Chapter 1361: Disciples

u Xiaoteng would be an absolute nightmare for a Qi-building cultivator. Even though he had once been pursued by hundreds of warriors and spirit beasts from the Flying Cavalry Tribe to the brink of col...Lu Xia Tian thought to himself that his master wasn't very competent. This time, he had some free time, so he didn't hesitate and took out a Golden Core level puppet and a Foundation Establishment level puppet to fight the two of them.

Even as a puppet, under Lu Xia Tian's control, his moves were like divine assistance, easily dealing with Yu Xiao Qiao and Xiang Hua.

"You've made good progress, your killing intent has intensified. From now on, you will spar with the puppets I control daily." After giving them both a thorough beating, Lu Xia Tian said.

Xiang Hua rubbed his slightly sore cheeks. He had just been slapped in the face by the tiger-shaped puppet, and it hurt quite a bit. Fortunately, the person controlling the puppet was his master, otherwise, this guy could have smashed his head to pieces. Hearing Lu Xiaoxian say this, Xiang Hua smiled wryly while also having a little anticipation. Although he had been beaten up pretty badly, in the past, he thought his cultivation techniques and combat skills were pretty good. Now, when facing his master's puppet, he realized almost every move was full of loopholes. This kind of sparring brought him quite a lot of gains.

Yu Xiaoqiao didn't cry as much as last time, but she was still in pain, gritting her teeth and looking at Lu Xiaodao with resentment. "Uncle Huzi, you're bullying people! Even though the puppets aren't as strong as me and Senior Brother Hua, with your powerful primordial spirit, you could easily see through our flaws and defeat us both effortlessly."

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"Well, what do you think" Lu Xiaoteng glanced at Yu Xiaoqiao and said.

“Uncle Hu has three great martial arts techniques. One is the Buddhist and Taoist supernatural powers for subduing ghosts and demons, one is the elegant and nimble swordsmanship, and one is the body refinement technique. I’m not greedy, I just want Uncle Hu to pass on his swordsmanship to me.” Yu Xiaoqiao said earnestly, “I've been studying swordsmanship for so long, it's all for Uncle Hu's sword techniques.”

"What about you Do you have any thoughts too" Lu Xia Tian didn't directly answer Yu Xiao Qiao, but turned to Xiang Hua instead.

"Brother, Master..." Xiang Hua murmured, not daring to speak too loudly.

“Hua shidi, there's nothing you can't say. At most, Master just won't agree, and he won't blame you,” Yu Xiaqiao urged.

“If I could, I would like to learn Master’s Buddhist magic powers.” Xiang Hua gathered his courage and said. Although they were master and disciple, it was common for them to practice different techniques. Conversely, it was rare for a master and disciple to truly cultivate the same technique. After all, every technique had more or less flaws. Unless it was a disciple who had been brought up since childhood, they could receive the most core secret art. In Xiang Hua’s heart, Lu Xiaottian accepting him as a disciple and giving him guidance, and even passing on a set of body refinement techniques to him, was already invaluable. At least compared to those outside masters and disciples, it was much better. Xiang Hua didn't dare to be too demanding. Of course, his master’s cultivation was only in the middle stage of Yuanying, but his combat power had already ranked among the great cultivators. This kind of extraordinary supernatural power, if circumstances permitted, Xiang Hua naturally also wanted to learn it.

"Greed makes one insatiable, do you know what allows me to cultivate multiple techniques simultaneously" Lu Xia Tian didn't say he agreed, nor did he directly refuse, but instead posed a question to the two.

"Of course, Master is naturally gifted and understands things much faster than ordinary people!" Yu Xia Qiao said matter-of-factly. In her eyes, her Uncle Hu was almost omnipotent.

"Could it be, Master, that you can use multiple divine souls simultaneously" Xiang Hua pondered for a while before looking at Lu Xiaodao with disbelief. "Master, do you possess different divine souls"

"If you could be as calm and rational as your senior brother, I would have a lot less to worry about."

Lu Xiaoteng glared at Yu Xiaoqiao, then continued, "That's right, I can cultivate several different techniques simultaneously because besides my main Yuanshen, I also have a deputy Yuanshen. This deputy Yuanshen was cultivated through techniques, not by consuming mystical substances like the Xuanmu Shenyuan Liquid that can give birth to a second Yuanshen. Of course, without relying on these mystical substances, there is a corresponding price to pay. This deputy Yuanshen was split off from my main Yuanshen. Success means life, failure means death. Greed leads to ruin. Both of you have already cultivated your own techniques. The swordsmanship and Buddhist divine abilities I cultivate may not be very demanding on your inherent spiritual roots, but they will also increase the burden considerably. If you don't have the courage to cultivate the art of dividing consciousness, it's best to abandon this idea early. Think carefully about it, and come back to me when you've made up your mind."

Leaving the two dumbfounded, Lu Xia Tian moved and drifted into his cave.

Yu Xiaoqiao and Xiang Hua stood there for a while before coming to their senses. They looked at each other, both able to see the shock and awe in each other's eyes. Although Lu Xiaottian only mentioned it briefly, they could still imagine the pain of cultivating that technique, splitting one's soul. Dividing out a few strands of divine consciousness, they could do that, but dividing a few strands on a daily basis was fundamentally different from severing one's soul.

"By the way, Master is also a master alchemist," Xiang Hua said in a dry voice. Only after spending a long time with his master did he realize that this seemingly thin man, those eternally calm eyes, were like a vast and profound ocean.

“Of course, it doesn’t matter who the old master is. I’ve decided, I want to cultivate the old master’s techniques!” A newfound determination appeared on Yu Xia Qiao’s face, which was still somewhat youthful.

“Since you’ve decided to give it a try, I guess I have no other choice.” Xiang Hua let out a wry smile. He had experienced the pain of his divine consciousness being wounded before, but ever since he became Lu Xia Tian’s disciple, he had never been short of this kind of elixir. As long as he got through the tribulation of splitting his soul, Xiang Hua believed that with his master’s abilities, it wouldn't be difficult for him to recover. As a cultivator, he naturally aspired to be fearless like his master, and all of this depended on his strength being strong enough.”

The two quickly made their decision. Lu Xia Tian heard their reply, and a strange smile flashed across his face. "The path you choose is your own, don't blame me later if I get tough."

“To cultivate the techniques of a master, one must possess extraordinary willpower. If you cannot even endure this pain, it is best to give up early. Focus on cultivating your original techniques diligently.”

Lu Xiaotian controlled two puppets of different levels simultaneously, fighting against Yu Xia Qiao and Xiang Hua. To say they were "fighting" is not quite accurate; it's more like Lu Xiaotian was mercilessly bullying the two.

Since the two decided to cultivate Lu Xia Tian's techniques, Lu Xia Tian's puppets have become much more powerful. Every time, they almost dislocate both of their bones. It's already a blessing that they only receive minor injuries; serious injuries are commonplace. Besides their bodies, even their spiritual souls can be injured by Xiao Tian's attacks.

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However, with Lu Xiaotian's accomplishments in alchemy, restoring the two people's injuries would naturally not be a difficult task. With his cultivation level, he could completely control to what extent he wanted to injure them.

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