Chapter 275
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Chapter 275: Three Kowtows
Xu Fan looked at Jian Wujie and felt like he was being put on the spot.
“Thank you, Master Ancestor, for saving my life,” Jian Wujie said, about to perform another grand salute.
Xu Fan quickly stepped in to help Jian Wujie up.
When Xu Fan took Jian Wujie’s hand, he noticed the young man had quite a bit of strength.
“Get up; your Master Ancestor isn’t fond of people kneeling to him all the time,” Wang Xiangchi chimed in from the side.
Jian Wujie finally stood up, his eyes filled with admiration for his Master Ancestor. Ever since Wang Xiangchi told him that Xu Fan had defeated Golden Core Stage beasts during the Qi Training Stage, he had been eagerly awaiting this meeting.
“Wujie, how are you feeling with the essence of the cursed being clan inside you?” Xu Fan asked.
Hearing Xu Fan’s concern, Jian Wujie felt a warmth in his heart.
From that moment on, Xu Fan’s standing in Jian Wujie’s heart shot up to third place.
“I’m feeling a bit uneasy. The seal of the nine Spiritual Swords in my body is almost full, and the excess essence is making me feel a bit suffocated,” Jian Wujie said with a pained expression.
“Also, outside the fairy city, it seems to attract beasts and the beast race,” Jian Wujie added.
“That’s exactly why I’m here,” Xu Fan said, pulling out a spirit pearl and handing it to Jian Wujie.
“This is the control switch for the curse in your body. If you seal the curse, it will stop absorbing the essence of the cursed being clan.”
“You can open it whenever you need to.”
Xu Fan then taught Jian Wujie the secret technique for opening and closing the curse.
“Thank you, Master Ancestor,” Jian Wujie said gratefully.
“You’re a direct disciple of Wang Xiangchi, which makes you my official grand-disciple. You deserve this treatment,” Xu Fan said warmly. He wasn’t one to hold back; once he acknowledged someone, he did so wholeheartedly.
He had come to terms with the fact that fate was something he couldn’t escape.
The three of them moved to the training ground in the palace and sat cross-legged. Xu Fan, fulfilling his role as Master Ancestor, addressed all of Jian Wujie’s questions about swordsmanship.
Noticing the spiritual energy practically bursting from Jian Wujie’s body, Xu Fan said, “Wujie, before you reach the Golden Core Stage, I’ll pass on a life-or-death divine technique to you, as is the tradition of the Hidden Spirit Sect.”
As he spoke, the space around Xu Fan and Jian Wujie began to shift.
Soon, the two found themselves in an empty, starry void.
A jade slip floated in front of Jian Wujie.
“This divine technique is called ‘Three Kowtows.’ It’s perfect for someone with great fortune like you. In a crisis, it can do wonders,” Xu Fan explained. He had created this technique on his way here—simple, yet in the hands of the protagonist, it could be a game-changer.
“Master Ancestor, is this a swordsmanship technique?” Jian Wujie asked, a bit skeptical.
“It’s not a swordsmanship technique. You already have an inheritance for that. Learning another one wouldn’t add much.”
“Oh,” Jian Wujie said, starting to examine the contents of the jade slip.
After reading it, Jian Wujie’s expression turned odd. Was this technique really called ‘Three Kowtows’ and not something like ‘Three Pleas for Mercy’?
“Trust me, Wujie. This technique will save your life when you need it most,” Xu Fan assured him.
“I trust you, Master Ancestor,” Jian Wujie said quickly, nodding. His faith in Xu Fan was unwavering.
“This technique is straightforward. Once you’ve mastered it, you’ll be able to leave this space,” Xu Fan said, and with that, his figure vanished into the vast universe.
Jian Wujie glanced at the contents of the jade slip and chuckled, "It’s really quite straightforward."
Outside the palace, Wang Xiangchi was bidding farewell to Xu Fan.
"Your second senior sister has already advanced to the Transformation Stage, and both your senior brother and fourth junior brother are on the brink of it too. It’s just you now," Xu Fan mentioned.
"I know. I plan to travel a bit more with Wujie before I settle down to focus on my swordsmanship," Wang Xiangchi responded.
"Just concentrate on your cultivation; forget about any wild adventures or lucky breaks," Xu Fan advised.
"If things don’t work out, just come back to the sect. I’ll give you some special training," Xu Fan reassured, patting Wang Xiangchi on the shoulder.
"Haha, I prefer to cultivate on my own," Wang Xiangchi said, not quite ready for his master’s intense training.
"As you wish," Xu Fan said before his figure disappeared from Wang Xiangchi’s sight.
Wang Xiangchi stared at the spot where Xu Fan had vanished, pondering if he was the least talented among his master’s disciples.
Inside the palace, Wang Xiangchi asked Jian Wujie, who had just emerged from an illusion, "What technique did our Master Ancestor teach you?"
"It’s called the Three Kowtows. It’s not a swordsmanship technique, and it’s quite simple. I’ve already mastered it," Jian Wujie explained.
"Three Kowtows? I wonder how powerful it is," Wang Xiangchi mused.
"Wujie, why don’t you try it on me to see its power? Better to know what we’re dealing with," Wang Xiangchi suggested.
"Alright, I’m curious about its strength too," Jian Wujie agreed with a smile.
Jian Wujie then approached Wang Xiangchi, clasped his hands, and with a solemn expression, murmured, "I bow to the heavens."
Instantly, both felt an inexplicable sensation.
Wang Xiangchi, in particular, felt a chill, as if facing a formidable beast.
"First bow," Jian Wujie said as he slowly knelt to use the technique on Wang Xiangchi.
As Jian Wujie’s knees neared the ground, Wang Xiangchi was already drenched in sweat, overwhelmed by an unseen pressure.
"Stop!!" Wang Xiangchi shouted.
Jian Wujie quickly stood up, concerned by Wang Xiangchi’s reaction. "What’s wrong, Master?"
"This technique induces great fear. Use it only in critical moments," Wang Xiangchi advised, wiping his brow, feeling as though he had just survived a disaster.
"I understand," Jian Wujie replied, puzzled but sensing that had he knelt, his master might have been overwhelmed.
Meanwhile, Xu Fan was heading towards the teleportation formation in Wanyu Fairy City.
Watching the bustling street filled with cultivators, Xu Fan felt a sense of nostalgia.
"I should get out more. With my clone, there’s no need to worry about danger," Xu Fan remarked as he observed the passersby.
As Xu Fan strolled, a plain-looking old man at the Foundation Establishment Stage eyed him.
"This one looks promising; I might make a profit," the old man thought.
Suddenly, Xu Fan frowned as a mysterious aura emanated from him.
An old man approached, and they exchanged a glance and a smile.
"A polite young man; it’s good he learns early about the dangers of the cultivation world," the old man thought.
A gentle breeze passed, marking a pleasant encounter between the two.
Back at Hidden Spirit Island, in his courtyard, Xu Fan examined a bag of space rings and remarked, "Of all people, why did you pick me to steal from?"
"Thanks for the Blind Box, old friend," Xu Fan said with a smile.
