88 When the Treasure Was Born, He Cultivated With An Axe

It was late at night and the moon was bright. Everything was quiet.

Outside He Xiuxing's bamboo hut, there were more than ten cultivators of the Pulse Realm kneeling. Xu Lin was the leader, kowtowing non-stop.

"What are you here for?" He Xiuxing's faint voice came from inside the bamboo hut.

"In order to break through to the Divine Sea Realm and better pass down the doctrine for you, teacher, we have decided to travel to other countries."

Xu Lin said respectfully, "I've specially come to pay my respects to you."

"Yes, I understand. You guys can go by yourselves."

He Xiuxing's answer was concise and comprehensive.

"But we know that our strength is weak. We are afraid of disgracing your reputation, but they are also afraid of not being able to pass down the doctrine."

"So we want to ask if you can bestow us with spiritual weapons so that your disciples can protect themselves."