“Xiaoyu!”
Madam Liu rushed over and lifted Liu Shiyu, her face filled with grief and sorrow.
“Holy Maidens, please calm your anger!”
Liu Tianxiang fell to his knees with a heavy thud and kept begging for mercy.
“Get lost!”
The Heavenly Sword Holy Maiden snorted coldly.
“Yes, yes, we’ll leave right away!”
Liu Tianxiang breathed a huge sigh of relief. Luckily, he had covered his daughter’s mouth in time before she could say those words. Otherwise, things today might not have ended peacefully.
He quickly stepped forward, picked up the unconscious Liu Shiyu, and left swiftly with Madam Liu.
The five top-tier Holy Maidens glanced at each other and fell into brief silence.
The atmosphere at the scene grew heavy once again.
No one dared to speak. No one even dared to breathe loudly, afraid they’d accidentally become a target of the Holy Maidens’ anger.
Everyone knew what Liu Shiyu had tried to say, and they could tell that the Holy Maidens were truly angry. At a moment like this, even the smallest wrong move could make someone the outlet for their fury.
Father Xia glared angrily at Mother Xia, blaming her for speaking recklessly and creating such an awkward situation.
Mother Xia also deeply regretted it. She didn’t even know what possessed her to make such a foolish suggestion.
But… the five Holy Maidens hadn’t rejected the idea either.
It was that Liu Shiyu’s fault—if not for her, the five Holy Maidens wouldn’t have gotten angry.
Xia Feng glanced at the five Holy Maidens, unsure how to speak.
To the people present, the silence of the Holy Maidens meant they were furious.
But in reality, the five were communicating with each other using sound transmission.
Yu Siya transmitted, “I think right now, we shouldn’t be fighting over who marries Husband or who gets to be the official wife. What we should do is find a suitable martial art for him.”
“That’s right,” Lin Wanqing replied. “We left our holy lands without permission to come to Xingyu City. Once the Holy Masters find out, they’ll definitely summon us back, maybe even punish us. Before we leave, we must leave Husband a top-grade technique.”
“We definitely can’t teach him martial arts from our holy lands,” Zhao Lingxuan added with a frown. “That would only bring him trouble.”
That was why none of their dowries had included martial arts from their holy lands.
What they’d said earlier about giving their holy techniques as dowries was merely said in the heat of their argument.
“In the dream, Husband obtained the Supreme Technique in the eastern region of the Northern Territory, inside the Heavenly Dragon Mountain Range. Why don’t we go search for it? Whoever finds it first gets to marry Husband. How about it?” Wang Yuwei suggested.
“Who cares about them?” Yu Siya replied with a chuckle. “They’re so far away. By the time they arrive, we’ll have already found the Supreme Technique, given it to Husband, and married him.”
“Alright, it’s settled then,” Lin Wanqing agreed.
“But before that,” Zhao Lingxuan added, “we should give him a martial art he can start cultivating right away.”
“Let’s use the martial art from the Iron Horn Sect. Their sect master is here, and in the dream, Husband began his rise only after joining the Iron Horn Sect,” Wang Yuwei said.
“Agreed.”
All five nodded.
They all turned to look at the sect master of the Iron Horn Sect in the crowd.
Niu Zhan was startled, and he swallowed hard. “Uh… Holy Maidens, I… I didn’t say anything.”
Wang Yuwei said calmly, “Iron Horn, right?”
Iron Horn?
Niu Zhan’s mouth twitched. “Holy Maiden, I am Niu Zhan.”
“Come here,” Wang Yuwei ordered.
Niu Zhan didn’t dare delay and hurried over. “May I ask what instructions you have for me, Holy Maiden?”
Wang Yuwei turned to glance at Xia Feng, flashed a sweet smile, then looked back at Niu Zhan. “This is my Husband. Give him your Iron Horn Sect’s core martial art. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Huh?”
Niu Zhan froze and looked at Xia Feng, hesitating. “Holy Maiden, your Husband is sixteen and still in the Martial Disciple Realm. I don’t think our sect’s core martial art is suitable for him…”
“Hmm?”
Wang Yuwei’s eyebrows arched sharply.
The other four Holy Maidens also shot fierce glares at him.
“Ah! It’s suitable! Extremely suitable! I’ll give it to your Husband right now!”
Niu Zhan immediately changed his expression. With a flip of his hand, an ancient manual appeared, and he respectfully offered it to Xia Feng. “Young Master Xia, this is the Iron Horn Sect’s core technique, a peerless-grade lower-tier martial art—Bull Subduing Technique. As long as your talent is sufficient, you can cultivate it all the way to 9th stage Martial Venerable Realm of the Yellow Tier. Please accept it.”
“This… doesn’t seem appropriate,”
On the Primordial Heaven Continent, martial arts and techniques were divided into Low, Mid, High, Peak, Peerless, Royal, Saint, Imperial, and Divine grades. Each grade was split into Lower, Middle, Upper, and Top Tiers.
He knew his own aptitude too well. Even training with a low-grade lower-tier martial art was tough for him—let alone a peerless one.
This definitely didn’t feel right.
Niu Zhan cursed inwardly, but after glancing at the intimidating gazes of the five Holy Maidens, he quickly said, “No, no—it’s very suitable! Please, Young Master Xia, you must accept it!”
As he spoke, his heart bled.
This was the Iron Horn Sect’s core technique. Even within the sect, disciples had to go through strict evaluations to qualify for it.
And now, for the first time ever, he was personally handing it over and begging someone else to practice it.
Everyone at the scene was stunned.
A Martial Venerable, the sect master of a mid-grade sect, was humbling himself and pleading for a teenager with mediocre talent to practice his sect’s core martial art.
It was madness.
Wang Yuwei smiled. “Husband, since the Iron Horn Sect Master is so gracious, just accept it.”
Gracious?
If it weren’t for your pressure, who would willingly give away their core martial art to someone with such poor aptitude?
Niu Zhan complained silently, but dared not show any dissatisfaction. He nodded repeatedly with a forced smile. “Yes, yes—please accept it, Young Master Xia.”
“Alright then…”
Xia Feng finally accepted it, thinking to himself that once the five Holy Maidens left, he would quietly return the manual to the Iron Horn Sect.
“Thank you, Young Master.”
Niu Zhan handed over the Bull Subduing Technique and thanked him repeatedly.
Begging someone to learn his own sect’s core martial art and even having to thank them for it—Niu Zhan felt like he was losing his mind.
Li Qingxue said, “We’ll be away for a few days. During that time, stay at the Xia family residence. Guard their safety and guide my Husband in his cultivation.”
“Yes, Heavenly Sword Holy Maiden.”
Although Niu Zhan was reluctant, he didn’t dare refuse.
If it were just one top-tier Holy Maiden, maybe he could decline.
But five? He didn’t even have the courage to say no.
Forget the five holy lands backing them. Just these five Holy Maidens alone were enough to wipe out the Iron Horn Sect.