Chapter 92

The night was deep.

Inside the small tile house.

Senior Brother Ma Xiaohua was wearing a pair of large boxer shorts, lying on his side in deep meditation.

The cultivation technique bestowed by the Sect Leader today had been tossed to him by Heng Xian on the grounds that it wasn't suitable.

The excited Ma Xiaohua even had a smile on his face while in meditation.

Heng Xian sat cross-legged at the head of the bed, taking out the two cultivation technique jade slips: "Twenty Paths of Creation Escape Technique" and "Purple Star Eight Desolations Sword God Dao."

He immediately opened the "Mysterious Yellow Heavenly Hexagram": "Are there any taboos or points to note regarding these two cultivation techniques?"

The hexagram's answer: 【After calculation, the movement technique is excellent; you only need to adjust the flow of the sixth, ninth, thirteenth, and twenty-first chicken-rib acupoints. Practicing at the beginning of the Mao hour daily will yield the best results!

However, regarding the main cultivation technique, given that the host just switched to the "Universe Wonderful Sword Dao" not long ago, and the meridians and Qi Sea circulation have just become smooth,

it is suggested to wait at least half a year before switching techniques! The host can familiarize himself with the "Purple Star Eight Desolations Sword God Dao" and the related meridians beforehand.

Then, switch the technique in one go!】

Heng Xian rubbed his brow; that was rash. If he had known he could get such an awesome main cultivation technique, he wouldn't have practiced the nosebleed-inducing "Universe Wonderful Sword Dao."

Just wait.

The "Scripture Pointing Tower" challenge has become exceptionally exciting this year due to the appearance of the Ku Liu Peak true disciple, Heng Xian.

It is being talked about fervently among inner sect disciples and ordinary true disciples.

Even the outer sect disciples have heard of it.

Although the cultivation technique Heng Xian ended up with was a piece of trash that made people laugh their heads off, anyone with a brain could see this person's potential.

The eighteenth floor of the Scripture Pointing Tower—is that something an ordinary person can reach?

Even the few people who hold a grudge against him could only suppress their hatred for the time being under the reprimands of their elders.

For five consecutive days, Heng Xian practiced his movement technique every day.

This "Twenty Paths of Creation Escape Technique" is far stronger than the movement technique he obtained from the ancestor's portrait back at the Heng family, and it is also much harder to practice!

Each "path" mimics a type of demon or demonic beast, eerie and unpredictable. It's just that Heng Xian hasn't seen the real things, so he can only try his best to ponder them.

The morning of the sixth day.

Xing Guang, the outer sect steward under the care of Senior Sister Ma Xiaohua and her brother, brought seven or eight people to respectfully request an audience outside the peak.

Heng Xian had just finished his practice and walked over, surprised.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Heng!"

Led by Xing Guang, the group of eight "thumped" to their knees and kowtowed three times.

They were almost humble to the point of being in the dust.

This is the gap between outer sect disciples and true disciples—like the difference between clouds and mud!

Heng Xian sized up the group; there were men and women, all exuding a sense of worldliness. They must be old hands among the outer sect disciples. He said: "Get up, speak if you have something to say."

The group climbed up, also sizing him up, their eyes shining brightly. Xing Guang cupped his hands and said: "Senior Brother Heng, we eight have come specifically to invite you to a banquet. Could you please do us the honor?"

"Specifically invite me?" Heng Xian asked, surprised.

Xing Guang smiled obsequiously: "That's right! Specifically to invite Senior Brother Heng!"

Heng Xian looked back; his master, Nangong Luiluo, didn't know where she had died off to.

Now that conditions were better, Senior Sister Ye Batian used every moment to practice.

Senior Brother Ma Xiaohua was even more obsessed with practicing because of his technique switch.

Speaking of eating and drinking, Heng Xian was actually fed up with it. During this time, various cooking tools had been added to the courtyard, but Nangong Luiluo was nowhere to be seen all day long.

His senior brother came from an imperial background, and his senior sister was a princess; the cooking had to fall on him.

Running here to cook—what the hell!

He waved his hand and said: "Let's go!"

Xing Guang and his group were overjoyed: "Senior Brother Heng, please!"

"Wan Chao Peak"

In a larger steward's courtyard on a small peak of the Spirit Bridge.

A sumptuous banquet had already been set, featuring not only mountain delicacies and game but also seafood, fish, and shrimp.

The wine was pure five-grain brew; the aroma hit the nose as soon as the bottle cap was opened.

Xing Guang and the other seven respectfully accompanied Heng Xian to his seat.

Xing Guang coughed and clapped his hands: "Dance!"

More than a dozen young and pretty outer sect female disciples walked out from a corner nearby.

Each one was meticulously dressed, wearing little fabric, showing off their fair skin. They looked at Heng Xian, the true disciple whom all the stewards were carefully serving, with caution and restraint, and bowed: "Greetings, Senior Brother Heng!"

Saying this, they began to dance elegantly.

Even while dancing, their eyes never left Heng Xian.

Perhaps they were all daughters of noble families or officials outside, but in the cultivation sect, they were just the lowliest outer sect disciples.

For a true disciple like Heng Xian, let alone seeing him in person, they felt afraid just looking at that set of true disciple robes!

Heng Xian looked at the female disciples and the dishes on the table, shaking his head: "You guys are living the good life!"

Xing Guang and the others hurriedly smiled along: "Our talent is limited; we just hope to cultivate one day at a time, to make a little progress whenever we can. We are vulgar people,

incomparable to Senior Brother Heng's astonishing talent. You are destined to be an elder of a region in the future, shaking the cultivation world!"

"You know how to talk!" Heng Xian waved his hand, "Eat!"

"Senior Brother Heng, please first!" the group said respectfully.

Then, the table was filled with the clinking of glasses and gluttonous eating.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food.

Heng Xian put down his chopsticks and got straight to the point: "I won't speak in riddles. You invited me, surely not because we have a good friendship. Speak your mind!"

Xing Guang and the others hurriedly left the table and knelt, their faces serious: "We eight outer sect stewards wish to serve under Senior Brother Heng!"

The group of female disciples who had been dancing for a long time also knelt down.

Heng Xian looked at the group. He understood that this kind of "worship" was not apprenticeship. If it were his previous life, it would mean: "Brother Xian, we want to follow you!"

However, since he is the big brother, the big brother naturally has to protect his little brothers.

This kind of interdependent relationship exists not only in the Tianyuan Sect's outer sect but in any other sect as well!

"There are so many inner sect disciples and true disciples! Why did you come to me?" Heng Xian asked, pinching his chin.

A middle-aged female steward said with a face full of flattery: "Of course, it's because Senior Brother Heng is handsome, dashing, and romantic!"

Heng Xian chuckled: "Bullshit!"

The middle-aged female steward was startled.

Xing Guang took a deep breath and said: "Senior Brother Heng, you broke through eighteen floors of the Scripture Pointing Tower a few days ago, setting a record for the Tianyuan Sect!

We all believe that your future is boundless. By following you, we hope to seek a glimmer of fate opportunity!

We will offer our monthly tribute, and whatever you tell us to do, we will do without a word!"

Heng Xian was silent for a moment. There were indeed things he needed these guys for, but sticking his neck out for them was boring. After weighing the pros and cons, he nodded: "Fine!"

The group was overjoyed, hurriedly climbing up and raising their cups: "We toast Senior Brother Heng!"

"Cheers!"

The group drank it all in one gulp.

Heng Xian put down his cup and said: "I'll give you a task first!"

The group immediately listened carefully.

Heng Xian said: "I want the lives of two outer sect disciples! One is Xue Jiaoer, the other is Ye Qingyi! You can contact an outer sect female disciple named Su Wan'er; she is my person! You can work out the specific details!"

Xing Guang and the others looked at each other and cupped their fists in unison: "Don't worry, Senior Brother!"

"Very good!" Heng Xian nodded and walked out.

"See you off, Senior Brother!" The group followed behind.

Just as the group walked out of the courtyard gate, another group of people walked over from the opposite side.

The leader was Liu Qing, a true disciple of Xiao Song Peak, with whom he had had a conflict some time ago!

(End of chapter)