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Inside the room, the Primordial Qi slowly beca dense, and Lan Xiyue’s heart grew excited as well.
With such abundant Primordial Qi, breaking through was not hopeless.
Such an Array crafted by Lin Hao, if word got out, it would certainly cause an upheaval.
Unintentionally, Lan Xiyue had an illusion.
Being his personal maid... might not be such a bad thing.
"What are you thinking about?" Lin Hao watched Lan Xiyue’s dazed appearance, flicking her between the eyebrows with his finger.
"Ah!" Lan Xiyue felt pain and imdiately ca to her senses.
"Listen up, starting from today, everyday you have only two tasks, one, cultivate, two, do my laundry, prepare my als, and bath ."
Lin Hao said, "If you cultivate here, you’ll progress faster than others, but you only have three days."
"Also, your Master must have passed down so simple ntal thod to you, right? Bring it out, let see."
"No way." Without even thinking, Lan Xiyue refused, "Before I left, Master distinctly instructed that the Cultivation Techniques must never be disclosed."
"Bring it out." Lin Hao looked calm, his gaze fixed on her eyes, "Now, you belong to , Lin Hao, you don’t have the luxury of choice, understand?"
"No way." Lan Xiyue bit her lip, "Bathing you, fine. Doing your laundry and cooking too, but the Cultivation Technique, don’t even think about it."
Cultivation Techniques have always been treated as treasures by the Cultivators in the Cultivation World; a good Cultivation Technique can make one’s cultivation efforts yield twice the result with half the effort.
In one’s life, they can only cultivate one Cultivation Technique; family techniques are often passed down through generations.
Hence, they are secrets, never to be disclosed.
Lin Hao stared at Lan Xiyue, there was a mont he seed to find this serious woman sowhat cute.
Seeing her stubbornness, Lin Hao said indifferently, "Bring it out."
Still, three words.
His words were firm.
Lan Xiyue stood still, her hand already on the hilt of the sword, equally firm:
"No."
"Are you sure?" Lin Hao looked into her eyes and asked.
Lan Xiyue lifted her head, eting his gaze squarely, intending to say she was sure, but for so reason, as she looked into Lin Hao’s eyes, the words reached her lips but then retreated.
Lin Hao’s pupils were deep like the universe, they held vicissitudes, sharpness, and sparkled like stars.
A very strange pair of eyes, unlike any she had ever seen before.
She couldn’t help but have a thought rise in her mind.
Did Lin Hao really need her Cultivation Technique?
For so unknown reason, she felt that Lin Hao might not even value it.
"This ti, you better think carefully about your answer." Seeing her silence, Lin Hao continued, "Being my personal maid, you have to achieve one thing: trust one hundred percent, no doubts allowed."
His magnetic voice entered her ears, making Lan Xiyue’s feelings even more complex.
Trust?
Should she trust a man who bullied her?
Suddenly, she gripped the sword in her hand, recalling all of Lin Hao’s actions over these past two days.
Cold, decisive, always keeps his word, a gentleman’s deanor.
These words surfaced first in her mind.
At the sa ti, she rembered the Spirit Sword on her body was also given to her by Lin Hao.
"Fine, I’ll give it to you." In the end, Lan Xiyue agreed, if Lin Hao took her Cultivation Technique for his own, then she would fight to the death to kill him.
"That’s a good girl, hurry up, I don’t have much ti to idle away with you," Lin Hao sat down on her bed.
"Wait a mont." Lan Xiyue reached into her robes and pulled out a sheepskin scroll.
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The sheepskin scroll was ancient, densely covered in small characters, as well as diagrams of the body’s ridians.
Lin Hao glanced at it, then flipped his hand, and magically, paper and pen appeared in his palm.
Lan Xiyue looked on curiously, filled with confusion, having no idea how the paper and pen appeared.
Of course, Lin Hao had no intention of explaining. He tossed aside the sheepskin scroll, then began to write and draw on the paper.
It took about three minutes for him to get up and hand the paper to Lan Xiyue: "Take it."
Lan Xiyue received the flimsy paper: "What is this?"
"That lousy Cultivation Technique of yours has too many flaws, no idea which idiot wrote it, this is an improved version, practice according to it."
Having said that, Lin Hao took a step forward and left her room.
However, just as he took the last step, Lin Hao suddenly turned back and said, "This ti, you did well."
Lan Xiyue was about to retort to Lin Hao’s previous sentence, but he had already disappeared.
"Lousy Cultivation Technique? Written by an idiot?" Lan Xiyue said indignantly, "You’re the idiot, rubbish, that’s the best Cultivation Technique from my ntor!"
"I shall see just how good what you’ve written is."
Then, Lan Xiyue focused her gaze on the paper, and soon, a touch of amazent appeared in her eyes.
As her gaze moved down, the expression on her pretty face grew increasingly shocked, and even her fair arms began to tremble uncontrollably.
Lan Xiyue was horrified to discover that with just a few simple modifications by Lin Hao, the Cultivation Technique had been improved by untold levels!
Although her Realm was low, she could still easily discern the quality of a Cultivation Technique.
Without exaggeration, compared to the enhanced version from Lin Hao, the technique on the sheepskin scroll was indeed a lousy one.
It could even be described as trash!
Lin Hao’s words were not an overstatent at all; compared to the modified technique, the original creator of the technique really seed a bit like an idiot.
It was rely a change in a few simple areas, but those changes were like the finishing stroke on a dragon painting.
Although simple, ordinary people could not possibly notice them.
Her ntor had spent decades without being able to modify it.
But Lin Hao, it took him just one glance...
Lan Xiyue’s gaze was extrely complex, her face flushed, her chest heaving unevenly, and the full, wily rabbits hidden beneath her collar seed as if they might jump out at any mont.
"Man, just how strong are you..."
After a long while, she let out a sigh.
Then, she started to practice the Cultivation excitedly.
Outside the villa, Lin Hao had quietly left.
Whether in his past life or this one, Lin Hao always liked to go out at night.
Initially, he just wanted to take a walk.
But then, his phone suddenly rang.
On the phone, a strange number was displayed.
"Hello," Lin Hao answered the call, speaking indifferently.
"Lin Hao, Zhou Ziwei is in my hands. If you want to save her, co to the abandoned amusent park outside the third ring road."
"You should know where that is. If you aren’t there before ten-thirty, I don’t think she’ll be well off."
A deep voice ca from the other side of the phone: "Co, let your niece speak to you."
Following that, Zhou Ziwei’s voice ca through: "Lin Hao, Lin Hao, don’t co over, they...wuuu..."
Her words were cut off mid-sentence, the sound disappeared from the phone, obviously her mouth had been covered.
Lin Hao’s face imdiately turned exceedingly grim, he didn’t ask who it was, didn’t even utter a word.
There was only one word:
"Fine."
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