The evil woman cultivates immortality, and the whole clan offers sacrifice to the heaven

Wu Zhiwei looked at the two people's departing backs, and a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes.

Wanting her to get married, leave the Wu family, and become someone else's vassal is absolutely impossible!

Meng Wan saw it all and thought to herself: At first glance, today's events don't seem to be anything strange.

However, no matter whether it was Zhou Yunchuan or Wang Chan, standing behind them were immortal cultivation families with a long tradition.

Their every move concerns the family's interests, so how could they be easily swayed by their children's personal affairs?

The reason they proposed to marry Wu Zhiwei could not be because of superficial feelings, but only because of Wu Zhiwei's identity and the support behind her.

But while Meng Wan was thinking, a burning gaze fell on her.

Meng Wan's heart trembled, and she quickly collected her thoughts, looked up, and met Wu Zhiwei's eyes.

Wu Zhiwei looked at Meng Wan with an indifferent tone.

"Your name is Meng Wan, right? I heard that you are a new student in the Lower House. Why did you end up in the Upper House?"

Meng Wan quickly bowed and replied respectfully, "In reply to the young lady, I am Meng Wan, the disciple, who came to the upper courtyard to look for a book on swordsmanship."

"Oh? What kind of swordsmanship is worth you coming all the way to the upper house to look for?"

Wu Zhiwei raised her eyebrows.

"I am currently practicing the Tiancan Sword Technique. I have already learned the first six moves, and now I only need to learn the seventh move."

Meng Wan answered truthfully.

Upon hearing this, Wu Zhiwei looked at her in surprise.

“I never thought that you have learned the Heavenly Blade Technique to this level in such a short time since entering the academy.

Although this set of sword skills is incomplete, its power should not be underestimated. If you practice it to perfection, you can challenge opponents of higher levels."

She paused, a hint of warning in her tone.

"However, you have offended Wang Chan and Zhou Yunchuan today. They are not easy to deal with. It may not be safe for you to continue staying in the Senate."

When Meng Wan heard this, she was frightened at first, and then she looked at Wu Zhiwei with gratitude.

"Thank you Miss Wu for the reminder. I will return to the lower courtyard now."

"Wait a minute," Wu Zhiwei waved her hand, "Since you are here, follow me to the library. With me here, they won't attack you for the time being."

Meng Wan's face lit up with joy, and she quickly responded, "Thank you, Miss!"

Wu Zhiwei took Meng Wan through the winding corridor and came to an ancient and elegant pavilion.

The pavilion towers into the clouds, and on the plaque there are three large characters written in a flamboyant style: Book Collection Pavilion.

Compared with the library in the House of Commons, the library in the House of Lords is many times more magnificent.

The moment they set foot there, it would be enough to fill any genius with awe.

Wu Zhiwei walked to a bookshelf with ease and pointed at one of the scrolls.

"The Tiancan Sword Technique should be here."

Meng Wan hurried forward to check.

She carefully unfolded the scroll and quickly scanned the words and pictures on it. A familiar sword intent came over her, which lifted her spirits.

It is indeed the seventh move of Tiancan Sword Technique!

She suppressed her inner excitement and read it carefully.

The seventh move is called Tiancan. With one slash, it gathers the power of the previous six moves and can tear apart the sky and earth, reversing the destiny of the world. It is the ultimate killing move of the Tiancan swordsmanship.

Wu Zhiwei stood aside with interest, looking at Meng Wan's focused expression, and suddenly asked.

"Meng Wan, what kind of martial arts are you practicing?"

Meng Wan answered truthfully, "Miss, I am a demon cultivator and I practice blood magic." "No wonder you can practice the Tiancan sword technique to such a level. This sword technique has some evil characteristics. It will be more effective for you to practice it."

Wu Zhiwei turned and walked to another bookshelf, searched for a while, took out an ancient scroll and handed it to Meng Wan.

"This Daoyuan Blood Sutra is a high-level blood cultivation method. You can practice it. It may be helpful to you."

"This is the upper house's technique. Would it be inappropriate for me to take it?"

Meng Wan took over the technique and said cautiously.

"What's appropriate or inappropriate? Since I'm giving it to you, just take it."

Wu Zhiwei said calmly, "But this Daoyuan Blood Sutra is not something that can be learned casually. Even in this upper house, not many people know how to do it.

If you can learn this method, I will give you another great gift."

Meng Wan showed an expression of ecstasy, and hurriedly thanked her, "Thank you, Miss! I will not let you down and learn this method as soon as possible!"

"You are Welcome."

Wu Zhiwei paused for a moment, with a hint of warning in her tone, "Before you learn the Daoyuan Blood Sutra, you'd better not come to the upper house again, so as to avoid revenge from Wang Chan and Zhou Yunchuan."

"I understand. Thank you for the reminder, Miss."

After thanking Wu Zhiwei again, Meng Wan carefully put away the two scrolls and quickly left the library.

After returning to the Lower House, she couldn't wait to open the "Daoyuan Blood Classic" and read it carefully.

This book of mental skills is indeed extremely mysterious. It records a unique method of cultivation that can automatically transform spiritual energy into blood energy, greatly improving the efficiency of cultivation.

Meng Wan began to practice according to the instructions.

She tried to transform spiritual energy into blood energy according to the instructions, but every attempt ended in failure.

Those obscure runes and complex meridian routes were like an invisible barrier that kept her out.

"This Daoyuan Blood Sutra is indeed not an ordinary martial art. No wonder Miss Wu said that even in the upper house, there are not many people who know this martial art."

Meng Wan muttered to herself, her brows furrowed.

She felt that her cultivation progress had stagnated, and she couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

She has been gifted since childhood and can learn any martial arts technique at a glance.

This is the first time I have encountered a situation like this.

Meng Wan flipped through the "Daoyuan Blood Classic" somewhat unwillingly, but no matter how hard she tried, she still couldn't understand those obscure words.

"Is it possible that her cultivation is too low?"

There was a hint of enlightenment in Meng Wan's eyes. Cultivation determines one's vision. Just like the world in the eyes of a Jindan cultivator is different from the world seen by a Yuanying cultivator.

"Perhaps, I should put aside the Daoyuan Blood Sutra first and concentrate on practicing the Tiancan Sword Technique."

Meng Wan pondered secretly in her heart.

The seventh move of Tiancan Sword Technique, “Tiancan”, is extremely powerful. Once mastered, her strength will have a qualitative leap.

Moreover, she already has a certain foundation in the Tiancan Sword Technique, so it should be much easier for her to practice it.

Meng Wan took a deep breath, put away the "Daoyuan Blood Classic" that had troubled her mind, and after calming down, she took out the seventh style of Tiancan Sword Technique again.

The seventh style is called Tiancan, which combines the essence of the previous six sword techniques and has the power to tear apart the heaven and earth and reverse the destiny of the world.

After memorizing the key points of the seventh style of swordsmanship, Meng Wan went to the performance field, found a cave world, and began to practice the Tiancan swordsmanship.

Meng Wan stood in the center of the cave world and reviewed the first six moves of the Tiancan Sword Technique.

The essence of the Tiancan Sword Technique kept echoing in her mind, as if an invisible force was guiding her, and the blood in her body began to flow slowly. (End of this chapter)