Song Zheng Yi was an old Taoist who devoted himself to scholarship and immersed himself in cultivation. Though he was no longer young, he had spent nearly his entire life on Two Forget Peak and had little experience of the world. When it came to putting on airs and playing people against one another, he was naturally no match for an old fox like Xu Yi. Just a few words were enough to make him reveal his hand.
Xu Yi put on a look of overwhelming gratitude. "Senior, you've treated me with such courtesy. I'll remember it for the rest of my life. There's nothing more to say—I'll settle on Two Forget Peak. Would you be willing to bestow a copy of Two Forget Peak's Skin Appearance Sutra upon me? I'd like to see if I can fuse a skin appearance on my own."
Tong Fang and the other two stared at him, dumbstruck. They'd seen plenty today, but never in their lives had they met anyone so shameless.
He'd said, "There's nothing more to say," only to turn around and make another request. And he'd gone straight to asking for the Skin Appearance Sutra.
The Skin Appearance Sutra might not be a priceless treasure, but it was a mark of status. It was only granted to Outer Sect Disciples and above; anyone of a lower rank had no chance of receiving one.
The sutra was named Skin Appearance because it was a theoretical work that turned mathematical techniques into cultivation arts. Mathematics became the bones and flesh, the sutra became the skin and appearance, and the two fused together to form a cultivation art.
Ordinary Outer Sect Disciples, even if granted a copy of the Skin Appearance Sutra, rarely managed to fuse its skin and appearance with their bones