Chapter 62

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Wujiao's parting ways with the Jiao family was not without reason.

First, he was looked down upon, then suspected, and finally, over a piece of bone armor inscribed with the "Ten Thousand Beast Technique," things escalated to the point where they turned on each other.

Moreover, although he claimed to be an ordinary person, after displaying his skills, he was seen as no different from a cultivator. If he continued to travel with them, it would inevitably lead to awkwardness and discomfort.

And the death of Juanzi might be another reason he was unwilling to face.

People can pretend and find comfort in their struggles, but they cannot escape their true selves. He always felt that he should not have watched a little girl, who brought him meals, die in vain. He was no longer a weak scholar who only knew how to run away when faced with danger; he had a sword within him, sharp and unmatched!

However, he was also waiting for the arrival of the Hu siblings. Since they were also heading to Lujiang Town, it would be convenient to ask them about the situation. What he did not expect was that the events of last night were not over...

Under the morning sun, the small river flowed quietly.

Wujiao sat cross-legged by the riverbank, chewing on a blade of wild grass, looking relaxed, but his face bore a hint of helplessness.

Hu Yancheng paced back and forth beside him, looking deeply troubled.

Hu Shuangcheng squatted by the river, dipping her sword into the clear water to clean it.

Hu Yancheng, unable to contain his worries, said, "Brother Wu! If you don't care about this matter, my sister and I can only return the way we came..."

Wujiao, chewing on the grass, mumbled, "If the journey ahead is dangerous, then returning the way we came is fine!"

Hu Yancheng, slightly anxious, said, "If that's the case, Jiaobao and her group will surely face disaster..."

Wujiao glanced at him, "Brother Hu, are you clinging to me just for Jiaobao?"

Hu Yancheng, slightly embarrassed, quickly defended himself, "Compassion is a virtue everyone has!"

Wujiao spat out the grass, smiling bitterly, "If you want to accompany Miss Bao'er to the State of Youxiong, go ahead. Why keep me here?"

Hu Yancheng hesitated, "At this point, how can we stand idly by? I only wish to help her safely cross the Lujiang territory, nothing more. However, my cultivation is not sufficient to handle everything, so I ask for Brother Wu's assistance, to see this through to the end..."

Wujiao interrupted, "I am just an ordinary scholar..."

Hu Yancheng took a step back, clasping his hands in a plea, "Brother Wu, forgive my lack of discernment. You are a great cultivator, why torment me!"

Wujiao seemed intrigued, his eyes sparkling, "A great cultivator? How so..."

Is there a cultivator who doesn't know their own level? This is either pretending to be ignorant or treating others as fools. But the speaker looked genuinely sincere, making it even more confusing!

Hu Yancheng stared at Wujiao, stammering, "To be honest, I can't gauge Brother Wu's level at all. I just saw you easily kill Chu You, so I guessed..."

Wujiao shook his head, smiling, and patted his buttocks as he stood up.

Hu Yancheng is a straightforward person, not lying. I can't gauge my own level either. Even when I use my demonic sword, although I exude a killing aura, I don't have the spiritual power that should come with a cultivator's level.

So, what am I? If I'm a cultivator, I don't know how to cultivate; if I'm an ordinary person, I've already undergone a transformation and have a demonic sword within me.

Well, why worry so much! I am who I am, a unique individual who does as I please, free and easy, and different from the norm...

Wujiao's eyebrows lifted, and he said, "If Chu Fang wants revenge, he will return the same way and block the road, which will prevent the Jiao family from facing unexpected disasters!"

"Prevent small issues from becoming big ones, and good fortune will follow!" Hu Yancheng sighed in relief, agreeing, and added, "To travel to Lujiang Town, one must pass through Egret Beach. We only need to guard that area, and we can move freely..."

Wujiao, however, changed the subject, humbly, "Brother Hu, can you share your cultivation methods, so we can discuss and verify them? Like the techniques for using talismans, sitting meditation, hand seals, and wind-riding steps, etc., etc..."

Hu Yancheng's legs went weak, almost stepping into the river.

Cultivation methods are secret and cannot be easily shared. This person is clearly powerful but seems to know nothing...

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Following the small river upstream for a few miles, there is a sandy beach called Egret Beach.

This is the old course of the Lujiang River, once a raging torrent, now a shallow beach. Occasionally, a few egrets dance, and the surrounding wilderness adds to the scenery.

A hundred miles to the east is Lujiang Town. If Chu Fang returns, this will be his only path.

Whether he will return for revenge, no one knows. As Hu Yancheng said, it's best to see it through to the end. In his divine sense, the Jiao family's convoy has already set off, following the main road and crossing the stream, heading north.

Under the trees on the beach, two horses and three people were quietly waiting.

Wujiao sat cross-legged on a log, ignoring the distant Jiao family convoy, flipping through a small book in his hand, nodding occasionally as if gaining insight.

The book was old, only a few pages thick, with a familiar title: "Heaven and Earth Borrowing Techniques." It looked like a secret manual for itinerant Taoists, but it was the initial method Hu Yancheng used to start his cultivation. Even so, he was unwilling to share it. He said that methods are not easily taught, but under persistent persuasion, he finally shared this book. If asked to share his cultivation techniques, he would never agree.

For Wujiao, this was already quite novel!

The "Heaven and Earth Borrowing Techniques" contained only three basic methods: breathing, practicing, and casting spells. The breathing and practicing methods seemed useless to him. His internal qi sea could rotate and absorb spiritual energy on its own, so he didn't need to do it manually. Since he didn't know any cultivation techniques, he had no need for practicing. The key was in the spell-casting methods. The Five Elements techniques are based on the principles of generation and inhibition, following the laws of yin and yang. By using hand seals and incantations to channel spiritual energy, one can achieve various supernatural powers.

Heh, so that's how it works.

The immortals developed these techniques and passed them down, which is not without merit. But where are the hand seals and incantations?

Wujiao flipped through the "Heaven and Earth Borrowing Techniques" from beginning to end but found no related spells or hand seals. He shook the thin book and said, "Brother Hu, can you teach me a few tricks, like fire, water, or the art of concealing things in one's sleeve, etc.?"

Hu Yancheng was looking into the distance but saw nothing. His divine sense was not strong enough to see a few miles away. Hearing this, he quickly snatched the book and put it in his pocket, smiling awkwardly, and asked, "Brother Wu, where is Miss Bao'er now?"

Wujiao avoided answering, complaining, "Why are you so stingy? Only through discussion and verification can one improve..." He saw Hu Shuangcheng cleaning her sword again and walked over, "Sister, can I see your bow and arrows?"

The little girl sheathed her sword, pulled out a hard wooden bow from her quiver, and laughed, "Do you even know how to use a sword?"

"Don't underestimate me; I was once skilled in archery and horsemanship!"

Wujiao took the wooden bow, examined it, and drew an arrow from the quiver on the horse, aiming at a short tree about ten yards away. With a "twang," the arrow disappeared into the grass.

Hu Shuangcheng laughed, "You're just boasting; my brother treats you like a great cultivator!"

Wujiao returned the wooden bow, unconvinced, "The bowstring is too soft, making it hard to aim accurately!" As he spoke, he raised his hand, and a large bow appeared in his hand.

The bow was as thick as an arm, crystal clear like jade, with green tips and a golden string, clearly not an ordinary item.

Hu Shuangcheng was surprised, "You carry such a divine bow with you..."

Her brother Hu Yancheng, who was about to ask about Jiaobao's whereabouts, was also stunned.

Wujiao smiled proudly, "Little girl, since you know archery, do you know the origin of this bow?"

He was about to show off the bow when his face suddenly changed. As he gripped the bow, a sense of ancient and vast energy suddenly flowed from the bow. At that moment, the spiritual energy in his dantian rushed out to counter it, trying to control or destroy it. He felt as if he were being drained, almost collapsing.

Wujiao was startled and quickly focused his mind. The bow disappeared in a flash of light. He was still dazed, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. The ancient and powerful aura lingered, making him feel both helpless and determined.

Hu Shuangcheng, not understanding what was happening, felt a strong wind pass by, and the large bow disappeared in a flash of light. She was surprised, "Hey, what's going on?"

"The large bow is a divine item, with its own spirit!"

Hu Yancheng, more knowledgeable, exclaimed, "Could it be the legendary Ku Bone Ring..." He pointed to the bone ring on Wujiao's thumb, thinking for a moment, and continued, "In ancient tribes, the bones of Ku bulls were often used to create ritual items, with wondrous properties. Later, many immortal sects imitated this, but it was extremely rare, only obtainable by senior cultivators!"

At this point, he finally recognized that Wujiao, who had been acting crazy, was a great cultivator. Without hesitation, he took out two spirit stones and a jade slip from his sleeve, reluctantly offering them, "Brother Wu, these are Chu You's possessions, along with the six black bee stingers on the horse. You decide what to do with them, and please tell us where Miss Bao'er is!"

Wujiao, having recovered from his daze, hid his hand in his sleeve and said, "It's just a shooting ring, nothing special!" He didn't want to say more, took the jade slip, and smiled, "Miss Bao'er has left the Lujiang territory! If you have feelings for her, why not follow her?"

As for the spirit stones and black bee stingers, he wasn't interested.

Hu Yancheng, taking the opportunity to put away the spirit stones, shook his head, "The paths of immortals and mortals are different; we have no fate together!"

Wujiao was unhappy, "If you both have feelings for each other, why should there be a difference between immortals and mortals?"

Hu Yancheng smiled bitterly, "Even if you were in my position, it would be the same..."

Wujiao glared, "If my Ziyun were a mortal, I wouldn't care what happens to her. Once I fall in love, I will never change!"

At that moment, a sword light whistled from afar.

Hu Yancheng was shocked, "Chu Fang has brought a senior cultivator, this is bad..."

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PS: It's 200,000 words now, and it's time to reveal the plot. This book should be divided into two parts with different styles, to reflect my four lines of poetry. The protagonist's tough and funny days will continue. The secrets of the demonic sword and many mysteries will be revealed when he returns home. Using a fantasy story to write about a fading dream! Mobile users, please visit http://m.piaotia.net

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