At dusk, Myriad Sutra Cave.
"Three thousand White Jade? He really is a fat sheep!" Lu Han leaned against the counter by the entrance and chuckled.
"Here, take these two thousand White Jade for you boys to split." Hu Buwei nodded with a smile and pushed a wooden box toward Lu Han.
"Which Secret Art did he choose?" Lu Han opened the wooden box, grabbed a handful of White Jade, then let them fall, casually asking amid the clinking collisions.
"Nine Lives Tribulation Splitting Art." Hu Buwei did not hide it.
"Our Hundred Illusions Sect has a Secret Art like that?" Lu Han was puzzled.
"I made it up yesterday." Hu Buwei spoke with a perfectly calm expression.
Lu Han: "..."
"It does have its uses." Hu Buwei chuckled. "But how useful it is depends on how far he cultivates it."
"You old man, you're fucking fooling people again." Lu Han shook his head, caught between laughter and tears.
"Don't say that. After all... I'm not the only one fooling people." Hu Buwei smiled placidly, utterly unmoved.
"Those other Secret Arts for evading tribulations and warding off disasters can at most block the Curse Killing Secret Technique. Wanting to use that stuff to withstand the heavenly punishment of a Pure Yang Dao Ancestor is pure delusion. The Qianji Sect's loopholes aren't so easy to exploit."
"Aren't you afraid he'll come back to trouble you after he succeeds in cultivation?" Lu Han asked with interest.
"He'll first have to survive the Pure Yang Dao Ancestor's Five Thunder Strike before he gets the chance to settle accounts with me." Hu Buwei smiled rather slyly. "Besides, my Secret Art does have its uses. If he truly gets blasted to death by Thunder Art, it only means he hasn't cultivated it well enough."
Lu