Chapter 192

【Bone Quality: Rank Three】

【Comprehension: Superior】

【Cultivation Techniques: "Great Freedom Mystic Golden Sword Art" (Minor Achievement), "Heavenly Cloud Soaring Long Bu" (Beginner), "Huang Quan Devouring Blood Art" (Third Layer)...】

"Sss~"

When he saw the section on cultivation techniques, Meng Zhangqing couldn't help but inhale sharply.

It was the "Great Freedom Mystic Golden Sword Art"!

To be honest, he had just been planning to go out and make connections, trying to find out who practiced this technique...

Who would have thought someone would come to him voluntarily!

It was like receiving a pillow just as you fall asleep!

Was this a gift from fate itself?

And his mastery of the sword art wasn't low.

It was fully at the Minor Achievement Realm!

If he could obtain this attribute from this person, he could use the Mastery Card and instantly reach Perfection!

"Wei Qing, right? I'm determined to be friends with you!"

Meng Zhangqing's lips curled slightly.

But when he saw the later cultivation techniques...

His heart stirred.

He had never heard of the "Heavenly Cloud Soaring Long Bu"—it might also be a Grade Earth technique.

But the "Huang Quan Devouring Blood Art"—

It looked unmistakably like a demonic art.

And it bore the name Huang Quan.

The Huangquanmo Sect, one of the Ten Great Demon Sects?

It must be.

As a true disciple of Weitaixuan Sect, his future was bright and promising—he'd hardly ever cultivate demonic arts.

So this man was almost certainly a spy sent by the Huangquanmo Sect!

To have infiltrated and reached the position of true disciple under the Zong Sect's watchful eyes—

He truly had some ability.

Too bad, under the Probe Eye, he had nowhere to hide.

And his luck was incredible—he'd just been promoted to true disciple and already encountered someone like this.

"Though you're a spy, for now I still need to befriend you."

Meng Zhangqing thought to himself.

First, get the attribute.

"Junior Brother Meng."

Seeing Meng Zhangqing seem lost in thought, Wei Qing stepped in and called softly.

"I was lost in thought—forgive me, Senior Brothers."

Meng Zhangqing smiled slightly, "Please sit."

"Junior Brother, you overstate it. A prodigy like you occasionally has a moment of inspiration—it's common. I'm the one afraid of disturbing you."

Wei Qing sat down with a smile. "These two are also true disciples: Wang Shanlin and He Nian. They just happened to pass by and wanted to see what this new rising star of the sect, who's been the talk of the Zong Sect lately, looks like."

"Junior Brother Meng."

Both bowed to Meng Zhangqing.

Though their seniority preceded his, in the Cultivation World, strength is supreme—seniority means nothing.

Still, respect must be shown.