Teach a technique?
Fang Wang felt a surge of joy, though he forced his expression to remain calm. He said evenly, "If you want to teach, I'm naturally willing to learn. But you have to teach something powerful. Ordinary spells won't help me much."
The Mysterious Sun Scripture, Battle True Scripture, Nine Dragon Divine Transformation Art, and Startling Swan Divine Sword Art—obtaining any one of them was enough to tower over one's peers. Yet he had already cultivated all of them to great completion, and his horizons had risen accordingly.
Beyond that, he had also mastered the White Rainbow Escape Technique, Spirit Nurturing Sword Energy, Body Protection Divine Gang, Great Heaven Lightning Summoning Technique, and Breathless Natural Skill.
At present, he did not lack combat spells. What interested him instead were some unorthodox arts.
Such as sealing, soul capture, deduction, and so on.
The smile on Zhou Xue's face deepened at his words. She walked toward the bed not far away, her voice drifting lightly over. "Come here."
Fang Wang followed, beginning to wonder what sort of spell this Immortal Venerable would teach him.
Zhou Xue sat cross-legged on the bed and gestured for Fang Wang to sit before her. Fang Wang showed no timidity and climbed onto the bed as well.
Little Purple poked his head out from Fang Wang's robes, flicking his tongue as his snake eyes fixed fiercely on Zhou Xue.
Zhou Xue suddenly flicked her sleeve at him. His head tilted to one side, and he immediately lost consciousness, his tongue hanging from his mouth. Then Zhou Xue pulled him out.
Fang Wang did not stop her. He knew Zhou Xue had something to say.
"Let's start with your first question. I investigated it. The news was spread by a disciple from the Third Vein. Guang