"I'd found it strange before. I'd clearly arranged everything properly for those dozen disciples—at most, an unparalleled genius should have emerged within a few hundred years. Yet this was the result!"
"Damn it! If this old lady finds out which unfilial disciple did this, I'll drag out his soul and hack it into eight pieces!"
Listening to Liu Duoye's tirade, Su Yuexian was utterly dumbfounded.
So it had not been her rule at all. It was some disciple she had left behind—or perhaps one of that disciple's descendants—who had deliberately fabricated false ancestral teachings in her name.
Only after cursing for quite a while did Liu Duoye finally vent her anger and look back at Su Yuexian...
"Fortunately, your grandfather and grandmother held firm. That was how you came to exist."
"Otherwise, this old lady's spiritual projection might have dispersed before I could wait for someone capable of inheriting my complete martial path."
As she said this, Liu Duoye looked somewhat shaken, as though her spiritual projection could not hold on for much longer.
Then Liu Duoye stopped wasting words and said directly, "Enough. I'll first pass my martial path on to you, then we can discuss everything else."
As her words fell, Su Yuexian remained bewildered...
What puzzled her now was nothing else—her martial talent was very weak.
Thus, Su Yuexian hurriedly asked in a daze, "Ancestor Liu Duoye, you haven't mistaken my martial talent, have you? My grandfather has no battle body, my grandmother was not particularly strong either, and I myself do not even possess a battle body."
After learning that the ancestral teachings had not been laid down by Liu Duoye, Su Yuexian naturally became respectful in her attitude.
Only after arriving in the Central Plains had she realized just how vast the gap was between