Rallying Help, Drinking Milk, and Piecing It Together

"The legendary Sages, the hidden powers of the sacred lands..."

Fairy Zixia's heart jolted. These were ancient Sages who were seldom seen. If the Tianxuan Sacred Lord could stand among them, he was certainly no mere cultivator of the Four Extremes Secret Realm. He had to be a master wandering the mortal world.

With that thought, the Purple Mansion Saintess grew even more respectful. Placing herself in the position of a junior, she stepped forward and bowed. "Zixia greets the Tianxuan Sacred Lord. I will never forget your kindness in teaching me."

"Ah, it's you." Lin Xian feigned recognition, as though he had not expected them to meet again. He smiled faintly. "I saw that your Innate Dao Embryo was extraordinary and taught you a technique because I couldn't bear to let your talent go to waste. Have you grasped it?"

"I've gained some understanding. Please correct me where I'm wrong, senior."

Fairy Zixia stepped forward with an otherworldly grace and demonstrated an opening stance. An intangible force gathered around her in an instant. The fairy seemed to become a goddess of war, resonating with the Great Dao.

Her attacks were not limited to fists, fingers, or kicks. Every part of her could strike; every inch of her snow-white skin could unleash terrifying power.

"That's the Saintly Battle Art!"

The Jiang Family Sage gave a masterful performance, letting out a cry of astonishment. "This art is the pinnacle of offensive techniques. It can produce countless moves, and each new insight reveals a different Killing Art."

"The Nine Secrets: Dou," the Ji Family Sage said thoughtfully, playing his part just as well. "A Divine King of my Ji Family once practiced it. His offensive power was called the greatest in five thousand years, no weaker than an imperial art."

"The Nine