Chapter 778

After all, he had been in the Qinglong Society for so many years, with a wealth of martial cultivation treasures to draw from.

The current Tianshan Liu Yang Palm has now drawn close to the Immortal-grade Wu Gong.

"Yu Daiyan kowtows in thanks to the Fourth Dragon Head."

Yu Daiyan excelled in the rigid, forceful Zhen Shan Tie Zhang, and before his disability, he had also rigorously trained in the Wudang Nine Yang Gong.

This Tianshan Liu Yang Palm suits him extremely well.

"Rise, rise, no need for such formalities."

Senior Xiaoyaozi saw him preparing a grand bow, immediately swept his sleeve, and lifted him up.

"This is my fourth disciple, Zhang Songxi."

Zhang Sanfeng pointed to Zhang Songxi and introduced him to the group,

"His martial skill isn't the highest, nor his talent the greatest, but among my seven disciples, he is the most meticulous in character.

He has also studied the Daoist and Yi principles most thoroughly.

And he even used the Yi principles to create a set of Nine Palms Sword Art."

To be publicly praised by his Master as clever, even though Zhang Songxi was nearly forty, still made him feel strange.

"You are proficient in the Yi principles? Then it seems we are truly destined to connect!"

Xiao Aoshi had waited so long, and finally found someone suited to his martial art—he rushed forward without delay and handed Zhang Songxi a scroll.

"This is the Heart Sword; when perfected, it becomes the Only-Consciousness Sword Intent!

Born from the heart, emitted from the heart.

Most ethereal and elusive, hardest to master thoroughly—I hope you can achieve it!"

His move revealed one of his ultimate techniques—the Only-Consciousness Sword Intent!

Although after so long, he had since developed the Grief Sword Dao and the complete version of Wan Dao Sen Luo.

Yet the Only-Consciousness Sword Intent remains one of Xiao Aoshi's signature techniques.

Zhang Sanfeng immediately spoke up, "Songxi, this Only-Consciousness Sword Intent is no ordinary thing.

If you fully comprehend it, the Mythical Realm is attainable!"

Hearing his Master's words, Zhang Songxi finally realized how precious this sword intent was.

He immediately bowed to Xiao Aoshi, who merely smiled faintly and stepped back.

"This is my fifth disciple, Zhang Cuishan, he…"

Zhang Sanfeng pulled Zhang Cuishan forward, preparing to introduce him.

"Hah! No need to introduce him—the First Dragon Head has already spoken of Zhang Cuishan!"

Before Zhang Sanfeng could speak, several of them laughed.

Zhang Cuishan heard that the First Dragon Head, Ximen Wudi, had mentioned him—he was both flattered and bewildered.

After all, he was, at least nominally, one of the Wu Dangqixia, with considerable standing in the martial world.

But compared to a figure like the First Dragon Head, he was as insignificant as grass.

"Here, this is Wan Dao Sen Luo—it can integrate all martial arts under heaven into six paths!"

Xiao Aoshi again preempted, directly offering his ultimate treasure—Wan Dao Sen Luo.

Zhang Cuishan, in truth, did not understand Wan Dao Sen Luo.

But seeing Zhang Sanfeng's stunned expression, he immediately knew this martial art was no ordinary one.

He took it and immediately bowed deeply.

"You must be Mo Shenggu?"

Seeing the others had all given away their manuals, Xiao Jingtian noticed only one person remained—he instantly stepped forward to stand before him.

"Uh! This humble one is indeed Mo Shenggu, greetings, Master Xiao!"

Mo Shenggu looked at the plain, farmer-like Xiao Jingtian before him, yet dared not underestimate him for a moment.

He had only heard of Xiao Jingtian's reputation before; today was the first time he saw him in person.

Xiao Jingtian activated his divine art, transforming into a demonic god, accompanied by wind, rain, thunder, and fire—the terrifying, world-destroying aura of the demonic god.

Was firmly imprinted in Mo Shenggu's heart.

"What do you specialize in?"

Xiao Jingtian was truly stumped—he was best at only Hun Tian Si Jue.

But Hun Tian Si Jue was profound and mysterious, and followed the external body cultivation path.

Whether Mo Shenggu could learn it was uncertain, but he followed the Wudang internal path.

Yet everyone else had already given away their manuals; if Xiao Jingtian did not give one, it would seem odd.

"This humble disciple excels in swordplay and lightness techniques…"

Mo Shenggu was also at a loss—he was the latest to join and was not directly taught by Zhang Sanfeng.

Compared to his six senior brothers, each had forged their own path.

He not only remained at the Peerless realm, but had not even created his own martial way.

Aside from mastering Wudang's Rou Zhi Rou Jian Fa, the only other technique he could boast was Wudang's Ti Yun Zong.

"Hmm!"

Xiao Jingtian frowned, reached out to feel Mo Shenggu's sinews and bones, and his frown deepened.

"Big Brother! Mo Qixia is from the Wudang Sect—you follow the external path, which clashes with Wudang—why force it?"

Xiao Aoshi saw Xiao Jingtian's expression and knew he had already assessed Mo Shenggu's physique through bone-touching—it was unsuitable for external cultivation.

Without waiting for him to speak, he spoke up directly, offering Xiao Jingtian an escape.

Zhang Sanfeng also knew this Xiao Jingtian, Master Xiao, possessed divine martial arts and was among the most powerful of the guest masters.

Even if he left the Qinglong Society, going to any other major faction would be enough to make him the chief Guardian National Offering.

The rise of You Dongying was precisely because the Xiao brothers passed on their arts.

But he also knew that Xiao Jingtian's methods were external hard arts, truly vastly different from Wu Dang Wu Gong.

He also saw, through bone-feeling, that Mo Shenggu was not suited to walk his Xu Luzi.

Zhang Sanfeng also spoke up at the right moment,

"Today this old Daoist merely brought them along to meet the world's mighty ones and to admire the bearing of all of you.

Who would have thought, everyone truly gave this old Daoist too much face, actually gifting so many divine arts; this old Daoist and Wu Dang are ashamed to accept them.

As for Mr. Xiao, you need not…"

"Hah!"

Before Zhang Sanfeng could finish, Xiao Jingtian suddenly roared, flames bursting forth across his whole body, sweeping Mo Shenggu into the fire along with him.

"Ah…"

The Wu Dangqixia were as close as brothers; seeing Xiao Jingtian suddenly sweep Mo Shenggu away in raging flames, the others could not help but worry.

"Don't worry, Mr. Xiao is giving Mo Shenggu a tremendous opportunity here!"

Zhang Sanfeng watched the flames burn ever fiercer, forcing them to retreat, saw the worry of his disciples, and immediately set their minds at ease.

"Big Brother has really put in the capital here…"

Xiao Aoshi looked at the flames and clicked his tongue inwardly.

Senior Xiaoyaozi and the others could not help but nod as well.

After a while, the flames dispersed.

Xiao Jingtian returned hand in hand with Mo Shenggu.

The massive flames had seemed as if they could devour everything.

Yet Mo Shenggu was not injured, not even a thread of his clothing was harmed.

Only the Wu Dangqixia could sense that Mo Shenggu's sinews and bones had undergone an enormous change.

"This is the Li Fire Shroud, an introductory art I created years ago based on the Hun Tian Si Jue.

If you can cultivate it to the extreme, it will be enough to enter the Heavenly Being Realm, and you may also cultivate the Hun Tian Si Jue."

At this point it was Xiao Jingtian's complexion that looked somewhat poor, his hands even trembling slightly, as he pulled an illustrated manual from his bosom and handed it to Mo Shenggu.

Everyone else could sense the change—how could Mo Shenggu himself not feel it?

At the very start, when he was swept up by the flames, he had been uneasy.

When a stream of hot Qi passed from Xiao Jingtian's palm, ceaselessly tempering his four limbs and hundred bones, his flesh and skin.