Having failed to find a cultivation method at the Scripture Pavilion, Li Xiao returned in disappointment.
But although the royal estate was large, news traveled extremely fast. Everything he had said and done in the Scripture Pavilion soon reached the ears of others who were paying attention.
The next day, King Li ordered several manuals for qi practitioners delivered to him. The Eighth Madam also sent a maid with two such manuals, and several of his brothers in name sent him manuals of their own.
In the blink of an eye, Li Xiao had sixteen cultivation manuals.
That was the benefit of having a backer.
If he had been born into an ordinary family, obtaining even one cultivation manual would have been harder than climbing to heaven. But born into the royal estate, he could get almost anything he wanted. All he needed to do was show an interest, and someone would naturally deliver it.
"I have an undying body, and the yin and yang inside me are balanced. That also leaves my meridians unable to cultivate. Conventional methods definitely won't work. Something simple and brutal would be best."
Li Xiao sat on Ghost Tiger's back, a stack of cultivation manuals laid out before him.
First, the manuals sent by his brothers in name were all "balanced and mild"-methods that would take years of practice to kill the practitioner. Li Xiao ruled them out immediately.
Quite a few people knew about Li Xiao's constitution, but few truly understood it.
For example, only King Li and the Eighth Madam knew about his undying body. Even his personal guards, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, merely thought he carried some life-saving treasure bestowed by King Li, which was why he had survived repeated assassination attempts.
Those brothers of his were bound to fear