In the Cultivation World, lineage was not considered particularly important.
No one would say, "You're my disciple, so you must practice my technique."
Disciples had all sorts of spiritual roots, so the choice of cultivation technique was fairly flexible.
What personal lineage was there to speak of?
Human cultivators valued a great tradition, not an individual's little lineage.
Thus, it did not really matter which technique one practiced.
As long as it did not belong to the Demonic Path.
But He Pingsheng's technique looked far too unusual. Asking about it was hardly unreasonable.
"Can you tell me where it came from?" the Grand Ancestor asked, staring at He Pingsheng.
He certainly had to explain.
Otherwise, people would think he was harboring some enormous secret.
That would be bad.
He could hardly let thieves keep him in their sights, could he?
"Yes!" He Pingsheng glanced around. "The origins of this disciple's technique are somewhat improper... I... could I tell you alone, Grand Ancestor?"
The Grand Ancestor's beard fluttered. "What's this? You don't trust our elders?"
He Pingsheng said, "No, it's just that this concerns my life and everything I own!"
"Rest assured!" the Grand Ancestor of the Great Void said. "I can guarantee your safety and possessions. Go on..."
"Oh!" He Pingsheng took a deep breath and said quietly, "While I was in the Secret Realm, I killed someone!"
The elders immediately perked up.
"Who?" the Grand Ancestor of the Great Void asked.
He Pingsheng said, "That... that senior disciple from the Ice Pole Sect... the one called Xiao Bufan!"
"Ha!" Ancestor Xuan Yang slapped his thigh. "The Ice Pole Sect has been searching everywhere for Xiao Bufan's killer. So you were the one who did it?"
"But that doesn't add up... you were only at the Seventh Layer of Qi