"This poor Daoist can improve his cultivation by purifying all manner of baleful qi, and I can also obtain Dao fruits by ferrying yin souls and wild ghosts to salvation! Well? How does that compare to this blasted grotto-heaven of yours?" Xuan Zhen said with a laugh.
The corners of Yang Zhengshan's mouth twitched slightly. "So this was where you were waiting for me, you old Daoist!"
"Envious, are you?"
"Envious!"
"Want to learn it?"
"I do!"
"Haha, you are not a disciple of my Dao Palace, so you may not cultivate the Dao Palace's secret arts!" Xuan Zhen laughed smugly.
"Pah. Go on, be smug!"
Yang Zhengshan showed a look of disdain.
These Eight Divine Curses might be very powerful, but the cultivation methods he practiced were not bad either.
Whether it was the Azure Wood Longevity Scripture or the Void-Refining Scripture, both suited him extremely well. He had no need to switch to cultivating other techniques.
Moreover, he still had the Azure Flower Thunder Art. Yi Wood Divine Thunder could likewise purify all kinds of baleful qi; it simply could not increase his cultivation.
Tsk, tsk. Increasing cultivation by purifying baleful qi truly was a secret art that made one's eyes water with envy.
On the surface, Yang Zhengshan was disdainful, but in his heart, he was actually extremely covetous.
"I want to rebuild the Dao Palace. Why don't you join my Dao Palace?" Xuan Zhen seemed to see through Yang Zhengshan's thoughts and said with a smile.
"No, thank you. My family business is vast; I cannot enter your Dao Palace!" Yang Zhengshan refused.
"It would only be in name. I can accept a disciple on my master's behalf. You enter my Dao Palace, and I will transmit the Eight Divine Curses to you!" Xuan Zhen tempted