How Miserable Xuandu Was, Journey to the West Was Approaching

Upon hearing this, Laozi slowly stroked his beard and said, "Xuandu, you already admitted that the medicine bottle was yours, yet now you claim to know nothing. Do you think your master is so easily fooled?"

Xuandu looked utterly innocent. "Master, you have to believe me. I really never refined anything like an aphrodisiac..."

Laozi chuckled. "If you did not refine it, then surely Ting'er did not refine it either? He is still young—he could not possibly make something like that..."

Xuandu cursed inwardly, Oh, so the Holy Envoy is still young, but I am already old? Master, have you forgotten that I was personally molded by him? By age, I am definitely younger than him...

After giving Xuandu a thorough beating, Laozi sighed. "ε=(′ο｀*))) Sigh, I accidentally hit a little too hard. I beat you so badly that even this old Daoist could barely recognize you as Xuandu..."

After saying that, Laozi paused, then waved his fly-whisk. "What I am about to teach you is the true divine ability..." Then he began his explanation. "The way of Heaven diminishes excess and replenishes deficiency..."

As Xuandu listened to Laozi's explanation, he asked, "Master, did you comprehend this divine ability from excess and deficiency?"

Laozi nodded solemnly. "Precisely... The methods of your Second and Third Martial Uncles each have their own strengths. Drawing upon them, I created a method called One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones..."

Xuandu was stunned. "Master, you are going to teach me the method of One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones?"

Laozi shook his head. "I can only teach you part of it. After all, you only understand the Human Sect's cultivation methods. It would not be good to teach you too much of the Chan Sect's and Interception Sect's divine abilities..."

Xuandu was speechless.