Hun Tiandi: This Is a Heaven Tier Cultivation Technique; Yu Xiaogang: This Is a Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo

Perhaps Xiao Yan felt it was difficult to explain in words alone what kind of teacher their master had been on his path of cultivation.

So he snapped his fingers and said, "Junior Sister Qian, there's no point talking about it. Let me show you!"

As his voice fell, a vast, boundless soul power erupted from Xiao Yan!

This was the mighty power of an Emperor Realm Soul!

Under that mysterious power, Qian Renxue felt the world spin before her eyes. The next second, she was surprised to find herself inside a hall.

It was as though she were there in person.

At the head of the hall, Xiao Zhan, patriarch of the Xiao Clan, and several elders were all present, every one of them livid.

"What is this?"

Qian Renxue looked puzzled. Then she spotted a somewhat youthful-looking boy in the crowd.

Though he looked quite different from the Xiao Yan of today, Qian Renxue still recognized him.

Could this be Senior Brother Xiao Yan's memory?

Qian Renxue had a guess.

Just then, an incomparably arrogant, overbearing voice rang out, drawing her attention.

"Xiao Yan, what will it take for you to agree to break off the engagement?"

The young woman was breathtakingly beautiful, but her personality left much to be desired.

She was Nalan Yanran, the favored daughter of heaven from the Misty Cloud Sect.

Xiao Yan stood across from her, drenched in blood.

Then Xiao Yan shouted, "Miss Nalan!"

"You came to break off the engagement today because you think a piece of trash like me isn't worthy of a favored daughter of heaven from the Misty Cloud Sect!"

"But you should know..."

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river-don't bully a young man for being poor!"

The words were grand and powerful, ringing like metal striking stone.

Through the power of the soul, Qian Renxue had already learned the whole story.

So when she heard Xiao Yan say not to bully a young man for being poor, her heart surged.

But stirring words were one thing.

They were easy to say, but carrying them out was incomparably difficult.

How could a good-for-nothing who had lost all his cultivation catch up to a favored daughter of heaven from a major sect in a mere three years?

Xiao Yan was equally troubled by the problem.

The Three-Year Agreement was like a mountain, weighing him down until he could barely breathe.

It was then that a turning point came.

"Jie jie jie!"

"Young man, do you wish to wash away your humiliation?"

Xiao Yan jerked his head up and searched the room for the source of the voice. At last, he looked at the Storage Ring he wore.

"Was that you?"

"That's right. Answer my question first."

Xiao Yan gritted his teeth. "I've been insulted again and again and treated like garbage by my clan. How could I not want revenge and a chance to wash away the disgrace?"

"That's more like it!"

Hun Tiandi manifested his form. "Good child, take me as your master."

"You won't need thirty years. Give it just three, and no one in the Northwest Continent will be able to humiliate you, and no one will dare!"

"Senior, are you serious?" Xiao Yan was half-convinced.

"Of course I am."

"But I can see black smoke pouring out of you nonstop!"

"Aren't you really some kind of evil pyramid scheme organization?"

Hun Tiandi's face darkened. "Brat, what do you know?"

"This is called Human Emperor Qi!"

At that, Qian Renxue could not help smiling.

She had never expected that their master, who seemed so detached from everything, had been so amusing when he took Senior Brother Xiao Yan as his disciple!

In any case, after a round of persuasion from Hun Tiandi, Xiao Yan muddleheadedly accepted him as his master.

And Hun Tiandi had indeed not disappointed him.

He casually tossed Xiao Yan something that looked like a sugar bean, and after Xiao Yan ate it, not only was all his lost Dou Qi restored,

but a Dou Qi Cyclone also formed on its own, allowing him to officially enter the realm of a Dou Zhe!

"How is that possible?"

All these years, he had tried who knew how many methods without managing to restore his lost Dou Qi, yet his master had solved the problem with a single pill?

But before Xiao Yan could recover from his wild joy,

Hun Tiandi raised a hand and waved it, sending two cultivation techniques floating before him.

"I'll give you two choices as well."

"This one is a Heaven Tier High-Level Cultivation Technique."

"And this one, though a Yellow Tier Cultivation Technique, has the ability to evolve."

Xiao Yan was completely dumbfounded.

What tier did you say that technique was?!

To a country bumpkin like him, both a Heaven Tier Cultivation Technique and a cultivation technique that could evolve were simply beyond belief.

Still, since his master had brought out both techniques for him to choose from, that meant they could not simply be compared by tier.

For that very reason, Xiao Yan could not make up his mind.

"Master, I don't know which one to choose."

Hun Tiandi smiled and said frankly, "I would prefer you to choose the technique that can evolve."

Meanwhile, the heavenly screen was also broadcasting this scene live to the Douluo Continent.

The moment Yu Xiaogang heard that, he slammed the table and sprang to his feet.

"This is leading a disciple astray!"

"He won't choose the highest-tier Heaven Tier Cultivation Technique, but instead tells his disciple to cultivate the lowest-tier Yellow Tier Cultivation Technique?"

"In my view, Hun Tiandi is all show, with nothing but cultivation to his name!"

"If it were up to me, this Grandmaster would never use such trash to fool my own disciple!"

Quite a few people present agreed with Yu Xiaogang's words.

Wasn't that right?

Passing up a good cultivation technique to learn a trash one-had his head been caught in a door?

Tang San, however, stared at the two cultivation techniques in Hun Tiandi's hands, a trace of envy appearing in his eyes.

When he had first set foot on the path of cultivation, his teacher had also given him a chance to choose a resource.

The gap between the two was honestly a little hard to assess.

Hun Tiandi: This is a Heaven Tier Cultivation Technique.

Yu Xiaogang: This is a Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo.

Tang San could not help thinking that if Hun Tiandi were his master,

then with his talent, he would probably already be a Soul Douluo expert by now, wouldn't he?

The scene on the heavenly screen continued.

Xiao Yan likewise did not understand why his master wanted him to choose the Yellow Tier Cultivation Technique.

So Hun Tiandi patiently explained it to him.

The technique was called the Flame Mantra. Though its initial tier was low, it could devour Heavenly Flames to evolve!

And Heavenly Flames were supreme treasures born from the fortune of heaven and earth on the Dou Qi Continent.

There were twenty-three kinds of Heavenly Flames in the world, arranged on the Heavenly Flame Ranking.

Each flame on the ranking was stronger than the one below it.

If an ordinary cultivator was fortunate enough to obtain even one, they could soar into the sky and join the ranks of the continent's finest.

In theory, as long as it devoured enough Heavenly Flames, the Flame Mantra's upper limit would be far higher than that of a Heaven Tier Cultivation Technique!

Hun Tiandi then brought out two flames, one as white as snow, the other a deep purple like an abyss.

"You needn't worry about the Flame Mantra's low starting point, either."

"I have the source of Bone Spirit Cold Flame, ranked eleventh on the Heavenly Flame Ranking, and a Child Flame of Nihility Devouring Flame, ranked second."

"With these two, your Flame Mantra's starting point won't be lower than that of an Earth Tier Cultivation Method."

"But I'll still leave the choice to you."

"Whichever you choose, I'll make you one of the continent's top experts!"

Xiao Yan was dumbstruck.

He was not the only one. Qian Renxue and everyone on the Douluo Continent watching the heavenly screen were also utterly shocked.

Qian Renxue finally understood.

No wonder Senior Brother Xiao Yan had said their master could surely bring her to the Emperor Realm within twenty years.

Their master was practically spoon-feeding them. If they still couldn't eat properly like this, they might as well bash their heads in and be done with it.