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Chapter 420: Opportunity Waiting
"Thank you, Master!"

Although Wang Zhifan was not used to hearing the title given to him by the big shot in the copy, he still politely expressed his gratitude.

However, what made him a little unbearable was that he, the person who was given the title, was not very excited, but someone around him suddenly became as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood, making him want to fly away immediately.

"Master Fanyun! The Master actually gave you a name personally! This is an opportunity that many cultivators dare not even dream of! Moreover, the Master gave you a two-character name! It is far more noble than an ordinary four-character name! This layman is simply envious..."

The young super-innate Qingfeng hermit behaved quite exaggeratedly at this time. He stepped forward and grabbed Wang Zhifan's shoulder, and spoke with his eyes almost wide open, almost completely destroying the image of a handsome and elegant Confucian master that he had given people since his debut, making people feel that this guy was just a passionate young man.

"Qingfeng..."

The teacher behind him couldn't stand it anymore and had no choice but to remind this guy to maintain his image as a Confucian scholar. Only then did this guy quickly take his hand back and try to look serious again.

"Ahem... it is indeed a blessing for my friend to be given a name by the Master... In the future, the Chronicle of the Realm of Disaster will definitely include a description of my friend... I hope that my friend can live up to everyone's expectations and eliminate more demonic troubles for our human race..."

The three Buddhist monks who were also standing nearby also congratulated Wang Zhifan, but their words were much more sophisticated, so Wang Zhifan turned to them and said a few words to ease the awkwardness of the scene.

In this way, the discussion about Wang Zhifan's name came to an end. No matter what Wang Zhifan himself thought, his name in this world had been determined as "Martial Master".

Because this name was given to him by the Master himself, and the Master's influence was so great that even if he rejected it, others would still agree with it.

Afterwards, several people turned their attention to the strange illusion area nearby, wanting the Master to help rescue the Moon-Destroying Dragon Sword that was trapped in it, but the Master shook his head slightly after hearing this, indicating that there was no need to do that.

I only heard the Master say:
"Everyone, don't worry. This illusion is a great opportunity for the trapped person. In half an hour at most, she will be able to escape and achieve the true form of Azure Dragon."

"The true form of Azure Dragon? Could it be that Master is saying that not only will little friend Mieyue not be in danger this time, but he will turn a disaster into a blessing and achieve a super-innate realm?!"

The more experienced Buddhist monks were immediately surprised after hearing this.

Because he knew the special features of the Mieyue Clan. That is, for this clan, those in the innate realm can cultivate into special Dharma images, and those in the super innate realm can cultivate the Dharma images into their true bodies, making their strength much stronger than ordinary cultivators of the same level!

"That's right, so please don't disturb me too much and just wait patiently."

The Master smiled faintly and then slowly glanced at the people around him, and then said:
"This is over, everyone. We'll meet again if we're lucky. Feng'er, when you return to the academy, punish yourself by copying the "Self-cultivation Chapter" ten times."

After saying this, this man who holds a very important position in the current world quickly disappeared into the air without leaving even a trace.

"Master's teachings! Qingfeng will keep them in mind!"

Although the man had already left, the young Confucian master Qingfeng Jushi did not dare to be careless at all. He quickly bowed and saluted towards the direction where the master had just disappeared, returning to the standard Confucian image he had when he first appeared.

As soon as the Master left, the three Buddhist monks beside him seemed to be relieved. They looked at the strange illusion that was still changing and sighed:

“Super-innate…Super-innate… Back then, I spent countless hours and efforts to break through this bottleneck, and even needed the help of Master’s secret medicine to barely break through… Now, a hundred years have passed, and my cultivation is still stuck at the peak of the first level, and I can’t even peek into the second level… But today I will meet the third super-innate junior with a promising future. The younger generation is really to be feared, the younger generation is really to be feared…”

It turned out that the three old monks had heard the Master's assertion that the Dragon Girl's Moon-Destroying Dragon Sword would also achieve super-innate power. They were moved by the scene and made comparisons in their hearts, realizing that people cannot be compared with each other, and the more they compared, the sadder they felt.

There is really nothing we can do about it.

Super innateness is supposed to be a very high realm in this copy world. The three monks are all super innate, so they should have felt satisfied.

But there are also huge gaps within the great realms. For example, the Master who just left was a well-known super-innate peak. It is said that he can break through to the saint realm at any time. The gap in cultivation between the three monks and the Master is probably greater than the gap between them and civilians who do not practice.

It would be fine if they couldn't compare with the Master, they would just feel like they were standing on a mountain of awe. But when two young men at the super-innate realm appeared in front of them in succession, how could they not feel emotional?

Now they are going to witness the birth of a third very young super-innate, a special super-innate from the Moon-Destroying clan, which makes them feel that they have lived their life in vain at such an old age.

If they were fallen Buddhist monks, they would probably be driven by jealousy and plan how to besiege and kill the newly born outstanding young people in order to balance their twisted hearts.

When the three monks were sighing, Mr. Qingfeng also looked very interested. He kept his eyes on the fluctuations of the strange illusion in front of him, and suddenly took out a roll of white paper, spread it out with one hand, and then used the fingertips of the other hand as ink and started to write on the spot.

"The birth of a super-innate monk is worthy of celebration! I must paint a picture and compose a poem for this occasion!"

As he spoke, the Confucian monk entered into a state of mind, and began to use his fingers as a pen to write freely on the paper. He looked quite scholarly.

Wang Zhifan was speechless and choked by the behavior of these people. For a moment he didn't understand what was going on in their train of thought.

On the one hand, he didn't quite understand why these people, after hearing the Master say that the Moon-Destroying Dragon Sword could break through to the super-innate level, completely believed this prophecy without any doubt at all.

On the other hand, he didn't think that now was the stage where everything was completely over.

Because in the surrounding plains in the distance, there were still many Buddhist disciples and chivalrous men who heard the news fighting against the demons. The battle was not over at all! But the three Buddhist monks seemed to have no intention of caring about it anymore!
Originally, Wang Zhifan didn't want to care about other people's affairs, but when he thought about his mission in this copy, which was to help Huojing fight the demons and help them repel the invasion, he had to remind the three monks:
"Three masters, do you need my help in dealing with the remaining remnants of the demon world?"

He said it in a rather tactful way. On the surface, he was offering to help, but in reality, he was telling the other party, "You three old monks, stop lamenting about life! Our own disciples are still fighting!"

However, Wang Zhifan's reminder did not wake the three Buddhist monks from their special state. Instead, they turned to look at Wang Zhifan and smiled as expected:
"Your Excellency Wu Zun, there is no need to worry. Let our disciples handle the remaining demons! This battle is a rare opportunity for training. Blindly helping and protecting them will hinder the growth of our disciples."

From their words, it can be heard that they did not suddenly become stupid and forget to pay attention to the current situation, but deliberately let their disciples solve the remaining problems in order to achieve the effect of actual combat training. "I see, I am stupid."

After hearing this, Wang Zhifan had to admit that the decision made by the three old monks was reasonable, and he thought that it was because he had not changed his mindset.

Because this world is a typical extraordinary world, the saying "strength in numbers" is often not true. Therefore, it is necessary for the three monks to put a certain amount of pressure on their disciples to allow them to experience screening and growth.

If it were a world where individual power was not prominent, it would definitely be a crime for a leader to allow his subordinates to face danger like this.

But this world is different. The purpose of the existence of the vast majority of disciples is to produce masters to a large extent. Sufficient practical experience is very necessary, even if someone will die as a result.

Besides, according to Wang Zhifan's current observation, the situation on the entire plain is currently in the absolute advantage of the human race. After the death of two demon lords and the disappearance of one, those demon generals or ordinary demons have long lost their previous tyrannical momentum, and most of them are thinking of escaping.

If Buddhist disciples cannot even deal with enemies of this level and must have the help of a few masters, then there is really no need to train them any further. It would be better for them to return home and get married as soon as possible.

So, after a brief exchange, Wang Zhifan found that he seemed to have nothing to do.

The three Buddhist monks all said that they wanted to let their disciples gain experience, so it would not be a good idea for him to rashly attack the demons around them. However, two of the three demon lords are dead, and the other one is fighting with the Moon-Destroying Dragon Sword in a strange illusion and the situation is unclear. If he does not choose to leave, he can only find a place to watch.

"Let's wait... The Master said that the Dragon Blade will be out in half an hour at most. As long as his prediction is accurate, I can wait... and I also want to see what the Azure Dragon's true form is."

After a little thought, Wang Zhifan decided to stay here to rest after the battle.

Therefore, feeling somewhat bored, he chose to watch Mr. Qingfeng, who was painting with passion.

This person's current performance can be said to be worthy of the demeanor of a Confucian scholar. He looks young and handsome, with a straight posture. He holds a rectangular paper scroll in one hand and a single finger of the other hand writing on the paper. His eyes are sometimes fixed on the paper, and sometimes raised to look at the strange illusion in front of him, and occasionally he observes the surrounding scenery, appearing to be extremely serious and focused.

When Wang Zhifan walked behind this person calmly, he found that he was indeed painting, and his painting skills seemed quite good. Except for the fact that there were only black and white colors, the painting was very realistic, which went beyond his understanding of ink painting.

What he was currently painting was the surrounding scene: a vast plain, a hazy and strange illusion. Five powerful figures with different auras were waiting around, and further out there were two hideous corpses of demon lords as a backdrop, revealing a solemn and cold atmosphere.

Among them, Wang Zhifan's figure is quite prominent. Not only is he alone in one place, but from his steps, it can be seen that he is walking slowly from the direction of the Demon Lord's corpse behind. The sheathed long sword in his hand emits a faint demonic aura, indicating that the two Demon Lord corpses behind him are left by him.

"Good fellow... This guy's nickname is not good, but his painting skills are first-rate, both the shape and the spirit are impeccable... He just drew this with his fingers, if he had normal brush and ink, it would be even more amazing... But this painting doesn't look complete yet..."

After secretly admiring it for a few times from the back, Wang Zhifan couldn't help but admire the fact that Mr. Qingfeng, who he had originally felt a little speechless about, was indeed really talented and his painting skills were definitely at the level of a master of ink painting.

Of course, this painting still has some flaws. For example, the depiction of the illusion is still very vague, and it is obvious that a blank space was left intentionally. There is also a large gap above the illusion, and the five figures are all staring at this gap. There is no doubt that some content needs to be filled in.

"Mr. Wu Zun, do you think this painting is worthy of your appreciation?"

Seeing Wang Zhifan admiring his work, Qingfeng Jushi, who had already completed most of it, turned around and asked, with a bit of complacency in his tone.

"Very good! Your painting skills are extraordinary. I admire you very much!"

Wang Zhifan immediately nodded in response.

But he suddenly wanted to give this kid a little dimensional shock, so he spoke again:
"I see you are so good at writing, and I am itching to use my hands. May I borrow some paper?"

"Oh? Then I'd like to see it for myself!"

Mr. Qingfeng became interested as soon as he heard it. He stared at the somewhat mysterious Wang Zhifan in front of him and handed him a new roll of rectangular white paper. He couldn't believe that such a powerful warrior recognized by the master was also proficient in painting.

As we all know, each sect's monks have some specific areas of expertise. For example, Confucian monks are good at playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Taoist monks are proficient in alchemy and talisman paper, and Buddhist monks often have in-depth research on vegetarian diet.

The only thing about martial arts practitioners who are different from the three mainstreams but have integrated with the three mainstreams is that there is no fixed impression. It may be that most martial arts practitioners are of ordinary civilian origin and work in all kinds of industries, and their interests and hobbies are not unified.

"Please wait a moment, sir."

Wang Zhifan would naturally not deceive others when he got the white paper. He did not understand the painting techniques, but he could use some tricks.

He first held a white paper in one hand as if thinking something, while his other hand secretly took out a special equipment from the backpack space, the wizard's power box.

"Remember the Shadow Spell... I remember it correctly... Put it into the spell slot... Select the direction of the illusion within the scope of the Recall Spell..."

Wang Zhifan, who was ready to cheat, quickly adjusted the treasure box and put it back. Then he stretched out a finger and made a drawing gesture on the paper. This was a very necessary performance.

However, just as Mr. Qingfeng next to him was curious about what was wrong with him, the illusion suddenly underwent drastic changes!
First, the complex illusions that were stacked up in all directions suddenly shook violently! Some illusions collapsed quickly and visibly! Others were severely deformed, like a soap bubble that kept growing!

Then, a certain ancient, time-honored, majestic, and powerful aura emerged from the illusion, and this aura quickly became strong and dazzling, making the people outside the illusion stunned for a moment!
"The Azure Dragon's true form! It really is the Azure Dragon's true form!"

Instantly, the three Buddhist monks closest to the illusion cried out in shock; they had already seen the scene they were waiting for.

(End of this chapter)