Ancient Strengthening Technique

AST 165 – Sovereign of the Skysword Sect, Gongsun Sanqian

A deep voice resounded and eight people progressively entered the room. There were both men and women in varying ages, but they all exuded strong auras of Xiantian and above.

The leader of the group was a tall, smart, and handsome middle-aged expert. He wore a faint smile and had an indescribable grace. Although his hair was grey, it only added to his manly charms and established an impression that he had been through many things. The one who had spoken out earlier was this imposing man.

There was only one lady amongst them and she stood out from the rest. Because of this, Qing Shui noticed her in a single glance. All her features exuded a graceful charm: a small face, well-embodied and enchanting figure, great chest, plump bosom, slender waist, a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes perked up, and even her reserved speech and manner.

She should be his 3rd Martial Aunt, Zhu Qing. However, she had taken such great care of herself that she looked like a young married lady in her 30s. She was not very tall and could even be considered dainty, but she had a perfectly proportioned figure that made her seem slender and delicate.

The rest of them were older male experts except that one of them looked like a youth, but was actually in his 40s. Other than Yiye Jiange, she was the youngest amongst them.

“You must be Qing Shui. This time around, we’ve all gathered primarily because you had healed our Eldest Martial Brother’s injuries. We are both curious and grateful for you. I’m the type of person who likes to speak his mind, so I hope you understand!” The leading white haired graceful man said in smiles.

“Qing Shui, this is your Second Martial Uncle Gongsun Sanqian who is also the Sovereign of the Skysword Sect.” Yiye Jiange smiled and introduced him to Qing Shui.

“I would like to pay my respects to the Sovereign. Indeed, I also like to hear straightforward words more so than hypocritical ones, even if they would put me down.” Qing Shui bowed and said.

“Haha, good. I like you. I’ve heard quite a lot about you from Eldest Martial Brother. If there are no strangers around, I would prefer if you would address me as Martial Uncle.” The graceful man smiled and said heartily.

“This is your 3rd Martial Aunt Zhu Qing…”

“This is your 4th Martial Uncle…”

…

When Zhu Qing was introduced, Qing Shui heard a beautiful laughter directed towards him from this beautiful young lady. Her voice was melodious and even a bit sensual. He still felt that her smile was very beautiful. In addition to her bright eyes and white teeth, she appeared to be very charming.

“Zhu Qing, we’ll let Wu-Shuang learn under you. It’s good news that now you have one more disciple who has the title of Protector.” Baili Jingwei laughed.

“Wu-Shuang is also such a great beauty. I, Zhu Qing, have gained a marvelous pupil.” Zhu Qing warmly held onto Wenren Wu-Shuang’s hand and said.

“Disciple pays my respects to you, Master.” Wu-Shuang bowed to Zhu Qing.

“Haha, forget about those common etiquettes. Moreover, you joined us after attaining Xiantian. As your master, I will give you a big gift to make it up to you.” Zhu Qing smiled and said.

“Jiange, the late young disciple you have taken in is really intriguing. After two more years, even 2nd Martial Uncle probably would not be as manly as him.” Zhu Qing looked at Yiye Jiange cunningly and said.

“Ahem, Zhu Qing. What are you talking about?” The graceful man said awkwardly. It was rumored that many ladies from Zhu Qing Peak had a secret crush on this strong and manly Sovereign.

Zhu Qing had often teased him with this.

When evening came, everyone finally split into their own sects. Each of them returned to their peaks!

“Wu-Shuang, train well, and don’t be hooked by others. If not, I’ll still have to snatch you back.” Qing Shui said as he left reluctantly.

“What are you talking about? Alright, you too.” Wenren Wu-Shuang said coquettishly. It wasn’t clear if Qing Shui meant to train hard or not to fall for other people.

“Qing Shui, let’s go. Master will bring you back to Cloud Mist Peak.” Yiye Jiange said to Qing Shui and headed out of the hall.

“Qing Shui, come up.”

Doubtful, Qing Shui glanced at the Snow White Crane that Yiye Jiange told him to get on.