"Cough cough, the saint was talking nonsense just now! Did you hear anything?" Yuan Hong coughed and asked Zhao Sheng with a meaningful look.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng immediately responded decisively, "No, I did not hear anything just now."
"Ha-ha, it wouldn't matter much if you did hear something. The saint wishes nothing more than to punch that Supreme Old Thief into the Nine Netherworld and let him taste the eternal torment and solitude." Yuan Hong, gritting his teeth, suddenly fixed his gaze on Zhao Sheng's face and asked indifferently, "The saint has three Supreme Immortal Techniques, are you interested in learning them?"
Zhao Sheng laughed and said, "Of course, I wish to learn! May I ask the Great Saint, what must I do for you to impart the Immortal Techniques?"
Yuan Hong extended his right palm, raised three fluffy fingers, and spoke coldly, "It's simple! You just need to do three things for the saint! Complete one and I will teach you one Immortal Technique."
