Zhu Zhuqing shook her head: "I want to learn it too, but Teacher won't teach it."
"I don't care, Teacher, you've already taught Zhuqing two demonic techniques, I want to learn one too. I want to learn that Azure Underworld Dao."
Ning Rongrong pulled Xin's wrist and whined.
To be honest, she had coveted this technique for a long time.
There was a stubborn glint in her eyes, one that rarely appeared unless she had already made up her mind. Unlike her usual playful persistence, this time her tone carried a deeper insistence—something closer to determination than mere curiosity.
Her fingers tightened slightly around Xin's sleeve, as if afraid he might slip away before giving her a clear answer.
Ye Lingling and Xiao Wu, these later disciples, didn't know about this cultivation method. Seeing their senior sister wanting to learn it so much, a hint of curiosity arose in their hearts, and they couldn't help but ask Zhu Zhuqing:
"Senior Sister Zhuqing, what kind of secret technique is the Azure Underworld Dao? Is it very powerful? This is the first time I've seen Senior Sister chase after Teacher to learn a cultivation method."
Their voices were soft but filled with genuine intrigue. From their perspective, Zhu Zhuqing had always been composed and reserved, someone who rarely displayed strong emotions. Yet now, she seemed almost flustered—an unusual sight that only made the mystery of the technique more enticing.
Zhu Zhuqing was a little embarrassed to answer, stammering:
"It's just… well, how should I put it, I'm not sure what this secret art is for, but if you want to learn it, it probably requires intimate teaching from Teacher. As for how exactly it's taught, I'm not sure."
As she spoke, her gaze subtly shifted away, a faint flush creeping onto her cheeks. Her usual calm demeanor faltered, replaced by an awkwardness that made her words sound even more ambiguous than intended.
"Intimate teaching?"
"How intimate?"
"I want to learn."
Curiosity also flickered in Xiao Wu and Ye Lingling's eyes.
The two exchanged glances, their imaginations clearly beginning to wander. The phrase "intimate teaching" lingered in the air, carrying an implication that neither fully understood but both found strangely intriguing.
Their innocent questions, however, only made the atmosphere more peculiar.
"Learn, learn, they want to learn everything."
"They haven't even fully mastered the Inch Punch and Indestructible Body they're currently learning."
On this side, Xin ended his demonstration, handed the mental and cultivation methods of the Celestial Demon Creation Grand Technique to Zhu Zhuqing, and disciplined them one by one.
His tone was calm, yet there was an unmistakable firmness beneath it. The overwhelming aura from earlier had already faded, but the authority he carried remained, pressing down on the group in a different way.
With a flick of his sleeve, the oppressive remnants of spiritual pressure dispersed completely, restoring the environment to its normal state. The sky brightened once more, and the suffocating tension that had gripped Slaughter City slowly lifted.
Still, the memory of that power lingered vividly in everyone's minds.
Zhu Zhuqing carefully received the technique, her expression turning serious again. She knew better than anyone that what she had just been given was invaluable—something that could change the course of her cultivation entirely.
Xin's gaze swept across the group, pausing briefly on each disciple.
The disciples' conduct would sooner or later be led astray by these two girls.
His eyes lingered on Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu for a moment longer, as if silently assessing them. There was no anger in his expression, but there was a clear warning—one that did not need to be spoken aloud.
Yet Ning Rongrong, as always, was not one to be easily intimidated.
"Mastery, mastery, is mastering secret arts that important? It's not as good as being mastered by Teacher."
Ning Rongrong looked at Teacher resentfully, pouting and muttering.
Her voice was low, almost like she was talking to herself, but loud enough for those nearby to hear. There was a playful defiance in her words, yet beneath that playfulness hid something more complicated—something she herself had yet to fully understand.
She turned her head slightly, avoiding Xin's gaze, her expression a mixture of dissatisfaction and quiet contemplation.
In fact, after the battle in the Hell Slaughter Arena, that life-and-death experience, she had been pondering a question for the past two days.
The memory of that brutal fight still lingered vividly in her mind—the clash of power, the razor-thin margin between survival and death, and the overwhelming realization of her own limitations.
For the first time, she had truly felt fear.
Not the fleeting kind, but the kind that settled deep within her heart.
Is becoming stronger, learning, truly the most important thing in her heart?
In life, is there anything more meaningful, more important than developing her family, revitalizing her Spirit, and becoming a peerless powerhouse?
These questions circled endlessly in her thoughts, refusing to fade.
She had always believed that strength was everything—that as long as she grew stronger, everything else would naturally fall into place. It was a belief shaped by her upbringing, her responsibilities, and the expectations placed upon her.
But now…
That certainty was beginning to waver.
As she stood there, surrounded by her companions and under Xin's watchful gaze, Ning Rongrong felt a quiet conflict stirring within her.
The path ahead no longer seemed as straightforward as it once had.
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