Su Sheng’s courtyard. Su Sheng was holding a book titled "Nineteen Styles of Embroidery Sword," but his mind was focused on integrating the Peasant's Ultimate Technique and the Taste-a-Hundred-Herbs cultivation method.
Rui’er curiously asked, “Master, Old Marquis found you many cultivation techniques, although not top-tier, they are still sought after by major families. Why don’t you look at those and keep staring at this “Nineteen Styles of Embroidery Sword” every day?”
Li Tian, who was secretly guarding Su Sheng, also felt puzzled. A Master who could casually demonstrate the lost “Lóng Yuè Sword Technique” was treating this "Nineteen Styles of Embroidery Sword," a three-penny book from a street stall, like a treasure. It was absurd.
Su Sheng chuckled, “You don't understand. There was once a person who diligently practiced the “Nineteen Styles of Embroidery Sword” for nineteen years and achieved Sword Immortal status. This “Nineteen Styles of Embroidery Sword” has nineteen mysteries!”
Rui’er said, “Master, you will be almost forty in nineteen years. Are you going to roam the world with a white beard and sword?”
Su Sheng picked up the Xiú Yú wine brewed by Bǎi Lǐ Dōng Jūn and took a large gulp. The alcohol surged through him, and the gentle scholar suddenly exuded a heroic aura, leaving Rui’er speechless.
Su Sheng said, “The world is too boring, the heavens too lonely. Only I can walk the mortal realm and be truly free! I, Su Sheng, am but a refined scholar. How could I become a Sword Immortal?”
Rui’er pouted, “If you can become a Sword Immortal with this “Nineteen Styles of Embroidery Sword,” I… I… I will be your servant!”
Su Sheng scrutinized Rui’er, “Hmm, little girl, you have some looks, enough to be a servant. Since that’s the case, you should remember this, if I become a Sword Immortal, you will become my servant! You will warm my bed and wash my feet!”
Rui’er snorted and walked out of the house.
Li Tian looked at Rui’er’s indignant expression, “Don’t worry, “Nineteen Styles of Embroidery Sword” is the most ordinary and mundane sword technique. It is impossible to become a Sword Immortal with it!”
“Master, Marquis of West Garrison and the Young Marquis request an audience!”
Su Sheng replied, “Invite them in!”
Bǎi Lǐ Luò Chén and Bǎi Lǐ Chéng Fēng walked into Su Sheng’s courtyard. These two, born from a turbulent world and regarded as terrifying killing gods, now stood before Su Sheng with clasped hands, “Master Su!”
“Marquis, Young Marquis, please have a seat!”
Bǎi Lǐ Chéng Fēng said, “Master Su, my father and I came today to show you some intelligence and seek your guidance.”
Su Sheng received the intelligence and read the content. He couldn’t help but laugh. He never thought that being a refined scholar who casually drank with the Marquis of West Garrison and didn’t even possess internal energy would create such a stir in Tianqi City. Just a few drinks, taking Ye Yun as his disciple, and he had attracted such a storm.
“Whoever gains Bǎi Lǐ gains the world. This is someone trying to push the Bǎi Lǐ family towards death! They are jealous of your great achievements.”
Bǎi Lǐ Chéng Fēng asked, “Master, what do you suggest we do? Please guide me!”
Actually, Bǎi Lǐ Luò Chén and Bǎi Lǐ Chéng Fēng didn’t need to consult Su Sheng about these matters within their family. But, Su Sheng merely pointed out a few cultivation techniques to Ye Yun, which allowed him to reach the Vajra Realm within three months. Such strength made Bǎi Lǐ Luò Chén curious to test Su Sheng.
That’s why they asked for advice.
【Bǎi Lǐ Chéng Fēng】
【Cultivation: Great Xiāo Yáo Realm mid-stage】
【Technique: Fast Sword】
【Aptitude: Gifted (Higher talent, potential to become a leader in a specific field), with guidance from the host, he can become a generation-defining Sword Immortal, recommended for discipleship】
Su Sheng heard the system’s voice regarding the disciple’s return and a look of disdain crossed his eyes. He thought his disciples would be like Bǎi Lǐ Dōng Jūn or Ye Yun, geniuses. At the very least, someone like Sī Kōng Cháng Fēng who possesses the intent of a gun god!
But Bǎi Lǐ Chéng Fēng was old, had poor aptitude, and seemed a bit slow-witted. Su Sheng sighed, oh well, he was a resource pack after all. He would accept him, casually guide him, and then leave him alone.
Bǎi Lǐ Chéng Fēng saw Su Sheng’s silence and the disdain in his eyes, and couldn’t understand why he would look down on him. Was his question stupid?
Su Sheng said, “This question is very foolish. Your father must know, this rumor is indeed disadvantageous to the West Garrison Marquis’s Mansion, but the court does not have the capital to move against the West Garrison Marquis. They can only target the Ye Family. If I’m not mistaken, someone is going to make a move against the Ye Family! But, this does not mean that the Bǎi Lǐ family is safe. If things are mishandled, the Bǎi Lǐ family could become... extinct!”
The West Garrison Marquis’s pupils contracted. He knew Su Sheng was intelligent, but he never imagined he would be this clever. Even the Ye Family and Bǎi Lǐ family, involved in this situation, might not see through this. But Su Sheng understood the core.
Bǎi Lǐ Chéng Fēng was taken aback, “Extinct?”
“Yes, that's a common saying, meaning to cut off the lineage. If I’m not mistaken, Madame Wén was once attacked, seriously injured, and then unable to bear children?”
Bǎi Lǐ Chéng Fēng replied, “That is correct!”
“Then that’s it. Bǎi Lǐ Dōng Jūn is the only heir of the Bǎi Lǐ family, and he is also a natural Martial Vein… ”
The West Garrison Marquis’s pupils shrank. Bǎi Lǐ Dōng Jūn was his heart and soul! If anything happened to him, he would surely go crazy!
The West Garrison Marquis kicked Bǎi Lǐ Chéng Fēng to the ground, and Bǎi Lǐ Chéng Fēng immediately knelt before Su Sheng.
Bǎi Lǐ Luò Chén said, “Please enlighten us, Master!”
Su Sheng said, “Easy, leave Tianqi City. Unless summoned, don’t return. Dōng Jūn should do the same.”
Bǎi Lǐ Luò Chén thought about it and his eyes lit up, “Brilliant idea, Master! How can I repay you?”
Su Sheng was struggling to figure out how to accept Bǎi Lǐ Chéng Fēng as a disciple. Now Bǎi Lǐ Luò Chén gave him an opportunity. This old man is good, he provided a ladder.
Su Sheng thought for a moment, “He has average talent, but with proper guidance, he should be able to become a generation-defining Sword Immortal!”
Bǎi Lǐ Chéng Fēng was confused, “What do you mean, Master?”
Wasn’t he supposed to be repaying Master? Why was he talking about his cultivation?
The West Garrison Marquis slapped Bǎi Lǐ Chéng Fēng’s head, “You fool! Quickly pay your respects and become his disciple. It’s your fortune that the Master is willing to guide you!”
Sword Immortal? They all knew that Bǎi Lǐ Chéng Fēng’s aptitude, at most, would only reach the peak of the Fú Yáo Realm, similar to Bǎi Lǐ Luò Chén’s level. But now, he had met Su Sheng, and Bǎi Lǐ Chéng Fēng’s fate had been completely rewritten.
“I am willing to become Master Su’s disciple! Please accept me, Master!”
Bǎi Lǐ Chéng Fēng knelt on both knees and sincerely kowtowed three times.
【Congratulations, host. Teaching and getting stronger. Accepting Bǎi Lǐ Chéng Fēng as a disciple, you have gained Master-level Poison Art】
Su Sheng’s eyes lit up. He had obtained the Indestructible Body by poison, and now Master-level Poison Art. In the future, even if he didn’t reveal his strength, he would be able to protect himself and kill enemies.
This reward is useful!