"What exchange of skills? It’s just to find an excuse."
Zhang Fan understood it silently and sat in the corner. Today he was just here to spectate, and with Xiong Ba’s current strength, handling it should be manageable.
"Of course, Xiong Qianshan wouldn’t be able to co. I heard he just lost his brother."
At this mont, Wang Xuanqing spoke, rubbing the feather tattoo on his wrist with a hint of a playful smile on his face.
"Hmm!?"
Xiong Qianqiu’s slender eyebrows slightly furrowed, her cold gaze landing on Wang Xuanqing.
"How do you know that?"
Xiong Qianxing’s incident happened last night, and the Daoist Alliance only received the notification early this morning. In theory, only a very few people would know, not even everyone in the Xiong Family was aware.
"Where in the world can you find a wall without cracks?" Wang Xuanqing smiled slightly.
"A death in the Xiong Family is a big event that won’t take long for the entire Yujing City to know about."
"Enough."
At this mont, Wang Xuansha spoke: "Qianqiu, we are old acquaintances. Since there’s been an incident in your family, today I think we should..."
"No need."
Xiong Qianqiu understood the other’s intention but raised her hand to interrupt: "Our Xiong Family’s affairs will be handled by ourselves, without any outside interference."
"Moreover, I’m not the one in charge today."
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the Wang Family trio changed slightly, their curious gazes sweeping back and forth between Xiong Ba and Zhang Fan.
To them, these two were unfamiliar faces.
Knowing that Xiong Qianqiu was already an outstanding young mber of the Xiong Family, her words not being final was surprising—could it be these two unfamiliar faces?
"He is Xiong Ba, the future helmsman of the Xiong Family."
As soon as she spoke, not only the Wang Family mbers, but even Zhang Fan showed a notable expression.
This was putting Xiong Ba under imnse pressure, revealing that everyone has personal motives. Even though Xiong Qianqiu appeared close and friendly, deep down, he seed to harbor resentnt towards Xiong Ba’s rise.
"Xiong Ba? I haven’t heard of him, and he’s not even a direct disciple of the Xiong Family."
Wang Xuansha exhibited a suspicious look.
The direct disciples of the Xiong Family are from the Qian Character Generation, and this Xiong Ba doesn’t even have the sa generation na, indicating he’s from a side branch.
How could Xiong Qianqiu claim he is the future helmsman of the Xiong Family?
"Xiong Qianqiu, what nonsense are you spouting? Based on him?" Wang Xuanqing sneered.
"Didn’t you just say that there are no walls without cracks in this world? Do you really think he’s a small figure?" Xiong Qianqiu sneered.
"Today, he stands here representing the Xiong Family."
"Very well!"
The mont the words fell, Wang Xuanqing’s eyes suddenly lit up. He picked up the teacup on the table, lifted the teapot, and poured a cup of clear tea, with boiling water steaming, white mist swirling...
"In that case, I offer you a cup of tea."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Xuanqing’s wrist shook, and the cup of tea flew across the air without spilling a single drop.
Xiong Ba raised his hand, catching it smoothly, feeling the scalding heat from his fingertips.
In the Daoist sects, "Gods are worshipped with incense, and people are honored with tea." It’s a unique way of offering tea, using water close to boiling point for tea-making. If soone offers you tea, you must drink it, or it would be disrespectful to the host family, causing you to lose face.
"Very well."
Xiong Ba naturally knew the etiquette. He nodded, his tongue stirring in his mouth, using the Red Dragon Rolling Water technique; juices generated were stored under his tongue. Simultaneously, he channeled True Yang, Transforming Yin into Evil, concentrating it into the juices under his tongue.
Imdiately, the juices beca as cold as frost, and if he spat them out now, they would exude a chilling cold.
With his head raised, Xiong Ba gulped down the scalding tea, and the juices from beneath his tongue surged forth. The alternating cold and heat instantly neutralized the burning sensation.
His throat moved, making a "gudong" sound, and the tea stread directly into his stomach.
"Good tea."
Xiong Ba placed the teacup down without a flushed face or a racing heart.
"Red Dragon Rolling Water, Transforming Yin into Evil." Wang Xuansha’s gaze beca sharp as he gave Xiong Ba a deep look and imdiately nodded: "Good skill."
"This bit of skill doesn’t qualify him to inherit the Xiong Family."
Wang Xuanqing rubbed the feather tattoo on his wrist, with a glint of coldness in his eyes.
Last night, he and Wang Xuanmiao tead up to seize the Primordial Spirits of Xiong Qianxing and Ming Chenxuan and devoured them on the spot.
Today, how could he allow the Xiong Family to steal the lilight?
Buzz...
Within ten steps, Wang Xuanqing’s hands swiftly ford a seal, his left hand pinching a mudra, pressing the first joint of the fourth finger upwards, facing the sky.
"Star Summoning Seal!" Zhang Fan’s eyes slightly narrowed.
This is one of the Daoist Seals, and anyone who worships the Celestial Star and practices the Star Monarch Technique must cultivate this seal.
If you wish to summon star energy, you can use this mudra facing the location of the star’s division in the sky.
"Desire Transformation!"
At this mont, a bloody streak appeared on Wang Xuanqing’s middle finger. If observed with Primordial Spirit Observation, one would see a layer of bright yellow starlight flickering above his head.
Under the illumination of that bright yellow starlight, the blood streak at his fingertip shot out at lightning speed, directly hitting Xiong Ba’s forehead.
At such close range, Xiong Ba had no ti to react. As soon as the blood streak entered his body, his face flushed red, his body trembled violently, and he let out a low growl.
His entire body suffused with blood, his raised neck veins exposed, his eyes bloodshot, exuding an uncontrollable desire like a beast.
"Star Exorcism Skill!?"
With his current knowledge, Zhang Fan could imdiately discern it.
Daoist Magic faced with disasters generally has Four Skills: Invoking, Exorcising, Dispelling, and Avoiding. In the Daoist sects, these are referred to as the Four Disaster Relief Skills.
Back when Zhuge Liang t his end at Wuzhang Plateau, he intended to use the Star Exorcism Skill to extend his life by sacrificing to the Beidou Seven Stars before his death.
This kind of magic for life extension has a prerequisite: the life not yet completed five cycles. A cycle is 12 years, five cycles being 60 years—an entire lifespan. Thus, if soone under 60 loses years due to unforeseen reasons, Star Exorcism Skill can prolong life, but it doesn’t work for those over 60.
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