Black Tortoise and White Tiger Martial Techniques Reach the Realm of Perfection

Yuyang Commandery, Xie Family.

Deep inside the mountain behind the Xie Family estate lay a Secret Chamber. Soundproofing and spirit-gathering array patterns covered all six walls.

An ever-burning lamp stood at the chamber's center. Its flame had never gone out, casting its light across the dim room year after year.

At that moment, two of the Xie Family's most important members were inside.

Xie Hengyi sat cross-legged, his back straight as a blade's spine, a layer of dark-purple True Essence circling his body.

He was about twenty-two, but his brow carried a composure beyond his years.

His features were not strikingly handsome, yet a blade-sharp air set him apart.

With every circuit the dark-purple True Essence made through his body, an exceedingly fine wisp of it transformed toward Origin Energy.

About twenty feet in front of Xie Hengyi sat an elderly man.

The old man looked to be in his eighties. His hair and beard were white, and wrinkles crisscrossed his face like ravines.

By rights, he should have looked frail and doddering. Yet his eyes were clear and bright, without the slightest trace of cloudiness.

This was the Xie Family ancestor—Xie Yunting.

He had reached the early Open Palace stage and lived for more than 170 years.

Though Xie Yunting looked like an ordinary old man, the faint aura around him was like a colossal beast lurking in the abyss: still when at rest, capable of splitting mountains and shaking the earth when it moved.

Xie Yunting turned to Xie Hengyi. Despite his age, his voice was still full of vigor. "Hengyi, have you heard about what Hengzheng did in Cangwu the other day?"

Xie Hengyi did not open his eyes. He continued refining the True Essence within his Qi Pill, his expression as undisturbed as still water. "I