"Thank you, Master!"
Hearing that the prominent figure in front of him had bestowed him with a title, Wang Zhifan, though feeling slightly unaccustod in his heart, still politely expressed his gratitude.
However, what he found hard to keep calm about was that he himself, the person who received the title, was not as excited, while soone around him suddenly seed to be as excited as if they had overdosed on adrenaline, making him wish he could fly away imdiately.
"Master Fanyun! The Master personally granted you a title! This is an opportunity that countless cultivators wouldn’t even dare to dream of! And moreover, the Master has given you a two-character title! Far more prestigious than the ordinary four-character titles! This resident is simply so envious that I admire you to the ground..."
The young Qingfeng, at the peak of Super Innate, acted rather exaggeratedly at this ti. He hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Wang Zhifan’s shoulder, his eyes nearly bulging as he spoke, almost completely destroying the image he had since he appeared of a handso and suave Confucian martial artist, making people feel like this guy was just a hot-blooded young man.
"Qingfeng..."
The Master behind them couldn’t bear to watch anymore and reluctantly spoke to remind this guy to maintain his Confucian image, which made him hurry to withdraw his hand and barely revert to a serious deanor.
"Ahem... It is indeed a fortunate thing for a friend to receive a title from the Master... In the future, in the Chronicles of Calamity Realm, your exploits will surely be recorded... I hope the young friend can live up to expectations and eliminate more demonic afflictions for our race..."
The three monks of the Buddhist Sect standing aside also congratulated Wang Zhifan, but their words were much more seasoned, so Wang Zhifan turned to them and spoke a few words to alleviate the awkwardness of the previous scene.
Thus, the discussion about Wang Zhifan’s title finally ca to a close. Regardless of how Wang Zhifan himself felt, his title in this realm had already been set as "Martial Master."
Because this title was personally given to him by the Master, whose influence was astonishingly great, even if he refused, others would still recognize it.
Then, the few of them turned their attention to the nearby area of the Mysterious Illusion Realm, hoping for the Master to rescue the Moon-Annihilating Dragon Saber trapped inside, but the Master rely shook his head slightly, indicating that there was no need for such action.
They heard the Master say:
"There’s no need to worry, everyone, this illusion is a great opportunity for the one trapped inside. In less than half an hour, she will free herself and achieve the True Form of the Cyan Dragon."
"The True Form of the Cyan Dragon? Could the Master an that the young friend Mieyue, instead of being in danger, will actually turn calamity into blessing and achieve the Super Innate Realm?!"
The more experienced high monk of the Buddhist Sect imdiately showed surprise upon hearing this.
Because he knew the special traits of the Mieyue Race—specifically that for this group, in the Innate Realm, they could cultivate a special form, and in the Super Innate Realm, they could cultivate that form into a true form, making them much stronger than ordinary cultivators of the sa rank!
"Indeed. Therefore, it is best for everyone not to disturb, just wait patiently."
The Master said with a gentle smile and then slowly scanned the surrounding individuals with his gaze, continuing to say:
"Matters here have concluded. Everyone, may we et again if fate allows. Feng’er, once you return to the academy, punish yourself by copying the ’Chapter on Cultivation of the Self’ ten tis."
After saying this, the man whose status was pivotal in the current world quickly vanished into the air without leaving a trace.
"Master’s teachings! Qingfeng will rember them by heart!"
Though the person had already left, the young Confucian martial artist, Qingfeng, didn’t dare to slack off in the slightest. He quickly bowed toward the location where the Master had just disappeared, returning to the standard Confucian image he had when he first appeared.
And as soon as the Master left, the three monks of the Buddhist Sect seed to secretly sigh in relief, their gaze now on the still unpredictable Mysterious Illusion Realm, and with a slight sigh, they remarked:
"Super Innate... Super Innate... In the past, to break through this bottleneck, who knows how much ti and effort we spent, even needing the assistance of our master’s secret dicine, barely managing a breakthrough... Now a hundred years have passed, yet our cultivation remains stuck at the pinnacle of the first level, unable to even glimpse the second level of the realm... and today we are witnessing the ergence of a third promising young Super Innate, truly astounding, truly astounding..."
It turns out the three old monks, upon hearing the Master’s pronouncent that the Dragon Lady Moon-Annihilating Dragon Saber would also achieve Super Innate, were reminded and contrasted within their hearts, realizing that people cannot be compared, for the more they compare, the more disheartened they beco.
Indeed, there’s nothing they can do about it.
The Super Innate Realm is considered a very high realm in this replica world; the three monks are all Super Innate and should feel satisfied.
Yet there are vast differences within the major realm itself, such as the just-departed Master who is widely known as the Peak of Super Innate and is said to be a being that can break through to the Saint Realm at any ti. The difference in cultivation between them and the Master might be even greater than the gap between them and non-cultivating commoners.
It would be fine if they couldn’t compare to the Master, as they would just feel a sense of awe, but having two Super Innate young people appear before them continuously, how could they not be moved?
Now, they are about to witness the birth of a third extrely young Super Innate, particularly a special Super Innate from the Mieyue Race, making them feel increasingly as if they have lived their years in vain.
If they were fallen monks of the Buddhist Sect, perhaps driven by jealousy now, they’d be scheming how to besiege and eliminate this newly erged outstanding youth to balance their twisted hearts.
As the three monks lanted, Qingfeng also showed great interest. He kept his gaze on the fluctuations of the Mysterious Illusion Realm in front of him, suddenly pulling out a roll of white paper, spreading it out with one hand, and then using the fingertip of his other hand as ink, began to paint on the spot.
"The birth of a Super Innate cultivator is worth a grand celebration! This resident must paint a picture and then compose a poem for it!"
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