Abducting the Saintess, Hengyu Secret Art

Holy Master Lin Xian and Holy Master Jiang Yi acknowledged each other's status and agreed to form the Northern Alliance. Soon, laughter and conversation filled the pavilion.

A short while later, the younger generation came in at the Ninth Great Bandit Jiang Yi's summons. When they heard that Lin Xian and Jiang Yi were calling each other brothers, the little bandits' faces turned green.

They could ignore seniority based on their ancestors, but Jiang Yi was standing right there—a living, breathing Ninth Great Bandit. By that reckoning, were they really supposed to call Lin Xian Grandpa?

"Tu Fei, Liu Kou, Jiang Huairen, Li Heishui..." Lin Xian sighed. "Such fine names. They fit you perfectly, every one of them."

Ye Fan and the others struggled not to laugh. Huairen sounded like "bad man," and Heishui meant "black water." Those names were almost too perfect. Only Wu Zhongtian had a respectable name, but he looked just like the other four: plainly no good. A stroll down the street with them would clear it in an instant.

"Since you're all Fellow Daoist Jiang's descendants, you're one of us."

Lin Xian smiled and, assuming the role of an elder, made copies of the complete Sea of Bitterness Volume of the Dao Scripture for the bandits' descendants as a meeting gift.

The Dao Scripture, the Emperor Scripture created by the Daoist Heavenly Venerable, was perhaps the most widely circulated scripture of all. Mortals, King Bodies, Divine Bodies, and even other races could cultivate it.

After reading the volume, the little bandits flushed with excitement. Throwing restraint aside, they cried, "Long live the Holy Master! Holy Master, does your family need another sacred son?"

Sacred Son Ye's face darkened. His Six Paths Reincarnation Fist was itching for a target.

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