Shen Xuan stood tall like a javelin, hard as iron, completely still.
After Zeng Yuyuan finished her drink, he smiled and downed his cup too.
"Hao Ming is new here and doesn’t understand many things. Please, Sister Zeng, take care of in the future."
"Rest assured, Brother Shen, whatever you need, you can co to Yuyuan, and I will do my utmost."
Zeng Yuyuan said, patting her chest.
At this mont, a gloomy gaze swept over.
Zeng Yuyuan seed to realize sothing and turned to look.
It was her visibly displeased great-grandfather, Ming Shen True Master.
In his eyes, there seed to be a hint of warning.
Zeng Yuyuan was startled, sobering up a bit.
Shen Xuan smiled and said, "Alright, I’m already a bit tipsy. Fellow seniors and juniors, let’s stop here; no need to offer any more drinks."
The atmosphere of the banquet began to turn somber.
Just then, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in a fiery red dress rushed in from outside.
She had a well-proportioned figure, a handso face with a wild dash, disheveled hair, and her forehead was covered in sweat.
The aura on her body was only at the Qi Cultivation Second Layer.
"Servant disciple Yang Huofeng is late, please forgive , True Master."
Yang Huofeng’s voice was loud, with a brisk and lively spirit.
Ignoring the people at the banquet, she glanced once at Ming Shen True Master, directly walked up, bowed, and looked at the table with gleaming eyes full of spiritual energy in the food and wine.
Her throat couldn’t help but move.
Clearly, this Yang Huofeng was here for the spiritual wine and vegetables.
It couldn’t be blad on her either.
Spiritual wine and vegetables naturally have an irresistible allure for Qi Cultivation Realm cultivators.
"Hmm?"
Shen Xuan’s heart surged like a stormy sea.
In an expression of calm composure, an imperceptible glint flashed across his eyes.
Just a mont ago.
When his Divine Sense swept over Yang Huofeng.
He surprisingly discovered that the fire spiritual power within Yang Huofeng had a subtle resonance with him.
Not with the Crimson Cloud Primordial Fire.
But with his painstakingly cultivated [Nirvana Phoenix Body].
"No way. It can’t be such a coincidence."
Shen Xuan increased the intensity of his Divine Sense scan.
The erupting scorching fire aura instantly elevated the surrounding atmosphere.
Ming Shen True Master sensed the abnormality.
He glanced at Shen Xuan and similarly perford a Divine Sense sweep over Yang Huofeng.
"Her fire spirit root is only of inferior quality. Could there be sothing extraordinary that I haven’t noticed about this girl?"
Ming Shen True Master did not believe that Shen Xuan would waste ti on a servant girl.
Indeed.
Shen Xuan nodded slightly, communicating silently with his Divine Soul: "Brother Ming Shen, let’s leave the table for now. Have that Yang Huofeng co et in the secret chamber."
...
In the secret chamber.
Yang Huofeng held a piece of spiritual chicken leg and drank boldly.
One sip of spiritual wine, one bite of spiritual chicken at.
It was apparent that her drinking capacity was impressive.
Tier Two spiritual wine, rich in spiritual energy.
Ordinary Qi Cultivation Realm cultivators could only consu a small cup at most.
Yet Yang Huofeng, only at the Qi Cultivation Second Layer, had a whole pot of spiritual wine, pouring cup after cup, drinking non-stop.
At this ti, Ming Shen True Master finally noticed the unusual.
"Alright. Young girl, take this pot of spiritual wine back with you."
"Thank you, True Master."
Yang Huofeng carefully put the spiritual wine away and sat up straight.
Shen Xuan swept his Divine Sense over an Intelligence Jade Scroll.
Inside was Yang Huofeng’s information.
Very simple.
Yang Huofeng, fifteen years old, inferior fire spirit root, father is Yang Yunfan, a spirit fisherman from Fla Island.
Ten years ago, Yang Yunfan, a loose cultivator of Yueyun Immortal City, brought her to Fla Island, joining the newly relocated Fire Cloud Sect, becoming a sect servant.
Yang Yunfan is a water cultivator with an inferior spirit root.
Over sixty years old, Qi Cultivation Sixth Layer.
Without unexpected events, Yang Yunfan’s progress would end at the Middle Stage of Qi Cultivation.
"Is Yang Yunfan your biological or adoptive father?"
Shen Xuan asked.
Yang Huofeng glanced at Ming Shen True Master, answering straightforwardly, "Adoptive father. Father said he found in the wild. At that ti, I had just been born, not even a month old."
Before a True Master, there was no need to lie.
Shen Xuan asked a few more questions.
About her cultivation technique, insights in cultivation, and understanding of the fire technique, among other things.
Yang Huofeng answered honestly.
The overall feeling was that those fire techniques seed simple, as if she understood them at a glance.
But she just couldn’t perform them.
The spiritual power was insufficient.
Additionally, she was always hungry.
Her appetite was several tis that of her peers.
Her father, Yang Yunfan, was already impoverished by her eating.
The family’s earnings mostly went into buying demon beast at, spiritual vegetables, and spirit rice, which she consud.
Upon hearing this, Shen Xuan had a vague suspicion.
"Brother Ming Shen, I want to conduct an examination on this girl. This..."
"I understand."
Ming Shen True Master tactfully exited the secret chamber.
Shen Xuan’s body trembled.
He lifted the Ice Technique Golden Core seal.
With a slight touch of his finger.
Over ten Dark Spirit Fish transford into Cyan Spirit Ice Walls, setting layers of prohibitions to isolate the outer world.
Seeing this scene, Yang Huofeng looked sowhat surprised.
She instinctively shivered, attempting to shake off the cold around her.
"Yang Huofeng, I am Shen Xuan of the Cyan Cloud Sect, Ice Technique Golden Core, under the alias Shen Haoming. I am entrusted by True Master Primordial Fire to select a true disciple, to inherit his Daoist techniques clothing."
Another True Master!
Yang Huofeng quickly bowed.
"Yang Huofeng pays respect to the True Master."
After receiving the bow, Shen Xuan said gravely, "Since we have t here, it is fate. Rember, regardless of the outco, you must not reveal my identity to others."
"Yes, Huofeng obeys the True Master’s decree."
"I suspect there may be an abnormality in your body. Now, I will examine you, no need to be nervous."
Shen Xuan signaled Yang Huofeng to relax her mind.
Then, he extended his finger and gently touched Yang Huofeng’s forehead and sea of consciousness.
A gentle water spiritual power, accompanied by a trace of Divine Sense, slowly delved into Yang Huofeng’s body.
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