Zhao Zhen Wu was on his way back when suddenly he sensed sothing and his speed increased. Once he was back in his mansion, he went straight towards his personal chamber.
Entering the second room, inside the big room, was a place which felt like a library with many books and scrolls lying on the table and shelf.
He ignored all of it and took out a scorpion-like Jade from his pocket. He placed it on the empty space on the wall. Suddenly a hidden door opened the pathway towards the downstairs, with restrictions that went off with the door opening.
Zhao Zhen Wu went straight down until he stopped at a dimly lit room with a lifeless figure sitting in a lotus position.
Zhao Zhen Wu, with beads of sweat on his forehead, spoke respectfully, "Master."
In front of his eyes was a thin stature man. His bones were visible over his dead, skinny skin, like he wasn’t alive but a dead body.
The old man’s eyes were still closed as he spoke in an eerie voice, "Why are the dragons here?" he asked.
Zhao Zhen Wu couldn’t hide anything from the man, so he told him about Xuan, Long i, and the hidden dragon elder expert which Zhao Zhen Wu perceived.
The old man’s body released a heavy, deathly aura as his eyes opened. They were pitch black with no sign of life. He asked, "This couldn’t be so coincidence; however, I’m more interested in the dragon boy nad Xuan."
Zhao Zhen Wu’s eyes widened in shock. He thought of sothing then asked, "Master! You don’t an that?"
The old man nodded with an eerie smile, showing his filthy, yellow teeth. "I an that, Zen Wu."
"But master?" Zhao Zhen Wu still wanted to think that he heard it wrong.
The man in front was none other than the Cloud Severing Sovereign who should have died centuries ago, but here he was still hanging at the rope towards the door of death.
The Cloud Severing Ancestor spoke, "Heaven is helping by sending such a young and powerful body of the young dragon. How can I not have a thought to take it for ?"
Zhao Zhen Wu couldn’t co to terms with it, trying to persuade the Cloud Severing Ancestor.
"Master, this might backfire, and that man doesn’t look like so ordinary dragon. If we offend the royal dragon clan then we are inviting our end."
"Kekeke," the Cloud Severing Ancestor laughed.
"What do I have to lose here, but if you don’t listen to , then you will lose much more than you have imagined." His tone turned cold in the end.
Even in his weakened form, his cultivation was on the first level of Sky Sovereign Realm, forcing Zhao Zhen Wu to his knees.
Then he continued, "I might be weak now, but a re dragon ancestor won’t be able to resist my attack. Rember, Zhen Wu, even if that man is the prince of the dragon clan, he isn’t as important as my existence."
"My existence is way beyond that of a re young dragon. You better bring that boy to or I might take that body of yours."
Sweat beads were dripping from Zhao Zhen Wu’s forehead. The fear of dying gripped his heart. "I... I’ll, master. Just give few days."
"One week. You have less than a week to bring that man or I’ll do as I said." With his words, he again closed his eyes, while retracting his nacing aura.
Zhao Zhen Wu bowed and left the room in a hurry with heaviness in his heart. He cursed his father for saving the old man at his death door.
100 years ago, during the war against the demonic practitioners, the Cloud Severing Sovereign fought the great war and succumbed to his injuries.
The city lord of that ti, and father of Zhao Zhen Wu, with gratitude in his heart for saving his family and the people of the city, perford the forbidden art which helped the Cloud Severing Ancestor to sustain his life.
However, to actually regain his life, he had to seize the body of soone with a body which can sustain his existence.
During the last 100 years, Zhao Zhen Wu tried to help him, but they always failed with the body crumbling like a wooden house.
Now he has his eyes on Xuan, especially knowing that he is a dragon with powerful physique and his royal heritage would help the Cloud Severing Ancestor to again reach the level of previous cultivation.
...
On the other hand, Long Wei asked, "You have learned it!" Xuan nodded, not sure himself but he did feel sothing the mont Zhao Zhen Wu faltered in front of him.
"It works but how? I’m still not sure about it," Xuan spoke after giving it so thought.
Long Wei was about to speak, telling him why he didn’t try it on her, but then she realized the horror she felt even when she wasn’t the targeted one but Zhao Zhen Wu, so she decided to stop herself.
Instead, she chose to finish all this soon so she can finally embrace Xuan once again.
"Husband, there is this last thing which I’m going to teach you." She then distanced herself from Xuan and began moving in a very unique way.
While showing her moves, she spoke, "Rember, this isn’t a cultivation technique but a martial technique. This was taught to us from a very young age, which helps in hand-to-hand close combat."
Her movents were fluid. Every move of Long Wei was like a knife precisely cutting the air like a bread.
Xuan saw her movents with a focused gaze. He had only heard of martial art in his old world, but here he was witnessing it firsthand.
Long Wei right now wasn’t looking like the sa perverted, lustful woman. At this mont, she felt like a beast preparing to launch its attack on the prey.
Martial techniques are different than cultivation techniques. Unlike in cultivation technique, where your bloodline, your heritage, or talent might work, in martial technique, you need practice to learn it, so no matter how talented you are, you won’t do much in martial technique until you spend ti on it.
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