Chapter 83: Cultivation Methods and the Sutra Pointing Tower

Su Wan'er no longer cared about any master‑servant relationship; she threw herself into Heng Xian's arms, eyes watery with tears, lamenting the elder's grievance.

Heng Xian chuckled lightly: "You're so scheming; I give you nine points—adding another would make you proud!"

Su Wan'er released his embrace, wiped the corner of her eyes: "Having followed the young master for so long, I must not disgrace his teachings!"

Heng Xian asked: "Playing like this, aren't you afraid of setting yourself on fire? If that Wang leans on you, how will you get rid of him?"

Su Wan'er bit her lip, brushed aside her left arm, revealing gecko spirit sand, her face resolute: "I'll keep this for you forever!"

Heng Xian rubbed his nose: "Cut the act, I'm still growing my body."

Su Wan'er stuck out her tongue: "Young master, rest assured, even though we've only known each other for a day, I'm familiar with Wang's temperament; I can easily turn him into a lapdog!"

Xue Jiao'er can at most let her live another month!

Heng Xian said: "Don't underestimate others; be careful not to overplay, or you'll be played by them!"

If danger arises, first invoke my name—Bitter Willow Peak true‑transmission disciple Heng Xian; whether it works or not, put it on top!

Su Wan'er nodded obediently: "Understood. Young master, shall you go check my room? I live together with three female disciples."

"No need, I have other matters. Take these items and cultivate properly!" Heng Xian pulled out several bottles of pills and some spirit crystals.

Su Wan'er took the items, chatted with Heng Xian for a while, then left, looking back every few steps.

Heng Xian pondered briefly, leapt into the house, and sat waiting.

Soon after, that "Senior Brother Wang" returned, and upon seeing Heng Xian in true‑transmission disciple robes, he startled, quickly bowing low: "I—I've seen you, senior brother; may I know what guidance this senior brother offers?"

Heng Xian toyed with his teacup, got straight to the point: "I heard Su Wan'er is under your charge; she's my concubine. Do you know what to do?"

"Senior Brother Wang" was startled, then with a serious face said: "From today onward, junior sister Su is my own sister; anyone who lays a finger on her, I will fight to the death!"

"You can be taught, youngster!" Heng Xian displayed the pride a true‑transmission disciple should have, stood up and walked out: "I've taken note of you; well done, from now on I'll watch over you!"

"Senior Brother Wang" rejoiced: "Thank you, senior brother. Take care!"

Returning to where Ma Xiaohua and the other were, the matter had been settled and people dispersed, but the two wore uneasy expressions.

On the way back, Ma Xiaohua said: "We've gotten into some trouble!"

Heng Xian was surprised: "What trouble?"

Ye Batian said: "Usually, the outer‑door disciples who have conflicts with Xing Guang handle affairs, while some inner‑door disciples cover them. When we step in, we immediately give face."

But this time, the backstage named Zhang Dazui is Liu Qing, a true‑transmission disciple of Little Pine Mountain; Liu Qing's sister ranks 87th on the Earth Ranking.

Liu Qing relies on his sister and is somewhat overbearing!

Heng Xian thought: "All are true‑transmission disciples; when trouble arises, if you clash with them and can't win, the master steps in; if the master can't handle it, the master's lover steps in—don't panic."

Ma Xiaohua and Ye Batian looked at him in surprise: "The master's lover? You mean the sect leader? That's the master's nonsense!"

Heng Xian said: "Then it's the master's business; otherwise, what use would she have?"

"The junior brother's words… make sense!"

Ma Xiaohua and Ye Batian wore awkward expressions.

Ahead was the barren Crying Willow Mountain; Ye Batian suddenly reached out and stopped them: "Start vomiting!"

Seeing Heng Xian puzzled, Ma Xiaohua explained: "The master is shrewd; hoarding food at Bitter Willow Peak is a grave sin, and if discovered you'll be punished!"

After speaking, the two squatted, cleared their throats, and vomited wildly.

Heng Xian: "…"

What's the difference between spitting out after eating and pulling it back in?

As the two finished vomiting, a crisp, slightly wicked voice rang from the bald mountain opposite: "Xiao Huahua, Xiao Tiantian, Xiao Xianxian, what are you doing?"

Ma Xiaohua's face changed: "It's over, seems the master discovered us; the junior brother hasn't vomited yet!"

"Let's go back first; if delayed, her temper will flare even more!" Ye Batian rushed forward.

The three returned to the small courtyard, where Nan Gong Lilu was already reclining on a dirty lounge chair, her long legs exposed, somewhat alluring,

but her mouth was greasy, reeking of alcohol, giving off a defeated atmosphere.

Seeing the three return, Nan Gong Lilu's eyes brightened, and with a "whoosh" she moved to them, sniffing like a dog's nose,

She hesitated before Ma Xiaohua and the other, but upon reaching Heng Xian, she erupted in anger: "You stinky brat, daring to hoard food? Without the master, you deserve punishment!"

Heng Xian replied leisurely: "It's as if you hoarded food and brought us along!"

"Um…" Nan Gong Lilu paused, then continued raging, "Bringing us along is respect; as a master, not bringing you is my duty. Don't force it!"

"The master is a perfect double standard!" Heng Xian continued: "May I ask why the 59 mid‑grade spirit crystals owed to me today?"

I clearly gave you 90 mid‑grade spirit crystals for services; as the master of a peak, you wouldn't shamelessly deduct a new disciple's spirit crystals, would you? Surely not?

"Such a thing?" Nan Gong Lilu scratched her nose, "You must have mistaken. I'm in a good mood today; it's your first day joining, let's not discuss irrelevant matters."

"The master is right!" Ma Xiaohua and Ye Batian flashed into the house and quickly shut the door.

"Little rabbit brat, you ran so fast!"

Nan Gong Lilu staggered into the house, turned back, hooked her finger, and said, "Little Xian, night is falling, come into the master's room!"

Heng Xian suddenly realized a serious issue: the three master and disciples each have a separate room—where should I sleep?

"Little Xian, why haven't you come in?" a coquettish voice echoed from the bamboo house, Nan Gong Lilu.

Heng Xian forced himself inside, weaving past a mountain of broken furniture, and saw a relatively tidy bed at the back,

Nan Gong Lilu reclined, her figure graceful, patting the bedside: "Sit here, little foe!"

In that moment, Heng Xian wanted to compose a poem, but it turned into: "The room's so filthy, how can you have time for flirtation?"

"Flirtation, as if!?" Nan Gong Lilu's expression grew serious, "The cultivation method you learned in that little place is too rustic; it's time for a change—let the master give you a lesson!"

Heng Xian nodded and quickly found a stool to sit.

Nan Gong Lilu produced a jade slip: "You possess the Sword Dao Saint Body, ranking 13th among the ancient eighteen great saint bodies and true bodies—still decent."

In terms of dueling techniques and one‑on‑one combat, it's also decent. The master pondered for a long time, then went to the scripture repository and selected for you the cultivation method "Qian Kun Miao Jian Dao".

This method is earth‑tier mid‑grade; its feature is long, deep spiritual power, which combined with Sword Dao is fierce and mighty.

The drawback is that the internal fire is too strong, making nosebleeds easy!

Heng Xian thought for a moment: "When can I learn that enlarging technique?"

"You really do keep thinking about it!"

Nangong Liluo said: "It's a Golden Core realm technique; it's not too late to learn after you reach Golden Core!"

Now you have two choices: either accept this cultivation method and practice step by step.

Or, after nine days, the once‑a‑year 'Point Meridian Tower' will open; you go in and challenge it, and whatever technique you obtain from whichever floor you reach is up to your own ability.

But I'll say it up front: when the time comes, with so many people watching the formation, if you get bounced out before the third floor, you'll lose face for your master, and I'll send you off to work as a duck for three years!

I'm going to be killed by you guys! What a damned Spirit Sword Mountain, plagiarism!

Different plot directions, different styles, different worlds—I wrote 200,000 words, then suddenly plagiarized those two chapters; am I going crazy?

Last night I spent two hours flipping through, finally finding that chapter in the tens of chapters of Spirit Sword Mountain; indeed the character settings are similar, indeed the mountain peaks are similar—this we have to admit!

But I swear, I had read twenty‑odd chapters of Spirit Sword Mountain years ago, then stopped because I kept seeing it was just trials.

When I was drafting the outline of this book, a shadow of this character appeared in my mind,

Later, when I was pondering the mountain peaks, a friend told me about this weird master; I thought it was fresh, so I just went ahead with it!

But this…

How should I explain this?

The book has already ended up like this; with just a few subscriptions, what's the point?

I'm really going to get depressed! Damn it!

(End of chapter)