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There wasn’t much to say. The mont he heard Wang ng had returned, Zhang Xiaopang bounced over like a ball.
Under the perplexed gazes of the crowd, Wang ng finally pieced together what was going on. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
In the past, even if you had talent, you still had to seek out a master and go through countless hardships to learn a skill. But now, it was a whole new era. Masters were fighting over disciples, and what was even more ridiculous was that so many people actually idolized him.
"Brother ng, you have no idea! You’re a huge deal now! Our plan for us brothers to make a na for ourselves in the Holy Hall is already halfway there! Haha."
Zhang Xiaopang was happier than anyone, because the reports about Wang ng had also made special ntion of him.
Wang ng shook his head. He wasn’t so three-year-old kid; he knew full well that the nail that sticks out gets hamred down. This was especially true in the current situation, which had completely exceeded his expectations. Still, he’d have to take it as it ca and see what the Ancestral Masters had in mind.
When he arrived at the inner hall, only Thunderbolt remained.
"Wang ng pays his respects to the Ancestral Master."
This was the first ti Thunderbolt had t Wang ng, yet a sense of familiarity imdiately washed over him. The more he looked, the more he saw the resemblance. ’It makes sense,’ he thought. ’After all, this is soone who spent ti with that senior. What a fine seedling.’
"Have a seat. I have sothing to ask you. Feel free to answer, but it’s alright if you don’t."
Only the two of them were left in the room now. In truth, Thunderbolt was quite nervous.
"Please ask, Ancestral Master."
"I heard a senior once took a fancy to you and even taught you so things. Do you happen to recall that senior’s na?"
The longing in Elder Lei’s eyes at that mont was like that of a child.
Wang ng was silent for a mont. Disappointnt flickered across Thunderbolt’s face. "Ah, well, if he told you not to say anything, then never mind..."
"Ancestral Master, I think I rember his na was sothing Shan. I didn’t pay it much mind back then. I actually thought he was so old swindler."
Wang ng said.
Thunderbolt’s eyes bulged. He almost died from sheer exasperation. ’This was a blessing from the heavens, and he called him... an old swindler.’
"Was it Moo Shan?"
"That’s right! How co? Does the Ancestral Master know that old man? I just happened to run into him on the street one day. He grabbed my hand and started spouting nonsense about how I had extraordinary talent and was destined for greatness. You know my Natural Life Mark is only at the Second Layer, and there are so many con artists out there, so I didn’t really pay him any mind. But he seed pitiful, so I kept him company for a while, right up until I entered the Holy Hall."
"And where is he now?" Thunderbolt asked anxiously.
"I have no idea. He said to let fate run its course. He was always saying strange things, like ’Ascension is rely the beginning of another world. Nothing more, nothing more.’"
Thunderbolt was beside himself with nervous excitent. "Did he ever... ntion ?"
Wang ng scratched his head. "He never ntioned anyone by na. Though, when he heard I was trying to get into Thunderlight Hall, he did say, ’Excellent, excellent.’"
’A fire ignited in Thunderbolt’s heart. ’That’s enough. That’s more than enough.’_
Gradually composing himself, Thunderbolt smiled. "Wang ng, what path do you wish to cultivate? Are you interested in being a Body Cultivator? A Pill Cultivator? Or an Artifact Cultivator?"
Suddenly, he felt that he shouldn’t try to restrict Wang ng at all. ’Letting him develop freely would be for the best.’
"My goal ever since I was a child has been to beco a Sword Cultivator in the Holy Hall!"
Thunderbolt slapped his forehead. "Look at ! Of course you’re a Sword Cultivator! Hahaha!"
’For soone chosen by Moo Shan, any other talents would just be secondary. His greatest gift must be his affinity for the sword!’
However, Thunderbolt imdiately grew apprehensive again. "But when it cos to swordsmanship, the only one in the Holy Hall with any decent Sword Techniques is Li Xiuwen. That fellow is incredibly stubborn, though. If he found out you were chosen by that senior, he’d definitely refuse to teach you out of spite."
Wang ng smiled. "Ancestral Master, I’m becoming a Sword Cultivator because I love it. Besides, that senior once told that the greatest technique is to have no technique at all."
Thunderbolt froze for a second before bursting into laughter. "What am I worrying about? Alright then, do whatever you want! If anyone gives you trouble, you co straight to !"
’A Sword Cultivator... The thought of the disappointed faces on Wu the Kid and his gang made Thunderbolt want to laugh. And clearly, Wang ng had no intention of leaving Thunderlight Hall. That was enough.’
"Thank you, Ancestral Master."
Wang ng was still having trouble getting used to the address.
Thunderbolt didn’t stay long. After offering a few words of blessing, he left. Once he was gone, Zhou Feng and Luu Yun entered, and Wang ng finally got to et the "old hag" Zhou Feng was always complaining about.
"Old Zhou, you were pulling my leg! Elder Luu is so elegant and beautiful, how could she possibly be..." Wang ng laughed.
"Shh! Shh!" With lightning speed, Zhou Feng clamped a hand over Wang ng’s mouth.
"Are you trying to get killed, you brat!"
"Five bottles of Jade Dew Wine!" Wang ng wasn’t about to be polite. Zhou Feng had caused all this trouble for him today, so he deserved so compensation.
"Why don’t you just rob blind? Two bottles! And that’s not negotiable!" It was very difficult for even Zhou Feng to obtain.
"Three bottles, or I start shouting!"
"You brat... you win." Zhou Feng muttered, then turned with a broad smile. "Wang ng, this is Elder Luu from the Main Hall’s Pill Sect."
"Hehe, this disciple, Wang ng, greets Elder Luu!"
Beside her, Wangg Qing was also sizing up Wang ng. ’She couldn’t believe it. This crude, boot-licking guy was supposed to be that genius?’
A smile spread across Luu Yun’s face. "Good child. Others may talk about your talent, but I believe your hard work and mindset are the true keys to your success."
Wang ng glanced at Zhou Feng. ’This elegant woman was a far cry from the caustic, nit-picking harpy he’d described.’
Zhou Feng gave a few dry coughs. "Beware of sweet words and the darkness they hide."
Luu Yun shot a glare at Zhou Feng. "n should take responsibility. Don’t be like certain cowards who just hide in their shells!"
Even an idiot could see what was going on. There was clearly a complicated romantic history between Zhou Feng and Luu Yun. Still, the woman standing before him was the picture of elegance and grace, nothing like the "old hag" he’d heard about.
"Wang ng, this is Senior Sister Wangg, the one I told you about. You two should get acquainted."
Zhou Feng quickly changed the subject.
"I am unworthy of the title. Having witnessed Senior Brother Wang’s strength today, I, Wangg Qing, will redouble my efforts!"
Wangg Qing said, her pride evident.
Wang ng smiled. "Don’t take it so seriously. I’m a Sword Cultivator. I’ll be counting on Senior Sister Wangg’s guidance in the future."
"Senior Brother Wang, for you to have such skill when you’re a Sword Cultivator... It makes , a Pill Cultivator, feel utterly ashad."
Wang ng was montarily at a loss for words. Zhou Feng shot him a look, as if to say, ’See what I an, kid? Won are the most terrifying creatures on earth!’
Luu Yun and Wangg Qing didn’t stay long. They chatted with Wang ng for a while, and with that, they were formally acquainted.
Once Wang ng and Zhou Feng were alone, the atmosphere beca much more relaxed. Zhou Feng imdiately dropped his dignified Elder persona.
"You’ve really hit the big ti now, kid. So? The Ancestral Master couldn’t stop praising your performance. In all my years, I’ve never seen her complint soone so much. If you’re willing, I can make the recomndation. From then on, you’ll be an Elder."
Zhou Feng imdiately dangled the bait. The gap between a disciple and an Elder was a vast chasm. Never mind a disciple—even soone like him would be ecstatic to hear such news. And with Zhou Feng’s status, his word on the matter was as good as gold.
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