Fifty-nine portions of soul power swept through Xu Qing, causing 59 dharma apertures to erupt with power to suppress the power. Because there was so much, it would take time to fully assimilate. Therefore, Xu Qing dropped into a cross-legged position and began working.0

Meanwhile, Master Seventh glanced around and puckered his lips.0

“I can’t believe it was shrimps like this that came. How boring.” He flicked his sleeve, causing what appeared to be an ordinary dharmaskiff to appear. In shape and size, it looked very similar to Xu Qing’s, except it was slightly more dilapidated. That said, it had very strong godliness flowing through it.0

Ding Xue lay on the deck of the dharmaskiff. Obviously, Master Seventh took her away before Xu Qing started fighting with the old man. Having just regained consciousness, she sat up with a dazed look on her face. Then she noticed Master Seventh down below, and her jaw nearly dropped.0

“Uncle?” Then she noticed Xu Qing, sweat dripping down his face as he sat cross-legged in meditation next to Master Seventh. Seeing the invisible heat radiating off of him, she hesitated. “What happened, Uncle? W-what... what are you doing here? And what happened to Big Bro Xu Qing?”0

She blinked a few times, and suddenly had a very bad feeling which manifested in a bright red blush.0

No way....12