Xian Wu Is Untalented

The entire afternoon was spent in the library.

After Nie Li's testing, everyone in the small group learned the attributes and forms of their Soul Seas and received corresponding cultivation arts.

Xian Wu, red Soul Sea, Chaos attribute, Black Hole form, awarded the Chaos Spirit Devouring Art.

Du Ze, yellow Soul Sea, Thunder-Fire attribute, Sky Kylin form, awarded the Sky Kylin Art.

Lu Piao, red Soul Sea, Chaos attribute, Crimson Sun form, awarded the Chaos Sacred Spirit Art.

Wei Nan, red Soul Sea, Holy Light attribute, Cross form, awarded the Holy Light Cross Art.

Zhang Ming, red Soul Sea, Wind-Thunder attribute, Flying Swallow form, awarded the Wind Thunder Flying Swallow Art.

Zhu Jun Xiang, red Soul Sea, Fire attribute, Giant Dragon form, awarded the Fire Dragon Brahma Art.

After everyone had received their cultivation arts, Nie Li asked the six to swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao, promising to keep his possession of numerous divine-grade cultivation arts a secret.

No one hesitated. To receive such an incredibly awesome and powerful cultivation art with just an oath to the Heavenly Dao? Only a fool would refuse.

With these cultivation arts, they, a group of commoners, could turn their fortunes around.

After the oaths were sworn, Xian Wu pulled Nie Li into a secluded small room.

The other five looked at each other. Although they were very curious about what sort of unspeakable business the two big shots had, the most pressing matter at hand was to absorb and digest the cultivation arts they had just received.

As soon as Nie Li entered the room, Xian Wu slammed the door shut with a "bang," startling Nie Li so much his backside clenched.

Is Xian Wu going to pledge himself to me?

No, don't!

Xian Wu pressed himself against the door, pricking up his ears to listen for any movement outside.

Once he was sure no one was eavesdropping, he slowly turned his head.

Xian Wu was surprised to find that Nie Li had retreated to the window at some point, legs clamped tightly together, arms crossed, and staring at him with a vigilant expression.

"Don't be nervous..." Xian Wu said with a smile as he walked over.

His smile was fine, but the moment he smiled, Nie Li bristled.

"Don't come any closer! If you have something to say, just say it from there!" Nie Li almost shouted.

If he came any closer, he would yell for help.

What Nie Li absolutely did not expect was for Xian Wu to suddenly drop to his knees with a "plop."

"What are you doing? It's just a cultivation art, there's no need for such a grand gesture." Nie Li quickly went to help him up.

This kid Xian Wu is too formal. I've already acknowledged him as my little brother; a mere set of cultivation arts is nothing.

Xian Wu shook off Nie Li's hand and said word by word, "Let's be frank, you're not Nie Li, are you?"

"Huh???" Nie Li took half a step back, covering up, "What nonsense are you spouting? I am Nie Li."

"Stop pretending, I know the truth!" Xian Wu pouted.

"Nie Li is only 13 years old, it's impossible for him to possess your profound knowledge, let alone have so many divine-grade cultivation arts. To be precise, you're not the current Nie Li, but the future Nie Li."

"I heard you muttering 'I've been reborn'." Seeing Nie Li clench his fists, Xian Wu continued, "But you don't need to worry, I won't tell anyone. I swear it on the Heavenly Dao."

"I don't know how old you really are, but you're definitely older than me. Xian Wu is untalented, but willing to become sworn brother to Lord Nie Li, please accept!" As he spoke, Xian Wu kowtowed on the ground.

Bang, bang, bang!

After three resounding thuds, Xian Wu stood up, rubbed his hands together, and sidled up to Nie Li, calling out with a cheeky grin, "Godfather!"

Nie Li stood frozen in place like a piece of wood.

He stared blankly at Xian Wu and mumbled, "Are you out of your mind?!"

"Want to go back on your word?" Xian Wu pointed at the dust on his forehead and said righteously, "The three kowtows have already been done; you can't go back on it now."

"Godfather, do you have any other cultivation arts that suit my Soul Sea? Teach them to me," Xian Wu pleaded, grabbing Nie Li's sleeve. "I'm your sworn godson, you can't keep them hidden."

Nie Li opened his mouth, unsure of what to say. Xian Wu was too shameless, shattering his worldview of several hundred years.

"No!" Nie Li shook his head.

Xian Wu didn't believe him: "This one is possible."

"This one really isn't," Nie Li pushed away Xian Wu's grasping hand.

He explained, "Your Soul Sea is too unique. Even after racking my brains, I could only find this one cultivation art that suits you. To put it this way, you're the second person in all of creation to possess such a Soul Sea. As for the first person, he was the senior who created this cultivation art; he later exploded and died after devouring others' Soul Force."

In his previous life, he hadn't had a single descendant in several hundred years. Now that he was reborn, he had gained a godson out of nowhere. Nie Li's heart was in turmoil.

However, if he accepted Xian Wu as his godson, their relationship would be closer, and it would be more convenient to use his strength to deal with the Sacred Emperor.

Fine, accepting this godson didn't seem like a loss.

Many years later, Nie Li would definitely regret this decision. He hadn't gained a godson; he had gained an ancestor.

"Is that so?" Xian Wu scratched his head.

He looked Nie Li up and down, twirled his thumb, and asked with a smile, "Godfather, do you have any gifts for your godson?"

Xian Wu didn't mind who he recognized as his godfather. In a world of survival of the fittest, where the strong prey on the weak, living was the most important thing.

Even before or after his transmigration, he never knew who his parents were, so he felt no burden in taking a godfather.

Look at that Gao Qiqiang, the way he recognized his godfather was truly smooth.

"It's… it's too sudden. In a few days, I'll prepare a big gift for you." Nie Li was still a little unaccustomed to the role of godfather, especially facing a godson who was taller and stronger than him.

"Thank you, Godfather!" Xian Wu's eyes narrowed into crescent moons as he smiled.

"Wait." Nie Li called out to Xian Wu, who was running towards the door. "In front of outsiders, you should still call me Nie Li. Otherwise, people will think you're brain-damaged. And with Xiao Ning'er, it'll be hard to explain…"

"Should I have her call me Godfather too? Do you think she'd agree?" Nie Li awkwardly scratched his face with his finger.

Xian Wu waved his hand. "I'll call you Godfather, and she'll call you classmate Nie Li. We'll each address you as we see fit, it doesn't matter."

"Each address me as we see fit… Hehehe…" Nie Li let out a bitter laugh.

Returning to the small conference room.

Seeing the two return, Lu Piao asked curiously, "What's wrong, Nie Li? Don't tell me you got screwed over? You look terrible!"

"Xian Wu!" Nie Li snapped his fingers and gestured towards Lu Piao with his chin.

"Chaos Spirit Devouring Art!"

Xian Wu formed a sword finger with his right hand and pointed it at the Baihui acupoint on top of Lu Piao's head.

Immediately, Lu Piao convulsed as if he had been electrocuted, flailing his limbs.

In less than a minute, the more than twenty points of Soul Force he had painstakingly cultivated were all absorbed by Xian Wu, not a drop left.

The other three, terrified, quickly hid behind Du Ze, afraid of being used as a cauldron by Xian Wu for his cultivation.

Xian Wu took out a soul crystal and slowly channeled his Soul Force into it.

"Only twenty-one points of Soul Force? Are you trying to feed a beggar?" Xian Wu said with disdain, picking his teeth.

Lu Piao hugged Xian Wu's thigh, weeping and wailing, "Give it back, give it back! Give me back the Soul Force I worked so hard to cultivate, sob sob…"

"Giving it back… is not impossible…" Xian Wu narrowed his eyes and looked at Lu Piao's backside.