Chapter 24

All one could say was that killing people and seizing treasure truly earned one a golden belt. Why work hard when hacking people down was so much faster for getting rich?

If you weren't ruthless, you couldn't stand firm!

"Many thanks for Elder's guidance!"

Lin Xuan accepted the jade slip and Disciple Token Luo Tongtian handed him, then thanked him again.

But at that moment, Luo Tongtian suddenly waved his hand, and a jade slip appeared out of thin air, hovering before Lin Xuan.

"What is this?"

Lin Xuan froze, looking at Luo Tongtian in confusion.

"A Mystic-Grade Low-Rank Movement Technique, Concealed Breath Stride. It combines long-distance bursts, close-range maneuvering, and even concealing one's aura. This movement martial skill was created by this old man, and I am giving it to you now!"

Luo Tongtian spoke casually.

"Giving it to me?"

Lin Xuan's eyes gleamed as he looked at Luo Tongtian excitedly.

A Mystic-Rank Low-Grade Martial Skill—moreover, a special movement-type one—was probably worth at least three or four thousand Contribution Points.

Together with the battle saber from before, Luo Tongtian had directly given him five or six thousand Contribution Points.

For an outer sect Pavilion Elder, earning that many Contribution Points could not have been easy, could it?

At that moment, Lin Xuan's favorable impression of Luo Tongtian soared rapidly.

"You heard correctly. Take it. This old man is making an investment. If you get anything good in the future, just give this old man a little."

Luo Tongtian spoke bluntly, making no effort to hide his calculations. It could be said that he was open and aboveboard.

"This disciple truly lacks a movement technique, so I shall not refuse your generous gift."

"This disciple will never forget Elder's great kindness!"

Lin Xuan gave Luo Tongtian a deep bow.

"Mm. It is enough that you remember it. Go, cultivate well, and make contributions to the Sacred Land as soon as possible."

Luo Tongtian nodded and lightly waved his hand, his gaze upon Lin Xuan filled with approval.

"Yes!"

"This disciple takes his leave!"

Lin Xuan thanked and bowed to Luo Tongtian once more before turning and leaving for the menial disciples' resting area.

There was still plenty of time before he had to slaughter pigs. Lin Xuan planned to immediately cultivate the Blood Battle Three Forms and Concealed Breath Stride.

"Unfortunately, I got carried away earlier and wasted cultivation time. Now I only have thirty-six years left. I can only uphold the principle of maximizing benefits and cultivate the Blood Battle Three Forms first."

As a Mystic-Grade Low-Rank Movement Technique, Lin Xuan felt that even if he invested all thirty-six years into Concealed Breath Stride, it might not cause the slightest ripple.

Cultivating the Blood Battle Three Forms first was the most cost-effective choice.

Without further delay, he pressed the jade slip to his brow. After absorbing all the information, his consciousness sank into the first floor of the Soul Suppressing Pagoda, into the virtual space of Myriad Ages in an Instant.

Lin Xuan entered a state of cultivation. Meanwhile, Pavilion Elder Luo Tongtian flashed and vanished. When he reappeared, he was already in the main hall of Divine Sky Sacred Peak.

Sacred Lord Wang Xuanfeng was cultivating. Sensing the fluctuation in aura, he immediately opened his eyes.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Wang Xuanfeng hurriedly rose and gave Luo Tongtian a slight bow.

"Martial Uncle, you have come."

If Lin Xuan heard that form of address, who knew what he would think.

He knew Luo Tongtian was powerful, and that his status might be extraordinary, but he had never imagined that even the Sacred Lord had to address him as Martial Uncle.

"Mm!"

Luo Tongtian lightly nodded at Wang Xuanfeng before speaking. "Xuanfeng, was there an error in the test of the newly promoted menial disciple Lin Xuan? Do you know just how monstrous he is?"

Wang Xuanfeng was clearly taken aback, then frowned slightly. "Martial Uncle has seen his extraordinary qualities?"

Lin Xuan was a menial disciple, while Luo Tongtian was in the outer sect Martial Pavilion. Wang Xuanfeng was not surprised that he knew of such matters.

"Oh? So you know of him. Then why is he still merely a menial disciple?"

Displeasure appeared on Luo Tongtian's face.

"Martial Uncle, Martial Sister Liu and I have already discussed this matter. Please do not worry; Xuanfeng will explain at once."

As Wang Xuanfeng spoke, he told Luo Tongtian some of the conclusions he and Liu Ruyan had reached through their investigation.

As Luo Tongtian listened, his brows unconsciously knit tighter and tighter.

"A fortuitous encounter?"

"Did he say that himself?"

In the end, Luo Tongtian asked in great confusion.

"He did indeed say it himself, and he said it to the person closest to him, so it should be true."

"There was no error in the talent aptitude test. He is unquestionably a Useless Body of Ten Thousand Years."

"What a pity. If such an inheritance had gone to a disciple with fifth- or sixth-grade aptitude, they could at least have reached the pinnacle of the third great realm in the future."