Why My Cultivation Method So Different？

4Ye Qingxuan had been acting cool in the Sky High Sect for the past few days. He was really in a good mood!    3

    

He had delayed in the Sky High Sect for quite some time, so he decided to go to the West Region!    

    

West Region!    

    

The strength of the West Region wasn't much different from the Eastern Continent. It was enough to fool these two provinces, but the West Region definitely couldn't. This was because the strength and scheming of the West Region were much stronger than these two provinces.    

    

They set off for West Region.    

    

At the same time, in Tianya City of West Region.    

    

There was a grand banquet being held here. It had been several days since the banquet started.    

    

When they heard that son of God, Ye Qingxuan was going to preach, who wouldn't come?    

    

Many self-cultivators rushed over after hearing the news. They crowded around the Saint and wanted to see him for no other reason.    

    

Many self-cultivators sat cross-legged and cultivated, quietly waiting for the Saint to come.    

    

Ye Qingxuan and the others also came to the West Region's Tianya City.    

    

He slowly landed not far from the banquet. Ye Xiao went to discuss with the cultivators of West Region. Po Duanyun and Dongfang Mingxue spent all day together, which made Ye Qingxuan speechless.    

    

At this moment, a voice was heard.    

    

"Fellow Daoist, are you also here to listen to the Saint's lecture?"    

    

Ye Qingxuan turned around and saw that it was a Nascent Infant Stage warrior. Tsk tsk, Nascent Infant Stage, his talent wasn't low at all.    

    

"That's right." Ye Qingxuan nodded and said.    

    

"That's great. I am Lan Ning. Greetings, Fellow Daoist." Lan Ning made an album.    

    

"I'm Ye Qingxuan." Ye Qingxuan also made an album.    

    

This time, he did not choose to hide his identity, but to lay his cards on the table.    

    

Hiss!    

    

Lan Ning sucked in a breath of cold air and exclaimed: "Holy Son!"    

    

Ye Qingxuan hurriedly stopped him and said, "Lower your voice..."    

    

"It's... Holy Son." Lan Ning nodded like a chick pecking at rice.    

    

"Son, I've memorized all three hundred heads of your Son." Lan Ning looked at Ye Qingxuan with sparkling eyes.    

    

"What? What 300 songs?" Ye Qingxuan was confused.    

    

From Lan Ning's words, it turned out that it was Lih Feiyu who changed the three hundred Tang poems Ye Qingxuan had mentioned to him to the three hundred poems of the Holy Son.    

    

"Uh... Did you see that my poems cost money?" Ye Qingxuan asked. After all, it was a heinous crime to go for free.    

    

Lan Ning was stunned for a moment and said, "Of course I spent money!"    

    

"How much did you spend?" Ye Qingxuan asked again.    

    

"Less than one Spirit Stone..." Lan Ning scratched his head, feeling a little dull.    

    

Ye Qingxuan patted his head and said, "Don't you know about the pirated version you bought?"    

    

"Ah! The pirated version?" Lan Ning panicked. He had been suffering from this for so many days. If he bought the wrong one, wouldn't it be for nothing? If he wasn't careful, his state of mind would be disturbed.    

    

Ye Qingxuan flipped through it and said, "But the content is the same."    

    

Only then did Lan Ning let out a breath and said, "It's good, it's good..."    

    

Before he could finish his next sentence, Ye Qingxuan extended his right hand. His thumb and index finger kept rubbing against each other, as if he was asking for money.    

    

Lan Ning was stunned. He did not know what to do.    

    

Ye Qingxuan said, "What are you waiting for? Give me money. One Spirit Stone can buy my autobiographies. Kid, you earned it. Hurry up and give me some profits."    

    

Actually, Ye Qingxuan did not lack money, but he just wanted it. Aye, it was just for fun.    

    

After saying a few words to him, the two of them arrived at the banquet.    

    

The two of them casually found a place to sit down, but they attracted a lot of attention.    

    

The reason was that Ye Qingxuan didn't wear a veil. He looked like a celestial being now.    

    

Ye Qingxuan was wearing white clothes, and his handsome face was suffocating. His temperament was extraordinary, and he looked like an immortal.    

    

He was as graceful as jade, and his actions were even more graceful and generous.    

    

Countless women's gazes were fixed on him, and it caused all the men in the group to stare at him angrily.    

    

At this moment, a man dressed in blue came to the center of the banquet, snowflakes flying around him.    

    

This man was the son of Tianya City's City Lord, Qin Guang.    

    

This appearance was really cool. Ye Qingxuan had given him a perfect score.    

    

"Look, it's Senior Brother Qin!"    

    

"Senior Brother Qin is so handsome. Senior Brother Qin is your fan."    

    

"Oh my god, is Senior Brother Qin going to announce something big?"    

    

"Could it be that the Holy Son is coming?"    

    

"Cough cough." Qin Guang coughed, and everyone stopped talking.    

    

"I know that everyone is here to listen to the Saint's lecture. I know that. Now that the Saint isn't here yet, I have a piece of news for everyone. If the Saint is in trouble, he won't come to West Region to preach."    

    

As soon as these words were spoken, someone wanted to leave.    

    

Ye Qingxuan:???    

    

Seeing this, Qin Guang hurriedly added, "But I am friends with the Saint. The Saint passed his cultivation secret to me and asked me to teach on his behalf."    

    

"My God, as expected of Senior Brother Qin Guang. He can even make friends with the Saint."    

    

"Senior Brother Qin Guang, don't forget me when you become successful in the future."    

    

"Senior Brother Qin Guang is really touched that he can still teach us!"    

    

When Qin Guang heard this, his chest puffed up again.    

    

The corner of Ye Qingxuan's mouth twitched. I don't have a friend like you, my skin is as thick as a wall.    

    

"Senior Brother Qin, how did the Son give you the secret manual?"    

    

Finally, someone with discerning eyes noticed that something was wrong and asked.    

    

Qin Guang coughed twice and said with a longing look in his eyes, "That day, I followed my father to Qingyun Holy Land to pay a visit. At that time, I had never seen the world. So, he casually walked around and coincidentally walked to the residence of the Saint. At that time, the Saint was practicing with his sword. He slashed out a sword Qi in a serious manner. It was as if the world was trembling, but he shook his head. It seems like he's not satisfied with his attack. "    

    

"I immediately stood up and asked," You are already so powerful, so why are you still not satisfied? "    

    

" Guess what the Saint said? If you can't be satisfied with the current situation, then the current situation will only make you stop moving forward. The power of this sword qi is exactly the same as the sword qi I slashed out yesterday. This is the reason why I'm not satisfied. " Qin Guang sighed with an unsatisfied expression.    

    

Everyone fell into deep thought and shock.    

    

One could not be satisfied with the current situation. If one was satisfied with the current situation, it would only make one stop moving forward!    

    

What a good word of advice, as expected of a Holy Son!    

    

"Father stayed in Qingyun Holy Land for an entire month. I also stayed in the Son's residence for a month. Every day I stayed, I felt that my cultivation base was increasing. Just like that, I became friends with the Saint. This is also the reason why he couldn't come and give me the secret manual. " Qin Guang shrugged with an arrogant expression.    

    

Everyone had the same expression.    

    

"Then..." Qin Guang's style changed. He laughed and said, "Do you want to know how the Son cultivates? Do you want to know how the Son succeeded? Come, come, come. It's all in this secret manual. Don't 998. No 888. As long as you have 88 Spirit Stone, you will have the same talent as the Son. What are you waiting for? Hurry up and buy it!"    

    

For a moment, Qin Guang's side was filled with people. They were all buying the Holy Son's secret cultivation technique.    

    

Looking at Lan Ning who was beside him, he seemed to be tempted as well. He was afraid that even if he wasn't here, he would still have to buy it.