Disciples Help Me Become Immortal

Chapter 22: God Blesses Our Xianjiang Sect

"How did you manage to do it?"

After a long time, Xuan Yuanhong took a deep breath and asked Zhong Qing.

"It's mainly because my disciple is talented and hardworking," Zhong Qing said with a smile.

"Talented and hardworking my foot..." Xuan Yuanhong almost blurted out a curse again. How could someone reach the Chenxuan Realm in just a couple of months from scratch?

As for being talented and hardworking, that was even more nonsense.

Hadn't they seen the results of the talent assessment?

But Zhong Qing obviously didn't want to say more, and he didn't inquire further.

However, this trip to the Mufu Peak today made him feel uneasy for a long time.

It once again refreshed his judgment of Zhong Qing.

And it added a bit of mystery to Zhong Qing in his heart.

"Master, why don't you stay for a meal?" Zhong Qing invited.

"No need, no need," Xuan Yuanhong stood up to leave, rejecting firmly.

Staying here for another minute would only intensify the feeling of living his whole life as a dog.

Xuan Yuanhong turned into a stream of light and left Mufu Peak.

After returning to the main peak of Xianjiang, he once again summoned the peak masters and elders of the sect.

Everyone took their seats.

"Master, did you give the King-grade techniques to Zhong Qing?" the Elder asked first.

Following his question, everyone's gaze turned to Xuan Yuanhong.

"I didn't," Xuan Yuanhong said.

"You didn't?" Everyone looked at each other in surprise and couldn't help but ask, "Could something unexpected have happened?"

The tension was evident in everyone's expressions. They couldn't help but wonder if there was a problem with the talisman, causing the King-grade techniques to malfunction.

Just as everyone was getting nervous, Xuan Yuanhong suddenly smiled mysteriously and loudly announced, "You're all overthinking it. Let me announce that in the future, our Xianjiang Sect will definitely rise and reach the sacred land!"

With that, he directly took out eight King-grade techniques and shouted, "Not only did I not give him any techniques, that kid even gave me eight King-grade techniques!"

"What?!"

"Eight King-grade techniques?"

Everyone was in an uproar at his words.

With eyes red, they stood up one by one, looking at the eight King-grade techniques Xuan Yuanhong slapped on the table, almost rushing over to grab them.

"Master, is this true? You can't be fooling us," the Third Elder asked, trembling.

"Yes, Master, I'm getting old, I can't stand being scared," the Elder asked incoherently.

"Can't you trust me, your Master?"

Xuan Yuanhong waved his hand, pushing the eight techniques forward, saying, "You can check for yourselves."

At that moment, the peak masters and elders were like hungry wolves rushing toward the eight King-grade techniques.

"Let me see, let me see, let me see."

"Don't grab."

"I'm the Elder, let me see first."

Everyone scrambled to distinguish the true from the false.