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The branch of the Infinite Sect located in Wuling City is known as Bitao Pavilion.
Huang Baizhong is the current Pavilion Master of Bitao Pavilion.
Bitao Pavilion is situated in the southwest of Wuling City, covering an area of nearly 200,000 square ters, resembling a small city.
"Mr. Yang!"
"Mr. Yang!"
Upon entering the Infinite Sect, the disciples inside greeted respectfully.
They curiously examined Lin Zheyu, unsure why Mr. Yang had brought this young man back to Bitao Pavilion.
Bitao Pavilion hadn’t accepted any outside martial artists as apprentices for over a decade, only recruiting children under the age of thirteen to be trained from a young age.
Disciples trained this way have the strongest sense of belonging to the sect.
"This one looks quite handso; does anyone recognize him?"
A youthful girl in a light yellow dress blinked her eyes, observing Lin Zheyu, and curiously asked.
She was an attractive girl, not a stunning beauty but pleasant to the eyes, with a curvaceous figure.
"Sister, you’re gushing again."
"That person seems to have a bit of a scholarly air, with a serene and refined deanor, perhaps he’s from the Confucian Sect," the nearby young man said with a smile.
Lin Zheyu had good hearing and could hear the discussions among the disciples around him.
Upon hearing about the Confucian Sect, he felt a bit surprised—did the Confucian Sect practice martial arts too?
Was that Xi Shixin he t at that ti also from the Confucian Sect?
"Youwei, co here."
Entering a square, Mr. Yang called over a young man not far away.
"This is Lin Zheyu; help him get acquainted with the sect and arrange a place for him to stay."
"When your grandfather returns, he will take him as a disciple, making him a part of Bitao Pavilion," Mr. Yang said with a smile.
"Ah!!"
The young man nad Huang Youwei was taken aback, his eyes widened, unable to react at the mont.
What on earth?
I suddenly have a new junior uncle???
Huang Youwei couldn’t help but grumble internally, scrutinizing Lin Zheyu up and down, as if to see through him.
Despite his reluctance, he dared not defy Mr. Yang’s instructions and respectfully complied.
"Where did this wild kid co from, that my grandfather would take you as a disciple?"
After Mr. Yang left, Huang Youwei looked Lin Zheyu up and down and couldn’t help saying.
"I’m not sure; maybe he finds handso and charming," Lin Zheyu replied with a smile.
Looking at the young man in front of him, in his thirties and older than him, he found it amusing.
Given Pavilion Master Huang Baizhong’s seniority, after becoming his apprentice, Lin Zheyu’s status would rise higher, suddenly gaining many juniors.
"Hmph."
"Don’t be sarcastic."
"You look even younger than ; how old are you?" Huang Youwei asked bluntly, with no courtesy.
The man before him looked younger than himself, seemingly a youth in his twenties.
Calling him a junior uncle felt particularly awkward for Huang Youwei.
"Fifty-eight."
"I had so fortunate encounters when I was young and have maintained myself well, so I look young," Lin Zheyu smiled.
They chatted casually as they toured the Infinite Sect’s Bitao Pavilion branch under Huang Youwei’s guidance.
"Fifty-eight?"
"Oh!!"
"So, you are currently at the Bone Marrow Refining Realm, with pretty decent strength and talent?"
Huang Youwei looked at Lin Zheyu with a sidelong glance.
Bitao Pavilion hadn’t accepted any martial artists with prior skills for many years. Being noticed by Mr. Yang and his sect-leader grandfather and taken as a true disciple indicated remarkable talent and aptitude.
"I guess so."
Lin Zheyu said nonchalantly.
He surveyed the surroundings, getting to know the layout of the Infinite Sect internally.
The sect’s layout and landscaping were excellent, making a stroll inside the sect delightful.
Especially the won who passed by from ti to ti, with outstanding looks and figures, were pleasing to the eyes.
"Hmph, either you can or you can’t, what’s with the ’I guess so’!"
Huang Youwei snorted unhappily.
Martial artists aim to improve, looking to stand out, and this person’s hesitant deanor was sowhat irritating to him.
Seed like those Confucian martial artists, pretending to be literary.
"Oh."
"I haven’t encountered many genius martial artists, but I’ve defeated quite a few renowned ones; if they’re considered geniuses, then I suppose I am too."
Seeing Huang Youwei’s displeased expression, Lin Zheyu smiled.
He felt a bit relaxed now.
The Tyrannical True Intent and Turtle Breath True Intent, with thods he borrowed from the Great Power Vajra Fist, have been skillfully combined.
The influence of these two true intents on him has been reduced to almost negligible levels now.
Moreover, with his recent joining of the Infinite Sect, his life safety was now assured, and he didn’t need to worry about various external dangers.
Lin Zheyu felt his mindset had returned to his previous life’s state.
Being called a scholar wasn’t wrong for him.
Having studied for nearly twenty years in his past life, he had just begun his career when he was transmigrated—at heart, he was a five-good young man, loving life, peace, and beauties.
"Anyone can talk; if you’ve got what it takes, prove your strength."
"As long as you can defeat Brother Bo Yi, I’ll be convinced and call you Junior Uncle!" Huang Youwei said with a sneer at Lin Zheyu.
"Is he very formidable?"
"Compared to Monk Puxuan, who is stronger?"
Lin Zheyu asked.
Not everyone had attended the Martial Dao Exchange Conference; many talented martial artists hadn’t gone.
Huang Youwei didn’t go either, or else he might have so guesses about Lin Zheyu’s identity.
"Monk Puxuan?"
"Is he that bald monk who caused trouble at the Martial Dao Exchange Conference?"
"Such a character could only show off because Brother Bo Yi and others weren’t there; otherwise, he wouldn’t have had a chance to be arrogant," Huang Youwei said disdainfully.
He had quite a bit of confidence in Brother Bo Yi’s strength.
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