A small cave abode had been assigned to Lü Bufan. It faced away from the sun and was quite secluded, though it looked rather shabby.
Standing outside its entrance, he could see the mist churning within the Sword Abyss. The next day, Lü Bufan was practicing his breathing with a hand on Heavy Sword Wuming when a voice suddenly rang out...
"You're that little attendant?"
Lü Bufan looked back. Three youths in the white robes of Sect Hall Disciples were staring coldly at him, arrogance written all over their faces.
Turning around, Lü Bufan cupped his hands. "My name is Lü Bufan."
The one in front said with a hint of impatience, "We have no interest in your name. Is the Sword-Nurturing Platform in your possession?"
"Yes."
"I am Dao Sheng, a Sect Hall Disciple. I've come today to inform you of something..."
Lü Bufan remained calm. "Please give me your instructions, Senior Brother Dao Sheng."
Dao Sheng's eyes flickered. "How precious is the Sword-Nurturing Platform? For an attendant of Rogue Cultivator origins like you, carrying such a treasure is a way to invite disaster. Hand it over! My lineage will compensate you generously... I hear you also practice Dao-Martial Dual Cultivation. Our household's attendants can protect you all the way into the Middle Third Realm without your martial warrior Gang Qi turning against you! If you cripple your innate spiritual power, our household's resources and Martial Scriptures can even guarantee you a glimpse of the Sixth-Realm Martial Warrior stage! Afterward, we could even take you on as one of our household's attendants... What do you say?"
A Sect Hall Disciple beside him who looked like a follower immediately stepped forward and snapped, "Why are you hesitating, you wretch? Do you know who our Senior Brother Dao Sheng is?"
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