Xiao Wangyu struck while the iron was hot and discussed the Dao with Xu Xiaotian in private.

"It's simple. Don't refute what a fool says. Just agree with everything he says."

Xu Xiaotian spoke.

Hearing this, Tai Hengzi, who was eavesdropping on their conversation intentionally or unintentionally, couldn't help but speak up:

"Elder Xu, this is wrong. I think there are many aspects of trouble in life, not just the troubles of mediocre people. What you said is too one-sided."

Xu Xiaotian smiled: "Yes, yes, you are right."

Tai Hengzi: “???”

Seeing this, Xiao Wangyu suddenly realized.

He will remember Xu Xiaotian's words and deeds.

As the two chatted, Xiao Wangyu suddenly became a little curious. Is it possible that someone as proficient in the way of cultivation as Xu Xiaotian has a different temperament from others?

Is there also a risk of going astray?

So he asked, "Elder Xu, forgive me for being so presumptuous, but if I gave you 100 million high-grade spirit stones and asked you to stab your best friend in the leg, what would you do?"

Xu Xiaotian thought without hesitation:

"Whoever gives me 100 million high-quality spirit stones will be my best friend."

Xiao Wangyu: “???”

This answer was something he had never expected.

But... it makes sense! Xiao Wangyu thought about it and asked again: "What if I let you stab your friend's leg with a sword first, and then give you 100 million high-grade spirit stones?"

Xu Xiaotian asked back: "Can he be a troublemaker? I'm afraid he will break up with me."

Xiao Wangyu: “???????”

Xiao Wangyu was shocked by his remarks.

I originally wanted to see whether a giant of thought like Xu Xiaotian would also have the mentality of being obsessed.

Who knew this guy might be possessed, but actually a demon...

"Elder Xu, are you kidding me?"

Xiao Wangyu wrinkled his old face and laughed dryly.

"Weren't you the one who joked first?"

Xu Xiaotian asked back.

Giving 100 million high-grade spirit stones? That doesn't exist.

Xiao Wangyu: "..."

The two of them continued to talk. After Xiao Wangyu learned from Xu Xiaotian's teachings, he couldn't help but admire him sincerely: "Elder Xu is truly a god. His words have opened my eyes."

"It's just that..." Xiao Wangyu changed the subject, "For people like me who practice Taoism, character is important, but hard work is also indispensable. Some of Elder Xu's arguments are unique and refreshing to me, but forgive me for being blunt, these words may not be grounded enough."

Xu Xiaotian: "Yes, yes, you are right."

Xiao Wangyu: “???”

Everyone has his or her own strengths.

Some people are capable of low status and also of authority.

Some people can live in poverty or in wealth.

Some people can handle silence and also handle fame.

What Xiao Wangyu is best at is dealing with awkward situations.

After all, this is a ruthless person who can be a guest at Mancha until sunset.

At the time, he just laughed and praised Xu Xiaotian for his humor, and then he pretended that this incident had never happened and continued to brag:

"But I never expected that Elder Xu, you actually have such accomplishments. You have been hiding your incompetence too much in the past."

“I have only recently come across this.”

Xu Xiaotian didn't lie. He really only got it in the past two years.

"As expected of me, you are the descendant of the legendary elder Tianxuan. You have inherited the true teachings of Senior Brother Qinggen..."

Xiao Wangyu sighed.

After a pause, he asked thoughtfully:

"However, I am really surprised that Elder Xu would stand up for the honor and tradition of our sect today. Although I am not talented, I still have some insight into people. In my humble opinion, Elder Xu is not a person who is flamboyant..."

Xu Xiaotian felt that what he said made sense: "Who is Zhang Yang?"

Xiao Wangyu: “???”

Xu Xiaotian didn't say much to him.

But there is indeed a reason why he, who has always believed in stealing the show, suddenly became so high-profile at the conference.

And it’s a very important reason…

Through the mantra of the previous word, he accidentally saw a glimpse of the future.

The former mantra is a rather mysterious secret method, which is said to be able to foresee the future when mastered.

But along the way, due to his limited cultivation, Xu Xiaotian could only look back on the past most of the time.

It was only until I reached this level of cultivation that I was finally able to deduce a complete part of the future.

Who would have thought that predicting the future could actually harm one's destiny?

Xu Xiaotian had only deduced it once in the past, and then he found a crack on his horoscope.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an almost irreversible injury.

Although the consequences of the injury were unclear, it must be more serious than he imagined.

One or two cracks on the horoscope are nothing, but if one recklessly deduces the secrets of fate, once the horoscope is on the verge of breaking, his luck will surely be exhausted.

So ever since he discovered his injury, he never used the previous mantra again.

And just a while ago, when he was taking a nap in the sun, he accidentally entered a mysterious precognitive dream state.

He knew that it was a sequelae of practicing the mantra of the previous word, which made him unconsciously predict the future...

And in that predictive dream, what he saw was exactly what he cared about most.

Not the sister who rides the wind and waves.

He is not a brother who overcomes all difficulties.

But the younger brother of purple luck! In the prophetic dream, there was a strange boy with purple luck on his head, escorted by a group of guards in brocade clothes, who came to Tianxuan.

The elders from various peaks almost came to blows in order to win him as their disciple.

Precognitive dreams are very short and end before you see the final outcome.

It is unknown which elder finally took this strange young man in.

"No matter what, this kid will definitely be in my pocket..."

Xu Xiaotian made up his mind at that time that he must take this son of luck to Zizhi Peak and not allow anyone to get involved.

Therefore, a few days ago, Xu Xiaotian was thinking about how to easily overcome all objections and take the strange boy under his name.

The result was this discussion.

The Taoism conference was a godsend for him, like a pillow being delivered to him when he was sleepy.

Once I become famous, I will ask this strange boy to be my disciple. I think no one will object.

…

Early morning half a month later.

Xu Xiaotian's eyes with curved eyelashes suddenly opened, he sat up from the recliner, and a hint of joy flashed in his starry eyes.

“Here it comes!”

The prophetic dream really came true. At this moment on Feixian Peak, the elders of the eight peaks were gathered together to welcome the enchanting young man who was surrounded by stars.

The boy was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with long dark purple hair, skin as pale as snow, three-dimensional facial features as if carved by a knife, and a pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes with blood-red pupils, which highlighted his weirdness.

There was a flash of light in Xu Xiaotian's pupils as he checked the character's fortune. Sure enough, he saw a ball of brilliant purple light floating above the young man's head.

"Sima Tianyin, greetings to all the elders!"

As soon as he arrived at the hall, the strange young man bowed politely and confessed.

"Your Highness, please stand up."

Tai Hengzi, who had taken on the final say in the absence of the sect leader, stepped forward with his eight-foot-long steps and swayed his short and fat body to help up the bent and weird young man.

"Your Highness?"

When Xu Xiaotian heard the name and looked at the solemn reactions of the elders, he knew that this child had an extraordinary origin.