but are gazing at the eighth stele." Su Dao woke up as if he had established a connection with the ancient demon saint in his subconscious mind, and he understood what the demon saint meant. He looked towards the small courtyard at the edge of the stele forest.

  In the small courtyard, there was a broken stele, covered with moss and extremely worn out. It was just an ancient relic, but if the You Sheng Yuan allowed its disciples to sell it as an antique, it would still be worth some money.

  There are thousands of such broken steles on the Isle of the Demonic Saints, all left behind by some masters and disciples who failed to engrave their skills into the stele.

  Why were the demon saint's eyes fixed on that broken stele?

  Why is that monument in a small courtyard?

  Why don't the genius students of the You Sheng Yuan go and explore the secrets of that broken stele?

  Su Dao Xing walked slowly into the other courtyard with a puzzled expression.

  "How dare you recklessly intrude into Old Zhang's private residence."

  "This student is new here, looks unfamiliar, doesn't know some of the forbidden areas in the Demon Saint Institute? Zhang Lao's separate courtyard is one of them."

  The students in the stele forest saw Su Daoxian walking slowly into the other courtyard with a smile of ridicule.

  Su Dao Xing walked into the courtyard and bowed deeply to an old man with white hair and a demon ape in another courtyard.

  "It was him, the master. He hit me and Xiao Hu." The demon ape saw Su Dao Xing walk into another courtyard, its eyes gleaming with ferocity as it waved the stick in its hand, accusing Su Dao Xing to the white-haired old man.

  The old man with white hair had a very profound gaze, he swept Su Dao Xing with a glance and said to the demon ape beside him: "Little monkey, you are not his opponent. Alright, considering your hard work in guarding the entrance of the Demon Saint Island for all these years, I will teach you one move, 'Mountain Knocking Style'."

  "Knock on the mountain, good!" The demon ape excitedly waved its stick.

  An old man with white hair, Zhang Lao, personally taught the gibbon the "Mountain-Beating Style".

  The Demon Saint once passed down three styles, Heaven Shaking Style, Earth Shaking Style, and Mountain Shaking Style. The three styles are mysterious and unparalleled, and have been circulating on the mainland for a long time. Those who truly mastered them are extremely rare.

  The three moves of the Demon Saint must be used in conjunction with the Demon Saint's secret method to exert their due power. Unfortunately, the Demon Saint's secret method has always been stored in the Demon Saint Temple, and only the teachers and students of the Demon Saint Temple are qualified to practice it.

  Zhang Lao taught that demonic ape the "Mountain-Shaking" style, which was actually a variation of the "Earth-Shattering" style.

  The goblin awkwardly performed a mountain-sealing move, as if there was a tiger in front of it, and every move was meant to shock the tiger to death.

  Shake the mountain and shock the tiger!

  Kuosha style is a secret method for dealing with tiger-like demons, and it's more than enough to deal with a human sect master.

  "Go!" The white-haired old man instructed the demon ape.

  "Yes!"

  The demon ape swung its staff towards Sudao Xing, unleashing the Mountain-Crushing Style. One staff transformed into thousands of staffs, emitting a shockwave that would pulverize everything in its path.

  Whoosh!

  Su Dao Xing shot out the yin-yang fish-shaped arrow.

  Pfft!

  The Yin-Yang fish shot onto the waves, as if shooting onto a copper wall, and was actually blocked by that invisible wall, unable to advance even an inch.

  "Knock!"

  The demon ape swung its staff again, and a massive force directly repelled the yin-yang fish arrow.

  Su Dao Xing put away the yin-yang fish shuttle and said to the white-haired old man, "I am a student of the Demon Saint Institute, my identity jade pendant is proof. I came to this other institute not to compete with your demon ape, but to comprehend the sacred law passed down by the Demon Saint at the broken stele in that other institute."

  "Swindler, the divine method of the Wicked Sage is not to be found at the Seven Stele Pavilion. You've come to this Broken Stele Pavilion to comprehend it? What can you possibly comprehend? Only those seven steles in the Stele Forest are the sacred steles that hold the Wicked Sage's passed-down methods. As for this broken stele, it's just an ancient relic." The demon ape glared at Su Daoxue with a scowl.

  "Sir, do I need to ask a demon beast if I can cultivate at the broken stele?" Su Dao Xing glanced at the demon ape with disdain and looked at the white-haired old man, seeking his opinion.

  "You... you..." The angry goblin leaped up and down, as if wanting to beat Su Dao Xing to death with a stick.

  "The Demon Saint's transmission is without boundaries. Since you've found the Broken Stele, it means you have a connection with it, and you can cultivate there." The white-haired old man closed his eyes, as if everything in the world was isolated from him.

  Su Dao Xing had a feeling that the white-haired old man was clearly sitting in another courtyard, but he couldn't sense his presence.

  The white-haired old man was actually an existence that even Su Dao Xing, a master of the same level as Wu Wang, couldn't sense. It can be seen that the white-haired old man's cultivation is absolutely above that of cultivators and may even be a master or an even more powerful existence.

  The white-haired old man must be a person with a great background.