Chapter 1223

"Young Master Lin, in this old man's life I've never begged anyone. Today, consider it me begging you—please do me a favor."

"What favor?" Ximen Wudi asked lightly.

"Please help me step into the Nascent Soul stage!" Ouyang Batian said, his gaze resolute, each word deliberate.

"Oh?" Ximen Wudi was taken aback, then raised his brows, a teasing smile curling on his lips.

"Are you sure?"

Ouyang Batian nodded heavily, his eyes bright and fierce.

Ximen Wudi rolled his eyes, then gave a faint smile.

"I can help you, but the condition is very simple."

"Please speak." A flicker of delight crossed Ouyang Batian's eyes.

"When I reach Nascent Soul, you must help me wipe out Ouyang City!"

"You…" Ouyang Batian heard this, his brows furrowing.

"You don't mean to destroy the entire Ouyang clan, do you?"

Ximen Wudi shrugged, his expression calm.

"I don't just want to wipe out the Ouyang clan—I want to wipe out every force hostile to the Ouyang clan!"

"This grudge, I'll repay sooner or later, but not now!"

Ximen Wudi's words struck Ouyang Batian once more; he couldn't help but nod inwardly—this young man's ambitions are considerable.

Seeing this, the corner of Ximen Wudi's mouth curved upward.

This Ouyang Batian, though his strength is formidable, is after all just a Wu Zhiren, straightforward in nature, unsuited for scheming and trickery.

"What blood feud do you have with the Ouyang clan?"

"This…" Ouyang Batian hesitated for a long moment, then finally slowly uttered a sentence.

"I have a father's-murder vendetta with her!"

Pfft!

A father's-murder vendetta?!

"Haha, this really is the great flood rushing into Long Wang's temple!" Ximen Wudi couldn't help but clutch his belly in laughter.

Ouyang Batian, meanwhile, wore a blank, bewildered look, staring at Ximen Wudi in confusion.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Ouyang Batian, I was just teasing you!" Ximen Wudi stopped laughing and waved his hand as he spoke.

"Uh… you're playing me?" Ouyang Batian glared at once.

"No, I was merely testing you."

"What did you say!" Ouyang Batian flared up, suddenly darting right up to Ximen Wudi.

"You little brat, you're bullying people too far!" Ouyang Batian ground his teeth as he spoke.

Ximen Wudi hurriedly stepped back a pace, then shook his head with a bitter smile.

Damn, he had still underestimated Ouyang Batian's temper.

This old fellow's fiery temper is no less than that of the Fire Cloud Evil God!.

1021 A Vast Sea of Blood Feud.

1021 A Vast Sea of Blood Feud.

"Fine, I apologize to you!" Ximen Wudi conceded.

"Hmph!" Ouyang Batian snorted coldly, clearly still puffed up with anger.

"I promise, as long as I help you step into the Nascent Soul stage, I guarantee I'll help you avenge this vast sea of blood feud."

"Really?" Ouyang Batian's brows lifted, a gleam of excitement shooting from his eyes.

"Of course it's true. Do you think I look like someone who'd trick you?"

Ouyang Batian thought briefly, then suddenly spoke: "I hope, Young Master Lin, that your word is your bond!"

"Naturally." Ximen Wudi solemnly slapped his chest.

"Good! I'll transmit the Yin-Yang Art to you right now!" Ouyang Batian finished speaking and sat down cross-legged.

Seeing this, Ximen Wudi imitated Ouyang Batian's posture, sat cross-legged beside him, closed his eyes, and concentrated his spirit.

Very soon, Ximen Wudi entered a state of self-forgetting, and the cultivation method of the Yin-Yang Art surfaced in his mind.

"Eh?"

Suddenly, Ximen Wudi discovered that this Yin-Yang Art seemed to be no ordinary spell.

Its circulation route was extremely peculiar, and its content obscure and hard to grasp.

Ximen Wudi tried circulating his meridians along this strange route, and immediately felt a warm, cozy sensation all over his body.

The speed at which spiritual power moved within his body instantly increased greatly.

Before long, Ximen Wudi was immersed in it, forgetting everything around him.

Hum~

After an unknown length of time, a great surge of spiritual power suddenly welled up from his dantian, rushing madly along his meridians toward his limbs and body.

"Hoo~"

Ximen Wudi let out a long breath of turbid air and slowly opened his eyes.

"So comfortable!" Ximen Wudi couldn't help but cry out.

Then, Ximen Wudi discovered that he had actually leveled up again, reaching early-stage Jin Dan!

"This cultivation method is truly wondrous!" Ximen Wudi rejoiced inwardly.

This Yin-Yang Art lives up to its reputation as a Heaven-grade cultivation method; cultivating it is indeed extraordinary.

In such a short time, his spiritual power had increased by so much—it was simply terrifying!

Seeing Ximen Wudi stop, Ouyang Batian hurriedly asked.

"Young Master Lin, have you grasped the essence of the Yin-Yang Art?"

"I've grasped a little of it."

"Really?" Ouyang Batian's eyes suddenly lit up.

Ximen Wudi, meanwhile, felt a bout of gloom—could he really be lying when he said he'd grasped a little?

"Mm." Ximen Wudi replied somewhat helplessly, "But it doesn't seem to be especially clear."

"I see…" A look of disappointment immediately flashed through Ouyang Batian's eyes.

He had originally been counting on Ximen Wudi to borrow his Yin-Yang power to help him break through his bottleneck.

But who would have thought this Ximen Wudi couldn't even find the doorway.

What was he to do now? Was he just supposed to slink away from here like that?

"Young Master Lin, if you don't mind, would you share your understanding of the Yin-Yang Art with this old man?" Ouyang Batian asked somewhat awkwardly.

Ximen Wudi, however, shook his head.

"No need. I'll continue studying that set of fist techniques."

Hearing this, Ouyang Batian immediately showed a gratified expression.

"Good, no rush for this moment. Young Master Lin, let's discuss another betrothal."

Ximen Wudi's brow furrowed slightly, then a mischievous grin appeared on his face.

"I say, old man, have you forgotten? The two of us are only engaged by a childhood betrothal—we haven't yet bowed at the hall and become wed."

Hearing this, Ouyang Batian's face reddened, then he glared.

"Hmph, is that any of your business!"

Ximen Wudi curled his lip. "Since the old man insists, I'll agree to it then."

"But let me say the ugly part first—if this marriage makes your Sun Nu go back on her word, I won't do it!"

"Don't worry!" Ouyang Batian said proudly.

"I, Ouyang Batian, have been a bachelor my whole life, with only you as my one and only heir—how could I possibly let you suffer any grievance?"

After Ouyang Batian finished speaking, he suddenly flicked out a finger, sending a sword Qi shooting toward the distance.

Immediately after, a thunderous boom rang out—a tree as thick as a bowl's rim was sliced clean in half at the waist, wood chips flying sideways, the scene terrifying beyond words.