"Gongming, what cultivation technique did you comprehend in the Primordial Book Library?"
Zhou Xuan closed the book in his hand and asked in an apparently casual tone.
Zhao Gongming quickly bowed respectfully, his voice trembling slightly:
"This disciple is dull-witted. In the Primordial Book Library, I could only reach the second floor, and I only managed to comprehend the Saint-level technique, Nine Heavens of Arrogance."
As he spoke, he stole a glance at Zhou Xuan's expression. Seeing his master's face remain calm, he finally relaxed, though anxiety still churned in his heart. He feared his master would think his aptitude was too poor, and a hint of shame crept across his face.
In truth, Zhao Gongming was already immensely satisfied with this Saint-level technique. Gaining such a blessing was a fortune he might have spent several lifetimes earning. But he knew his master's standards were lofty and feared disappointing him, so he deliberately downplayed his achievement and lowered his head, not daring to meet Zhou Xuan's eyes.
Zhou Xuan nodded and tapped the table twice with his fingertip, sighing.
"Gongming, it's a pity that you only comprehended a Saint-level technique. But don't lose heart. I've created a technique tailored just for you. Once you master it, you'll surpass the realm of Saints and attain the Dao Fruit of the Hunyuan Taiji Celestial Venerable. After reaching Great Perfection, even the Heavenly Dao won't be able to do anything to you."
At those words, Zhao Gongming froze. Then he abruptly raised his head, his eyes reddening as tears welled up. A moment later, he could no longer hold them back, and they streamed down his cheeks like beads from a broken string.
"W-Waaah... Master... Gongming... Gongming is only... a servant disciple!"
He knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed to the cold