Chapter 394: What Immortal Technique Is This?

"No reaction?"

Fu Zhi watched as Xu Xiaoshou's face twitched uncontrollably, leaving him speechless.

He was baffled.

Come on, give me some response!

That *Tianji Shu*—where on earth did it come from? Just sitting there with that forced smile and no words? Do you think I'm some immortal who can read minds?

"Under suspicion, passive value: 1."

"Under curse, passive value: 1."

Xu Xiaoshou quickly snapped back to his senses and swiftly pushed Fu Zhi's hand away.

"Keep your distance."

This serious statement perfectly captured Xu Xiaoshou's current feelings.

No matter how reluctant he was, he had to draw a clear line with this person.

Once they left the flower sea, would Fu Zhi trap him again?

That was utterly impossible!

If this guy showed up at the banquet later, the closer they seemed now, the more awkward it would get!

Fu Zhi had his enthusiasm rebuffed, but he felt no displeasure at all.

On the contrary, someone with such a strong personality and so sparing with words was surely an extraordinary figure.

Perhaps his own *Tianji Shu* could find a breakthrough through this person!

"Brother Xu, I won't say much else. Today, your ability to break this *Ling Zhen* must mean your mastery of *Tianji Shu* is exceptional."

"May I ask, who is your teacher?"

Fu Zhi got straight to the point.

"*Tianji Shu*?"

Xu Xiaoshou mulled over the term; it was the second time he'd heard it from this guy.

But...

What on earth was it?

*Tianji Shu*?

His own thing was called Textile *Shu*!

They were worlds apart!

Without asking further, Fu Zhi simply nodded.

"Yes, exactly *Tianji Shu*. You can't hide it from me, Brother Xu. Ordinary *Ling Zhen* methods wouldn't break my '*Tianji Zhen*'."

"Could it be that you're a student of that master?"

Xu Xiaoshou felt a headache coming on.

Hearing "Brother Xu" made his head hurt!

But Fu Zhi's words revealed a lot of information.

Could *Tianji Shu*, at the grandmaster level, handle such complex nested *Ling Zhen*?

Was this thing some kind of upgraded version of *Ling Zhen*?

And who was "that master"?

Xu Xiaoshou hated people who spoke in riddles. He asked directly: "Which master?"

Fu Zhi was stunned. "Isn't it?"

"How would I know if you don't say?"

Now Fu Zhi was the one baffled.

"The *Tianji Shu* on the continent comes from only one source. Besides Dao Qiong Cang, who else could it be?"

Xu Xiaoshou furrowed his brow: "Dao Qiong Cang?"

Who was that?

He vaguely felt it was familiar, as if someone had mentioned it before, but he couldn't recall.

Fu Zhi was taken aback again.

"It's the Dao Hall Master!"

"Kui Lei Han, Ba Zun An, the unfathomable Dao Qiong Cang."

"The sacred hall, the Dao Dianzhu!"

Only when he heard "Dao Dianzhu" did Xu Xiaoshou suddenly realize.

Fu Zhi was talking about the top figure on Sheng Shen Dalu, the current master of the Sheng Shen Hall, Dao Qiong Cang!

Was *Tianji Shu* connected to Dao Qiong Cang?

And was it the only one on the continent?

Xu Xiaoshou's mind was suddenly filled with confusion.

But seeing the doubt in Fu Zhi's eyes, he knew he was coming across as too ignorant!

There was no way around it!

Their perspectives and levels were completely out of sync. Xu Xiaoshou had only ever stayed in Tiansang County, so his thinking naturally couldn't keep up.

This kind of situation often happened in his conversations with Elder Sang.

After all, that old guy always liked to use the names of powerful figures to dampen his spirits.

Xu Xiaoshou was used to it.

He waved his hand, quickly masking his surprise, and casually withdrew it, as if recalling the name of some minor character lost in the depths of his memory.

"Oh, him."

"No, mine isn't *Tianji Shu*."

Fu Zhi felt utterly shocked.

Oh, him?

Such a casual tone—how much disdain did this guy have for Dao Qiong Cang?

Could it be that what he practiced wasn't *Tianji Shu*, but some fearsome lineage that could rival it?

Were they on equal footing, each looking down on the other?

Fu Zhi immediately became serious and said, "I must admit my knowledge is limited. May I ask, Brother Xu, what lineage do you practice?"

"Textile *Shu*."

Xu Xiaoshou answered without thinking. He didn't know *Tianji Shu* at all, but this person did, so pretending would only lead to disaster. Better to tell the truth.

Besides, this guy might not even recognize it.

As expected!

"Textile *Shu*..." Fu Zhi didn't immediately think of the mundane version.

Instead, his mind flashed back to the scene of Xu Xiaoshou commanding a thousand needles in a frenzy behind him, ravaging the flower sea like a war god.

"What kind of immortal technique is this?"

Xu Xiaoshou chuckled.

He reached out, pinching his fingers together in a heart shape, and produced a spiritual needle from each fingertip.

"What is this?" Xu Xiaoshou asked.

Fu Zhi stared at the spiritual needle, lost in thought.

Was this a manifestation of some great dao?

It didn't seem like it...

Or perhaps an essence of some realm?

No...

After rummaging through all the strange abilities in his memory, Fu Zhi suddenly realized that only one ordinary ability could explain it.

"This is..."

"A needle?"

Xu Xiaoshou glanced at him and nodded approvingly: "Correct, you have good insight."

Most people, even if they guessed it, wouldn't dare say it outright.

Fu Zhi: ???

"Under suspicion, passive value: 1."

Xu Xiaoshou said nothing. With a wave of his hand, his spiritual energy compressed into a thread.

As the needle moved, a fluttering spiritual thread appeared behind it.

"And what is this?" Xu Xiaoshou asked again.

A strange expression crossed Fu Zhi's face.

Even if he tried to link this to something grand, his reason and memory told him clearly: I can't.

"Thread?" he murmured, his voice uncertain.

Xu Xiaoshou smiled, lips pursed as he nodded: "Correct."

Fu Zhi: ...

He was speechless.

But recalling the image of Xu Xiaoshou floating in the void, controlling a thousand needles to shatter the flower sea, he felt excited again.

Could such a simple thing combine into some terrifying weapon?

He watched eagerly.

Xu Xiaoshou, feeling his gaze, began his demonstration.

His hands danced gracefully, and soon the spiritual needle threaded through the void, weaving a symphony of wind that was dazzling to behold.

Fu Zhi swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on Xu Xiaoshou's movements, desperate to grasp some mystery.

This was the legendary "Textile *Shu*" that could break his "*Tianji Zhen*"!

Perhaps this was his only chance in this life to get so close to it!

He had to seize it!

Xu Xiaoshou's hands flew about, his weaving motions completely casual and without pattern.

But after a glance at Fu Zhi beside him, he saw a familiar figure in the man's eyes.

This thirst for knowledge...

Is that you, Yun He?

Xu Xiaoshou sensed something was off; this guy seemed to have way too high expectations of him.

But his demonstration...

Fu Zhi's eyes grew wider and wider, while Xu Xiaoshou's gaze became more and more vacant. Finally, both reached a climactic halt in unison.