Chapter 34
Hearing that, the man was taken aback.
There were numerous cultivators in this world, and each one of them had their own secrets. Furthermore, they regarded the flaw in their cultivation techniques as the most important secret.
Over the past two decades, he had poured in all his effort to cultivate the Three Yin Styles, which had made him a formidable Divine Court expert. However, the greater the gains were, the greater the cost would be. The price he had to pay was suffering the pain from the chills in his body.
‘How did this old man know about it?’ He pushed away a lock of hair that fell from his forehead and stared at Lu Zhou with a pair of eyes as large as that of a cow.
“Let me ask you again, who are you?” His tone grew cold and dark.
Lu Zhou and Little Yuan’er remained standing as if nothing had happened, but Murong Hai peed in his pants again and slumped to the ground. ‘What a scary voice! He must be a villain of Golden Court Mountain!’
2Lu Zhou went on according to what he found in his memory, “When you betrayed the Dao Societies, you had only learned the Three Yin Styles but not the Six Yang Techniques. The extreme cold needs to be balanced with the extreme Yang. It is a miracle that you are still alive today.”
“Old Mister, if I may say one more thing…”
1“What is it?”
“The child is amazingly gifted, and with her cultivation base reaching the peak, her future is limitless. It’s a pity that she hasn’t fully understood the proper way of dealing with people.”
Lu Zhou looked up at Little Yuan’er, who was fighting in the distance. He knew about her temper and character very well. It would take more than just a few days to teach her that.
“You are right. I’ve been thinking about how to teach her the way of dealing with people recently.” He was telling the truth.
“Old Mister is truly a wise man! The child is fortunate to have you teaching her!”
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The black-clothed man’s face was covered with dust, and he kept coughing as energy blasts struck him continuously. It did not take long for him to fall to the ground and stop moving.
“Let’s continue!” said Little Yuan’er smilingly. “Hey, get up now! That was a good move you just made. Come on, let’s fight again!”
Their battle had broken all the nearby trees and riddled the ground with holes of varying sizes.
“This is so boring!” said Little Yuan’er when she saw the man not move anymore.
“Kof! Kof!” The black-clothed man raised his hands and waved them as he said with difficulty, “I, I don’t want…to fight anymore…”
That was when Lu Zhou rose to his feet while smiling, “It looks like they’ve had enough fighting.”
“Very good! Congratulations, Old Mister! Now that all the people of the Ci Family have been rescued, this journey is finally over,” said Murong Hai.
Lu Zhou shook his head as he looked at the man lying on the ground and said, “It’s not over…On the contrary, this is just the beginning.”
“Ah?”
“What do you say, Pan Zhong?”
The black-clothed man shuddered. “How do you know my name?”
“Let’s return to the topic just now.” Lu Zhou walked forward slowly and said, “You could’ve lived another three months. Do you want to die now?”
“What?” Pan Zhong’s heart trembled, and he did a backward flip. Dust fell off his body, but his face was still filthy, and he was having difficulty standing straight.
“I didn’t expect this little girl’s cultivation base to be so profound, but she is still not strong enough to kill me.” Pan Zhong looked at Little Yuan’er warily.
They had fought over a few hundred rounds, and he was being attacked like a practice target all the while. If truth be told, he wished to turn around and run away right now.
“The true power of the Three Yin Styles can only be brought out with the help of the Six Yang Technique. You’ve only learned the Three Yin Styles, and that’s why you can’t get its essence,” Lu Zhou said.
“Why have I never heard about this so-called Six Yang Technique?”
Little Yuan’er spat as she rolled her eyes and said, “What’s so good about this Six Yang Technique? My Grandpa knows countless cultivation techniques!”
“Countless?”
Right then, whistles could be heard approaching from the distance. Everyone could tell that those were the sound of swords flying across the air.
The group of unknown cultivators came in a threatening manner and great numbers, and many of them had profound cultivation bases. A voice rang out before the people could be seen, “We haven’t seen each other in a long time, Little Junior Sister!”
A crimson flying chariot approached from the distant sky, followed by dozens of cultivators, who poured over rapidly like floodwater.