Chapter 53: Flying Boat, Underworld (2/2)

“You finished reading it?” Ning Wuxie was stunned. “That thick book, you finished it?”

“Yes, I read it twice. During the second read, I found many places that were written incorrectly, so I didn’t want to read it again.”

Xuan’er stood up and looked at Ning Wuxie.

“Brother, you won’t say I’m lazy, right? Should I go read it a third time?”

Ning Wuxie appeared confused and took a moment to respond.

“No, no need.”

“Next time, brother will find you a better book.”

Ning Wuxie swallowed hard, looking at Xuan’er’s innocent and cute little face.

Was this the Divine Spiritual Body? Without a foundation from a previous life, the cultivation method was read twice in half a month, and errors were found?!

What kind of cultivation method could satisfy her?

“Forget it, tonight brother will teach you the most powerful cultivation technique.”

Ning Wuxie thought for a moment and decided to teach her the Unbounded Sun Technique.

Although it was somewhat difficult to grasp and even a bit dangerous, with his guidance and assistance, it should not be a big problem.

One could not waste such a remarkable talent in a young girl.

“Great!” Xuan’er happily jumped into Ning Wuxie’s arms, not knowing if it was because she could learn a high-grade cultivation technique or because she could play with Ning Wuxie.

This time, they took the flying boat back to Confucian Sect Gentleman Mountain, along with other Confucian Sect disciples, including Dong Fangbai and Yin Pingzhi.

At that moment, they were discussing something in the cabin of the flying boat, and Ning Wuxie found it inconvenient to listen.

Suddenly, a noisy sound came from the cabin entrance, followed by a sharp reprimand.

“Ning Wuxie!”

“What are you? How dare you be one of my Confucian Sect Twelve Young Talents?!”

Ning Wuxie turned his head and saw a tall, slender man with narrow eyes charging towards him aggressively.

He had a fierce expression, filled with disdain and anger, glaring down at Ning Wuxie!

Behind him, several Confucian Sect disciples followed, wearing similar expressions, surrounding Ning Wuxie.

Ning Wuxie remained unfazed and stepped forward, protecting Xuan’er behind him.

Over these humans, he saw Meng Cangran not far away, wearing an awkward expression, apparently unable to stop this.

“Where did you come from, wild cultivator? What right do you have to join my Confucian Sect, and how dare you claim to be one of the Twelve Young Talents?!”

“Just a little trick to deceive a little girl, what do you know about being a gentleman?!”

Yin Pingzhi charged forward, pointing at Ning Wuxie’s nose and cursing.

The other Confucian Sect disciples following him nodded in agreement, and Ning Wuxie seemed to have become the target of their scorn!

“Do you know how long I worked for this title of Twelve Young Talents? It was hard to get an elder to nominate me, and then you… cough, this is not the point!”

Yin Pingzhi quickly stopped himself, preventing his inner thoughts from spilling out.

“I advise you to give up. Otherwise, I, Yin Pingzhi, will not let you off easily!”

“Exactly, new wild cultivator, what qualifications do you have to compete with Senior Brother Yin?” other Confucian Sect disciples shouted, their gazes hostile and indifferent.

Facing the crowd’s attack, Ning Wuxie merely snorted coldly.

“I just joined Confucian Sect, and indeed do not understand the way of the gentleman, but I have heard of it.”

“I heard that a true gentleman does not take advantage of others’ misfortunes, does not bully the weak with numbers, and does not oppress the weak.”

“A true gentleman treats others with sincerity and warmth, harbors kindness, and does not maliciously speculate about others.”

“I believe that at least such a person can be considered a gentleman.”

Ning Wuxie’s tone was calm, as if he were not affected by the external situation at all.

Hearing this, the Confucian Sect disciples led by Yin Pingzhi were momentarily stunned, their expressions showing difficulty.

Ning Wuxie continued, “Only such a person can be one of the Twelve Young Talents, right?”

“Don’t you think so?”

His sharp gaze turned to Yin Pingzhi, who suddenly felt a prickling sensation on his back, as if being scrutinized by a powerful being.

Was this young man not young? How could he have such an imposing presence?!

“Right is right, but…”

He was about to argue but was ruthlessly interrupted by Ning Wuxie.

“Then it’s settled. That means you are not worthy of being one of the Twelve Young Talents. Get lost!”

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