"Since we're working together, I don't think anyone needs to hold back!" Xu Lang said, taking out a stack of white sheets. "These are Skill Scroll Rubbing Papers, perfect for copying everyone's martial arts."
The moment he said that, everyone present froze!
Was he here to squeeze benefits out of them?
"Building Lord Xu, you..." Wu Yi frowned deeply. "Isn't it a little too late to pass down martial arts now?"
"Wrong!" Xu Lang shook his head. "Now is precisely the right time. Let me ask you this: if we weren't facing a crisis of life and death, would you bring out your most prized martial arts? If our strength isn't gathered in one place, how can we repel the Demon Race army?!"
Teach the apprentice, starve the master.
The sectarian prejudices in the Grand Wuxia World were actually extremely severe.
Truly powerful martial arts had been passed down for nearly a thousand years and were the foundation of a sect.
Although Mad King Building had obtained many martial arts over the past few days, it had only acquired three of the very best.
Two of them had been given by the Great Yin Empress as payment for reading.
The other was Bai Jingtao's signature martial art.
"Building Lord Xu, I thought you were a wise man. How could you take advantage of a crisis?" Zhao Wuchang raged.
Cao Yaxuan frowned. "Old Zhao, you understand the reasoning too, so why don't you contribute to the collective?"
Zhao Wuchang's face immediately reddened.
"Enough!" A red-robed palace maid spoke in a low voice. "The Demon Race army is attacking us right now, and you still have time to argue over such trivial matters?"
She was the Great Yin Empress's chief personal steward, a level 49 Lord-rank NPC!
Although she was weaker than