Wang Wu took a swig of wine, smacked her lips, and said, "Shengjing Immortal Sect? A bunch of people with their noses in the air. Do they really think they're invincible under heaven? Don't worry, Little Lu, leave this matter to Martial Uncle!"
Wang Lu curled his lips. "Fifth Elder, how do you plan to deal with this?"
Wang Wu smiled mysteriously. "This old mountain dweller has her own brilliant plan. Oh, right, Xuan Mo, my little darling, how has your cultivation been lately?"
Xuan Mo answered respectfully, "Reporting to Master, I've cultivated Formless Sword Bone to the second layer."
Wang Wu patted Xuan Mo's shoulder approvingly. "Not bad, not bad. You really are your Martial Uncle's good disciple! Come, let me test you. What is the essence of Formless Sword Bone?"
Xuan Mo thought for a moment before answering, "Formless Sword Bone emphasizes the words 'formless.' It means having neither shape nor form, changing in myriad ways, and not being bound by any particular technique."
Wang Wu nodded in satisfaction. "You're teachable! But talk without practice is worthless. Actual combat is the only test of truth. How about this? I'll take you two to a good place and let you get some proper experience!"
Wang Lu immediately perked up. "What good place? Are there any treasures?"
Wang Wu rolled her eyes at him. "All you ever think about is treasure! The place we're going this time has plenty of treasures. It just depends on whether you have what it takes to claim them."
Three days later, Wang Wu brought Wang Lu and Xuan Mo to a bustling city—Shengjing.
"Fifth Elder, why did you bring us to Shengjing?" Wang Lu asked curiously.
"To cause a little trouble, of course!" Wang Wu said with a wicked grin, revealing a row