After resting for a while, the two maids whispered respectfully outside the door, "Young master, the master requests your presence."
"You two come in."
The two women opened the door and walked in, their faces flushed crimson!
They don't know how to cultivate, and after being tortured by Meng Fan, the fact that they can still stand is already a great testament to their willpower!
What are your names?
“My name is Lian Yue, and this is my younger sister, Lian Xing.”
Meng Fan noticed that the two had somewhat similar features, and even though they were only wearing loose blue robes, they couldn't hide their curvaceous figures!
"Are you two sisters?"
"Yes, young master. We lost our parents in the war when we were ten years old. Our master took pity on us and bought us. He also buried our parents. For the past ten years or so, we have been doing what we can for the Zhao family."
Sisters? Nice! Double the happiness! From now on, Meng Fan feels a sense of belonging to this world!
"From now on, you will stay by my side. I will discuss this matter with Patriarch Zhao. My daily life will depend on you for the next few days! You have never practiced cultivation techniques before, so this should be suitable for you to cultivate. It must not be passed on to outsiders. You can practice first, and ask me if you don't understand anything."
Meng Fan opened his palm, and a thin book appeared in his hand. Then the book floated up from his hand and landed precisely on the table.
The two women were overjoyed. In this world, only truly wealthy women could cultivate martial arts because they had to start by tempering their bodies. Men could cultivate by honing their bodies, but women could only temper their bodies through foundation-building medicines.
Seeing the words "Xiao Wu Xiang Gong" written on the book on the table, they were overjoyed and wept with joy, even though they didn't know what was so special about this technique!
Seeing their tear-streaked faces, Meng Fan knew that it would be extremely difficult for people like them to change their fate.
If they hadn't met him, a man from the 21st century, their fate would have been to drift with the tide and be at the mercy of others!
Of course, Meng Fan also had his own reasons for giving them cultivation methods. After all, the Lesser Formless Skill is definitely on par with the Nine Yang Divine Skill. In this world, they can cultivate to the Grandmaster or even Great Grandmaster level. Only when their bodies are strong can they withstand the increasingly powerful Meng Fan!
No ordinary person can be among those who follow Meng Fan!
"Thank you so much, young master, for your kindness in saving us. We sisters will repay you with our lives, even if it means serving you with our lives!"
"Haha, no need. By the way, this technique has the effect of maintaining youth and preventing aging. You two should practice it diligently!"
Without waiting for the two women to express their gratitude further, he turned and left!
When Meng Fan arrived at the main hall, it was already packed with people. To the left of the central seat of honor was an old man, presumably Zhao Wuji, the pillar of the Zhao family!
Unfortunately, with Meng Fan's current insight, he could already see that the old man was already too deeply poisoned and was only being kept alive by a miraculous medicine to suppress the poison!
On the left side were Zhao Chuxiong, Zhao Chuxin, and Zhao Chuyun, with their wives sitting beside them and three generations of the Zhao family standing behind them—all of them close relatives!
The patriarch of the Zhao family valued family ties very much and usually had strict family discipline, so there were no scandals in the Zhao family such as the second uncle seizing power or the cousin bullying others.
On the right side of the guest seating area, there were only five people: two elderly men, one middle-aged man, and two young men. When they saw Meng Fan approaching from afar, they stood up almost simultaneously, clasped their hands in greeting, and bowed.
"We greet you, young master!"
Needless to say, the old man was Feng Qingyang and Cao Zhengchun, the middle-aged man was Lin Yuantu, and the two men in their thirties were Cao Shaoqin and Yu Huatian.
When they first arrived in this world, Meng Fan instilled various cultivation techniques in them. The system's power made them fearless, and they could cultivate various techniques at an astonishing speed without worrying about the risk of going into qi deviation!
Therefore, Cao Shaoqin, who has the lowest cultivation level, is already at the Acquired Realm. The Innate Realm, which is unattainable for others, is just a matter of meditating for a few days for them!
The old man on the esteemed seat saw Meng Fan and his eyes lit up. He cupped his hands to Meng Fan and said, "I am Zhao Wuji. My legs are weak. I hope you will forgive me, young master!"
"Grandpa, what are you saying? After today, Zhao Feng and I are fellow disciples. If you don't mind, you can call me Meng boy. How could I dare to complain?"
The old man had been poisoned by a strange poison for the past few days, but he still remembered to check on the person entrusted to him by the Zhao family. Moreover, Zhao Wuji had a very high reputation in Sunset City for more than ten years and had never been slandered. It can be seen that the old man was still worth saving!
The old man was overjoyed. He was not a man of many words, and besides, he could barely speak, let alone stand up!
"Please sit, young master. Today, I am fortunate to witness my grandson's entry into your esteemed sect!"
If it weren't for the fact that there were no idle people in the main hall, and that everyone present was a person with cultivation, they really wouldn't have been able to hear what the old man was saying.
Seeing that their old man was forcing himself to stay awake, as if he were having a final burst of energy before death, the Zhao family fell into a deep silence.
"I've heard that you're suffering from a strange poison, sir. I wonder what kind of poison it is? Could you please teach me?"
When Zhao Chuxiong saw Meng Fan ask about it, he was worried that the old man would speak again, and he also remembered Meng Fan's godlike methods in the silver vault, so he spoke first.
"Young master, my father is poisoned by the Five Fragrance Gu. This poison was created by the Five Poisons Sect in the Yun Sheng Dynasty. I don't know how it got into my Huo Feng Dynasty. This poison is colorless and odorless. It is commonly known as 'mortals die upon smelling its fragrance, and martial artists lose their souls.' This means that mortals will die upon smelling its aroma, and even martial artists who have been poisoned by it will not survive more than seven days!"
Zhao Wuji waved his hand, stopping Zhao Chuxiong from continuing: "Xiongda, please don't say any more. Today is a joyous occasion, don't spoil young friend Meng's mood!"
Big Bear? Meng Fan couldn't help but chuckle, then realizing the occasion was a bit inappropriate, he immediately said, "Grandpa is right, today is a joyous day, but it's double happiness!"
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