"That spell of yours is certainly not a spell of the Real World's Heterodox Paths or Orthodox Mystic Sects."
"Tell me, what sort of spell is it?"
"Where did you learn it?"
The giant who resembled an old woman pressed him curiously.
Wang Quan hid nothing, merely smiling as he recounted what had happened in the Grand General's tomb all those years ago.
At his words, the old woman sighed with emotion. "No wonder."
"So what you cultivate is the old cultivation method of the previous dynasty."
Wang Quan's heart stirred. "The old cultivation method of the previous dynasty? What does that mean?"
The old woman looked around, and the many old men and women quietly withdrew, sitting upright around the hall like mountains, moving no more.
The old woman shook her head and swayed her body. Her enormous frame suddenly shrank, actually transforming into a beautiful woman with three heads and six arms.
This beauty looked to be in her thirties, delicate, utterly soft, and captivating.
She looked nothing like the old woman from a moment ago.
Looking at this beauty, Wang Quan felt his mind reel and his blood surge. He longed to practice [Beautiful Lady Yu] with her.
This beauty has three heads. I wonder what practicing with her would feel like.
His thoughts wandered wildly, and for a moment his mind was thrown into turmoil, ripples rising one after another.
The former old woman, now a beauty, giggled softly. "You little fellow, don't tell me you want to bed me?"
"I'm a relic of the previous dynasty. Aren't you afraid I'm too old?"
Wang Quan...
"Ahem, old lady, what do you mean by the previous dynasty? I don't understand."
The beauty rolled her eyes. "Just call me big sister. Don't call me old lady."
Wang Quan