Chapter 22: God Blesses Our Xianjiang Sect

"How did you manage to do it?"

After a long time, Xuan Yuanhong took a deep breath and asked Zhong Qing.

"It's mainly because my disciple is talented and hardworking," Zhong Qing said with a smile.

"Talented and hardworking my foot..." Xuan Yuanhong almost blurted out a curse again. How could someone reach the Chenxuan Realm in just a couple of months from scratch?

As for being talented and hardworking, that was even more nonsense.

Hadn't they seen the results of the talent assessment?

But Zhong Qing obviously didn't want to say more, and he didn't inquire further.

However, this trip to the Mufu Peak today made him feel uneasy for a long time.

It once again refreshed his judgment of Zhong Qing.

And it added a bit of mystery to Zhong Qing in his heart.

"Master, why don't you stay for a meal?" Zhong Qing invited.

"No need, no need," Xuan Yuanhong stood up to leave, rejecting firmly.

Staying here for another minute would only intensify the feeling of living his whole life as a dog.

Xuan Yuanhong turned into a stream of light and left Mufu Peak.

After returning to the main peak of Xianjiang, he once again summoned the peak masters and elders of the sect.

Everyone took their seats.

"Master, did you give the King-grade techniques to Zhong Qing?" the Elder asked first.

Following his question, everyone's gaze turned to Xuan Yuanhong.

"I didn't," Xuan Yuanhong said.

"You didn't?" Everyone looked at each other in surprise and couldn't help but ask, "Could something unexpected have happened?"

The tension was evident in everyone's expressions. They couldn't help but wonder if there was a problem with the talisman, causing the King-grade techniques to malfunction.

Just as everyone was getting nervous, Xuan Yuanhong suddenly smiled mysteriously and loudly announced, "You're all overthinking it. Let me announce that in the future, our Xianjiang Sect will definitely rise and reach the sacred land!"

With that, he directly took out eight King-grade techniques and shouted, "Not only did I not give him any techniques, that kid even gave me eight King-grade techniques!"

"What?!"

"Eight King-grade techniques?"

Everyone was in an uproar at his words.

With eyes red, they stood up one by one, looking at the eight King-grade techniques Xuan Yuanhong slapped on the table, almost rushing over to grab them.

"Master, is this true? You can't be fooling us," the Third Elder asked, trembling.

"Yes, Master, I'm getting old, I can't stand being scared," the Elder asked incoherently.

"Can't you trust me, your Master?"

Xuan Yuanhong waved his hand, pushing the eight techniques forward, saying, "You can check for yourselves."

At that moment, the peak masters and elders were like hungry wolves rushing toward the eight King-grade techniques.

"Let me see, let me see, let me see."

"Don't grab."

"I'm the Elder, let me see first."

Everyone scrambled to distinguish the true from the false.

When it was determined that all eight King-grade techniques were genuine, several elders cried tears of joy, opening their arms and howling to the sky.

"Heaven, bless our Xianjiang Sect!"

"Yes, with these eight King-grade techniques, our Xianjiang Sect will surely prosper!"

These old men were in tears. They had been part of the Xianjiang Sect for generations, born and raised here themselves.

Being able to see the hope of the Xianjiang Sect's future rise naturally made them extremely happy.

"Alright, all you elders and peak masters, you have been loyal to our Xianjiang Sect. You can prioritize cultivating these King-grade techniques," Xuan Yuanhong said generously.

"Thank you, Master."

Everyone thanked him one after another, as excited as children. With these King-grade techniques, their potential in the future would at least be elevated by one major realm.

"You don't need to thank me. If you want to thank anyone, thank Zhong Qing," Xuan Yuanhong laughed loudly.

"Yes, we should thank Zhong Qing."

Everyone nodded in agreement, but they still had questions in their hearts.

"But Master, how did Zhong Qing come to possess these eight King-grade techniques?"

"Yeah, these are eight King-grade techniques, not something cheap!"

"I don't know either," Xuan Yuanhong sighed.

Because he had seen and experienced more than many elders, his doubts were actually stronger.

In terms of talent,

An eighteen or nineteen-year-old with the strength to instantly kill a Lunar Realm cultivator.

In terms of handwriting,

Eight King-grade techniques at once.

In terms of teaching,

Turning a White-grade disciple like Lin Feng from zero to Chenxuan Realm in a month.

No matter which dimension you looked at it from, it seemed that it couldn't be explained by common sense...

Meanwhile, at the Mufu Peak,

After Lin Feng had taken

care of all the daily chores and even folded Zhong Qing's bed, he went to find Zhong Qing.

"Master, I've applied to you before. When I reached the Chenxuan Realm, I wanted to go down the mountain for a trip, so please grant my request," Lin Feng said respectfully.

"Of course," Zhong Qing smiled.

Since he took this disciple, he knew this kid had something on his mind. Now that his strength had reached this level, he naturally wanted to go down the mountain to handle it, so why would he refuse?

"Thank you, Master."

Lin Feng hurriedly thanked him.

Just as he was about to leave, Zhong Qing stopped him.

"Is there anything else Master needs to explain?" Lin Feng quickly asked.

"Since I have nothing to do lately, let's go down the mountain together," Zhong Qing said after some thought.

In fact, Zhong Qing was still worried about Lin Feng going down the mountain alone.

Although he knew that Lin Feng still had the Ring Grandpa with him, Lin Feng himself only had the cultivation of the Chenxuan Realm, which was not safe enough.

When Lin Feng saw that Zhong Qing wanted to go down the mountain with him, he was suddenly surprised and flattered.

"Disciple, no matter what you're going to do this time you go down the mountain, do it boldly and confidently. Master will always be behind you to support you," Zhong Qing patted Lin Feng's head and said with a gentle smile.

"Thank you, Master."

Lin Feng thanked him respectfully.

In the Eastern Territory,

Apart from the major sects, there were also several large countries.

Tianlan Country.

Fengtian City.

It was thousands of miles away from the Xianjiang Sect.

Under Zhong Qing's full-speed flight, he quickly arrived in Fengtian City with Lin Feng.

In a small tavern on the second floor of Fengtian City, the master and disciple sat by the window, ordered two servings of beef, a stack of peanuts, and two pots of strong liquor.

"Look, isn't that Lin Feng from the Lin family?"

"Yeah, he was rejected by the Murong family when he broke off the engagement, and he left home in despair. We thought he died outside, but he's back."

"Ah, he's also a pitiful child, but not having strength is the original sin!"

"But who's that sitting with him? He looks extraordinary."

"Being extraordinary is nothing. If he were really a big shot, why would he be sitting with Lin Feng?"