"Not at all, not at all..." Xiao Hua waved his hand, exceedingly modest. "This Xiao merely got lucky and happened to possess a technique capable of subduing this monster..."
"Fellow Daoist, what you used just now... was that a Nascent Soul hand?" Ling Zhengyi smacked his lips and could not help asking.
Xiao Hua shook his head slightly and denied it. "This Xiao is not a Nascent Soul cultivator, so how could I possibly use a Nascent Soul hand? It was merely a spell that resembled a Nascent Soul hand!"
Xue Xue curled her lips at the side and shot Xiao Hua a mildly reproachful glance. Ling Zhengyi might not know, but Xue Xue knew perfectly well. Xun Ming had once inadvertently told Xue Xue about the abilities of Nascent Soul cultivators. This Nascent Soul hand was precisely one of the methods commonly used by Nascent Soul cultivators. Ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators, when unwilling to reveal any special divine abilities, would use this imprisoning technique. But since Xiao Hua would not admit it, Xue Xue would not expose him either.
"Heehee, that monster was immensely formidable. Even my father and I together were no match for it, yet you subdued it all by yourself in a moment!" Ling Feiyun pressed on again. "Senior Brother, compared to several decades ago... tsk tsk, who knew how many times stronger you had become!"
Though Ling Feiyun had not directly asked about Xiao Hua's cultivation, curiosity filled every word he spoke. Xue Xue said, "Junior Brother Xiao underwent the baptism of the Dao Sword Great Battle, so it is only natural that his cultivation advanced greatly. Otherwise, where would all his merits have come from?"
"Exactly, exactly!" At the mention of the Dao Sword Great Battle, bright light flashed in Ling Feiyun's eyes again.