The Starfall Battle God Technique, an Ancient Body Technique, is inherently complex. Originating from Li Qingyun, she is even more extraordinary. Lin Tian felt quite helpless, thinking why every woman he knows is more impressive than the last.

It seemed as though Ning Luoxi waited for Lin Tian to digest this news before pausing for a moment and continuing, "I met Li Qingyun when I was in my teens, and back then, Li Yue was still young. However, Li Qingyun’s appearance hasn’t changed much."

"She said I was the destined person, most suited to cultivate the Starfall Battle God Technique. Of course, I didn’t believe in destiny at the time. I didn’t know why I was chosen, but now thinking about it, there must be some kind of cause and effect in it, but Li Qingyun never told me," Ning Luoxi slightly raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit puzzled herself.

Lin Tian raised his sword-like eyebrows, displeased, "At that time, you were still a minor, and Li Qingyun tricked you into cultivating the Starfall Battle God Technique like this? How cruel of her?"

Suddenly, he had a worsening impression of Li Qingyun. They had fought side by side a few times, and Lin Tian initially had a pretty good impression of Li Qingyun and her granddaughter. But for Li Qingyun to let a young Ning Luoxi cultivate an incomplete cultivation technique, wasn’t that sending Ning Luoxi to her death?

Ning Luoxi smiled and shook her head, showing no intention of blame, "Li Qingyun didn’t know the results back then, and she neither forced nor tricked me; it was all voluntary. Since learning that cultivating the technique could go out of control, she was also very remorseful and had once pleaded with me to give up cultivation."

"Of course, I didn’t give up. She kept helping me search for the next part of the technique, but unfortunately, it has never been found. She thinks maybe the opportunity hasn’t arrived."

"Li Qingyun is a Gu Cultivator from the Miao Border, and since Miao Border is the descendant of Jiuli, Xiuluo’s assertion was very correct, though I don’t know how she figured it out?" Ning Luoxi confirmed Wu Xiuluo’s analysis, but Wu Xiuluo had no intention of answering the question.

Lin Tian knew she didn’t want to say, so he asked, "What do you want to tell Ning Luoxi, beyond just pointing out the origin of her cultivation technique?"

"Of course, it’s more than that." Wu Xiuluo immediately denied, then said, "Ancient Jiuli had nine tribes, each tribe had nine clans, and every clan member revered ’Wu.’

"Wu? Wizard? Witchcraft?" Lin Tian was very curious; even though he had read many ancient books, he still knew very little about ancient times, as there was sparse documentation about that period in ancient texts.

"No." Wu Xiuluo denied again, without letting Lin Tian continue to guess, she proceeded, "Wu is not understood in the way of witchcraft or wizard in later generations. In the Jiuli tribes, Wu was divided into two types, one cultural and one martial. Those who mastered culture were called Wu, responsible for rituals, spreading knowledge, and being highly respected."

"In modern times, eating, dressing, living, and traveling are very simple things that everyone can do. But how to cook food, use fire, make vehicles, weave, and build is not something everyone could do, especially in that era. Besides conducting rituals, these Wu were responsible for spreading various knowledge. You could say they were the earliest mentors, messengers."

"Another type of Wu mastered ancient body techniques and had cultivated successfully. They were also called Wu, known for their formidable martial prowess, handling martial affairs, including training tribesmen, defending, and engaging in foreign wars."

"The one cultural and one martial were the pillars of Jiuli, so Wu were revered, even worshipped by the tribesmen. Of course, the body technique each Wu practiced varied, and some even affected people’s minds, intensifying the will to destroy."

"These body technique cultivation methods are usually very powerful. When cultivated to profound levels, they are akin to a Demon God descending, wreaking havoc on the battlefield, causing widespread bloodshed. So, if it were me, I’d rather give up cultivation." Wu Xiuluo glanced at Ning Luoxi, seemingly implying something.

Lin Tian furrowed his brows, finally understanding why Wu Xiuluo’s face changed drastically when she sensed Ning Luoxi’s internal energy, and even mentioned the word "demon." Could it be for this reason?

"Are you suggesting that if I persist in cultivating, even if I find the next part of the technique and successfully cultivate it, I still might fall into the Demon Path, harming living beings?" Ning Luoxi asked outright.

"There’s a possibility." Wu Xiuluo did not avoid the question and gave a straightforward answer.

"I trust my willpower and would not do such a thing. Even so, I would destroy myself before it happens," Ning Luoxi stated firmly, showing no sign of wavering.

The two women’s gazes met, neither backing down. Ning Luoxi, true to her character, was easier to understand, but even Wu Xiuluo had a rarely seen serious expression. The atmosphere was somewhat tense, even Lin Tian, an outsider, felt it.

"Ahem..." Lin Tian deliberately coughed twice, breaking the awkward and somber atmosphere: "Senior Sister Xiuluo, do you have more to say?"

"I’ve already mentioned the origin of the ancient body technique. If Luoxi insists on finding the next part of the technique, I suggest you try searching in the Miao Border region; maybe there will be gains." Wu Xiuluo suggested again.

It’s commendable; even though Wu Xiuluo thought Ning Luoxi might cultivate into a "Demon God," she kept her promise by sharing what she had to say.

This state of mind, completely unaffected by emotions, Lin Tian admitted, he couldn’t do it as perfectly. This first school beauty’s identity is truly mysterious.

Ning Luoxi also showed a look of admiration, surprised, "Li Qingyun has traveled all over the Southern Border and hasn’t found the next part of the technique." Implied, it would be futile for me as an outsider to go.

Wu Xiuluo remained unfazed, simply said, "She is herself, and you are yourself. Your opportunity cannot be found by others, no matter how they search. If you go look, you might find it effortlessly."

Ning Luoxi nodded and said, "No matter what, thank you." She neither said she’d look nor said she wouldn’t.

"I’ve said all I need to say. Let’s leave it at that and not let the other two wait too long." Wu Xiuluo’s final sentence ended this somewhat extraordinary conversation.

Lin Tian had nothing else to say. Although there were many questions still, the time wasn’t right, and he couldn’t make Wu Xiuluo speak. The four left the rooftop, and silence returned to it. A black bird from a distant old tree flapped away.

The black bird flew over half the campus and landed on the balcony of a teacher’s dormitory. On the balcony stood three people: a young man in white clothes, exuding a vintage and elegant temperament; a middle-aged man with a gloomy look in his eyes; and another person wearing a mask, face unseen.

"Master, the black bird reports that Wu Xiuluo met with Lin Tian and Ning Luoxi, oh, and that girl from the Xiao Family." The middle-aged man was Yasuo. He reported the situation respectfully, but when speaking of the Xiao Family girl at the end, his eyes showed a hint of fear, a shadow left by Xiao Manxuan.

A single palm strike, terrifying beyond measure.