"Oh? Tell me, then. If it's possible, I wouldn't mind lending you a hand."
Xue Zihou was filled with hope. Perhaps Meng Zhao really could help him fulfill his wish.
"I want to learn from Bei Tangsu the secret of how he cultivated the Eight Demonic Saber Techniques. If I can use it to master those techniques, connect with Demonic Saber Jingqing, and perhaps even wield the Demonic Saber in the future, I will be able to replace Bei Tangsu's position in the Divine Saber Hall. It would also greatly benefit your future campaign to conquer Yanzhou. What do you think?"
This request truly caught Meng Zhao somewhat by surprise. He had thought the other man would ask him to leave behind another means of preserving his life, or seek something else, such as divine weapons and sharp tools, precious medicines, or spirit pills.
Seeing Meng Zhao remain silent, seemingly pondering something, Xue Zihou assumed that the Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King knew little about the Divine Saber Hall and did not understand what the Eight Demonic Saber Techniques represented. He began to explain, but before he could finish, Meng Zhao raised a hand and stopped him.
"I know the importance of the Eight Demonic Saber Techniques. I also know why Bei Tangsu was able to cultivate them!"
Xue Zihou could hardly believe it. This concerned Demonic Saber Jingqing—the Divine Saber Hall's greatest secret. How could an outsider have learned it so easily?
Uncle Chang was one thing. Perhaps he had heard scattered fragments from Xue Zihou's father and pieced them together through deduction, thereby arriving at a guess.
"Th-that can't be possible, can it?"
"Why not?
As far as I know, your Divine Saber Hall's Eight Demonic Saber Techniques were comprehended from Demonic Saber Jingqing. They were