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Xu Fan looked at Sword Wuji, feeling like he was being forced into something.

“Thank you, Grand Master, for saving my life.” Sword Wuji said, and was about to bow again in a big ceremony.

Xu Fan quickly stepped forward and helped Sword Wuji up.

It was only when Xu Fan grabbed Sword Wuji’s hand that he realized how strong the young man was.

“Get up, your Grand Master doesn’t like people kneeling to him all the time.” Wang Xiangchi, who was beside them, said.

Only then did Sword Wuji get up, looking at his Grand Master with admiration. Wang Xiangchi told him that his Grand Master could kill Golden Core Stage Demonic Beasts in his Qi Refining Stage, so Sword Wuji had been looking forward to this day’s meeting ever since.

“Wuji, how do you feel now that you have absorbed the origin of the Poison Wawa Clan from your body?” Xu Fan asked.

Hearing Xu Fan’s concerned words, Sword Wuji felt warmth in his heart.

From then on, Xu Fan’s position in Sword Wuji’s heart rose to third place.

“I feel a bit uncomfortable because the nine great Dao Weapon Spirit Swords sealed in my body are almost saturated. The overflow of the origin is making me feel suffocated.” Sword Wuji said with a bitter face.

“That, and I’ve been attracting Demonic Beasts and the Demon Clan outside the Immortal City.” Sword Wuji added.

“Yes, that’s why I came.” Xu Fan took out a spirit bead and handed it to Sword

“This is the switch to control the curse in your body. When you turn off the curse, it will stop absorbing the origin of the Poison Wawa Clan.”

“You can turn it on when you need it.”

Xu Fan passed on the secret method of opening and closing the curse to Sword Wuji.

“Thank you, Grand Master.” Sword Wuji said gratefully.

“You are Wang Xiangchi’s personal disciple and my official grand-disciple. You deserve this treatment.” Xu Fan said kindly. He was not a timid person. Since he had acknowledged Sword Wuji as his disciple, he would bravely acknowledge him as a grand-disciple.

He had figured it out and realized that he still couldn’t escape his fate.

The three of them went to the dojo in the Traveling Palace, where they sat cross-legged. Xu Fan also fulfilled his duty as a Grand Master by answering all of Sword Wuji’s questions about sword dao.

Xu Fan looked at the overflowing spiritual power on Sword Wuji and said, “Wuji, before you advance to the Golden Core Stage, your Grand Master will pass on an Innate Divine Ability to you, which is also the Hidden Spirit Sect’s rule.’

As he spoke, the space where Xu Fan and Sword Wuji were changed.

The two of them eventually appeared in a void universe.

A jade slip floated in front of Sword Wuji.

“This magical power is called ‘Three Kowtows.’ It is most suitable for those of you with great luck to cultivate. In times of crisis, it can play an unexpectedly crucial role,” Xu Fan said. This was a divine ability he had created on his way, simple but effective when used by the protagonist.

“Grand Master, is this a sword dao divine ability?” Sword Wuji asked, feeling that it might not be a serious divine ability.

“You have your own inheritance of divine abilities, so learning one more won’t help much.”

“Oh.” Sword Wuji began to read the content of the jade slip.

After reading the contents, Sword Wuji’s face turned strange, wondering if this magical power was actually called ‘Begging for Mercy on Three Knees.’

“Believe in your Grand Master, this magical power will definitely save your life.” Xu Fan said.

“I believe in my Grand Master.” Sword Wuji hurriedly nodded, having a high degree of trust in Xu Fan.

“This magical power is very simple. You will leave on your own after you master it.” Xu Fan said, his figure disappearing into the void of the universe,

Looking at the content in the jade slip, Sword Wuji laughed, “It really is simple. ”

Outside Wang Xiangchi’s traveling palace, Wang Xiangchi and Xu Fan said their goodbyes.

“Your second senior sister has already advanced to the God Transformation Stage, and your eldest senior brother and fourth junior brother have both touched the edge of the God Transformation Stage, so you’re the only one left.”

“I know. I’ll travel with Wuji for a while longer before settling down to comprehend the sword dao.” Wang Xiangchi said.

“Well, focus on cultivation, and don’t think about encounters or anything like that.”

“If it doesn’t work out, come back to the sect, and I’ll give you special training.” Xu Fan comforted Wang Xiangchi by patting him on the shoulder.

“Haha, I still prefer cultivating by myself,” Wang Xiangchi said, unprepared for his master’s special training.

“As you wish.” Xu Fan’s figure disappeared in front of Wang Xiangchi.

Wang Xiangchi looked at the place where Xu Fan had disappeared, pondering whether he was the least talented person among his master’s disciples.

In the traveling palace, Wang Xiangchi curiously asked Sword Wuji, who had just emerged from the illusion: “What magical power did your Master Ancestor pass on to you?”

“It’s a magical power called ‘Three Kowtows’, not a sword dao magical power, but very simple. I’ve already learned it now,” Sword Wuji said.

“Three Kowtows? I wonder how powerful it is.”

“Wuji, why don’t you try using this magical power on me so I can gauge its strength—it might be hard to control later on,” Wang Xiangchi said.

“That’s a good idea; I also want to try out the power of this magical power,” Sword Wuji laughed.

At this moment, Sword Wuji came up to Wang Xiangchi with his hands clasped together, looking devout and saintly while chanting: “I bow to the heavens.’

In an instant, both Sword Wuji and Wang Xiangchi felt an indescribable and inexplicable sensation in their hearts.

Especially Wang Xiangchi, who experienced a tingling sensation on his scalp and felt like he was facing a vicious Mahayana demonic beast.

“First bow.”

Sword Wuji slowly knelt down, using the magical power on Wang Xiangchi. He didn’t find it an obstacle to bow to his master—it was only natural.

Just as Sword Wuji’s knees were about to touch the ground, Wang Xiangchi was already sweating profusely, frightened by a strange pressure.

“Stop! ” Wang Xiangchi shouted.

Sword Wuji immediately stood up and looked at the sweaty Wang Xiangchi with concern, asking: “What’s wrong, Master?”

“This magical power brings great fear—don’t use it unless it’s a critical moment,” Wang Xiangchi said, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. He felt as if he had narrowly survived a catastrophe, and his spirits were still somewhat unsettled.

“I understand.” Sword Wuji felt a bit confused. He had the feeling that as long as he knelt, his master might explode on the spot.

At this moment, Xu Fan was walking through Wanyu Immortal City, heading toward a teleportation array.

Looking at the mortal cultivators passing by on the street, Xu Fan felt as if he was experiencing another world.

“It seems I need to get out more in the future, especially since I have an avatar—I don’t have to worry about danger,” Xu Fan said, watching the passers-by on the street.

Just as Xu Fan was leisurely strolling down the street, an ordinary-looking

Foundation Establishment Stage old man had already set his sights on him.

“This one’s got potential; I could probably make a profit with him,” the old man-like Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator thought.

At this moment, Xu Fan’s eyebrows furrowed, and a mysterious wave emanated from him.

An old man approached Xu Fan, and the two looked at each other, sharing a smile.

“A very polite junior, not bad. He should know about the dangers of the cultivation world sooner,” the old man thought.

A gust of wind blew by, and the two experienced a beautiful encounter.

On Hidden Spirit Island, in Xu Fan’s courtyard, Xu Fan looked at the Space Ring bag and clicked his tongue: “Of all the people you could’ve stolen from, you had to pick me.”

“Thanks for the blind box, old man,” Xu Fan laughed..