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Chapter 431 Exceptional Plan
Hearing He Kuang's question, Wang Zhifan, who was in a bad mood and knew that the catastrophe was coming, answered unhappily:
"This is my place, of course I have to come here."

He Kuang's already surprised expression froze for half a second before he said with enlightenment:
"My benefactor, are you saying... that you work in this Martial Honor Palace?"

He actually didn't understand what Wang Zhifan said even after he said this, and subconsciously thought that Wang Zhifan was a staff member of the Wuzun Hall.

"Just treat it like this..."

Wang Zhifan was too lazy to continue explaining after hearing this. He repeated the question he had just asked He Kuang:

"What are you planning to do here?"

"nothing……"

He Kuang seemed to be a little evasive on this question. He shook his head, thought for a moment and replied:
"I heard that a respected master of the Confucian school had conferred the title of Martial Lord on a super-innate warrior, and I also heard that the Martial Lord Hall will open in Tianyuan City to recruit disciples soon, so I made a special trip to take a look..."

"Do you want to join the Martial Honored Palace?"

Wang Zhifan knew his purpose at this point, so he pointed it out directly.

"no!"

But He Kuang immediately opened his mouth to refute.

"My benefactor, I am already past the age of becoming a disciple! Besides, I have martial arts passed down from my family, so I don't need to become a disciple!"

This young man in his twenties who had already reached the Xiantian realm went on to emphasize that he would not have such unrealistic ideas.

"So you came all this way just to take a look at the Martial Honor Hall? You don't want to challenge the Martial Honor, do you?"

Seeing that this man refused to admit it, Wang Zhifan came up with an inference in his mind that sounded a bit absurd. He suspected that this very brave innate warrior was here to challenge him.

After all, the impression this man left on him was that he was very daring to challenge. He fought a fierce battle with the Buddhist Master Longshan in front of many people. Although he was almost beaten to death, it also showed that he was not lacking in courage.

However, when Wang Zhifan said this, it was He Kuang in front of him who was speechless. He Kuang couldn't help but rolled his eyes and replied to him:
“My benefactor, I’m not the idiot at the entrance of the village! I’m only at the third level of Xiantian! What’s the difference between challenging the super-Xiantian and courting death? I just want to try my luck here and see if there’s a chance to get guidance from the Martial Honored…”

At this time, Wang Zhifan finally understood why this person had been standing outside the Wuzun Hall for so long. It turned out that he wanted to wait and see in order to gain some personal opportunity.

"I see... Then follow me in."

After hearing what he said, Wang Zhifan stopped talking nonsense, turned around and walked towards the steps leading to the main entrance of the Wuzun Hall, and asked him to follow.

He Kuang couldn't help but feel happy when he heard this, thinking that he was very lucky today as he met an internal staff member of the Wuzun Palace who happened to be an acquaintance of his.

But he hesitated as soon as he took a step forward, and said to Wang Zhifan who was already walking in front of him:

"My benefactor, I have already asked the guards! Wu Zun has gone out and hasn't come back yet! How about I go in later?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up and follow me!"

Wang Zhifan in front immediately turned his head and shouted unhappily, suppressing the young man's chaotic thoughts with his aura.

About half a cup of tea later, inside the main hall of Wu Zun Palace.

"Master, please accept my disciple's greetings!"

I saw that He Kuang, who had called Wang Zhifan "benefactor" not long ago, had changed his address to "mentor". He even knelt on the ground and bowed to him. Where was the arrogance and domineering attitude he had when he challenged the Buddhist master?
"You kid... don't you think it's too late for you to understand?"

Wang Zhifan saw this guy kneeling down to kowtow to him, but he shook his head helplessly, thinking that this guy was a typical blind man who only suddenly realized now that he was Wu Zun.

"Please calm down, Master! I am the one who is blinded by my own mistakes and cannot see the big picture! I am willing to accept the punishment!"

He Kuang, who did not stand up, immediately lowered his head and replied, his tone was quite sincere.

"Alright, alright, get up! I originally didn't plan to take in any more disciples, but you and I are destined to be together, and one more person won't make much difference, so I'll make an exception and take you in as my disciple."

Wang Zhifan made the decision without much hesitation, allowing the young man who was kneeling in front of him to get what he wanted.

"Thank you, Master! I will serve you wholeheartedly from now on!"

He Kuang, a martial artist at the Xiantian realm known as the Supreme Saint of Spear, stood up excitedly after hearing this.

He knew that his bet was right. The mysterious man who had saved his life turned out to be the legendary Martial Master. Naturally, he had to give it a try for such a great opportunity.

"Don't be too happy too soon, kid."

Seeing He's overjoyed look, Wang Zhifan immediately poured some cold water on him.

"Although I have made an exception and accepted you as my disciple, you are already quite old and have your own martial arts skills. Moreover, the spear skills you are practicing are not something I am good at. I can't help you much in your future training. Don't think that your future will be smooth sailing."

"Thank you for your enlightenment, Master! I will definitely keep it in mind!"

After listening to this, He Kuang's expression did not change. It was unclear whether he had heard Wang Zhifan's words or just ignored them.

"Forget it, forget it... Since you have chosen to be my disciple, then start your new training from today! Follow me!"

Wang Zhifan didn't continue to waste his breath on this young man. He knew that when a person gets older, many things are difficult to change, so he was ready to take practical action and not worry about anything else.

Soon, He Kuang, with curiosity and excitement on his face, followed Wang Zhifan through the hall and entered the portal leading to the underground palace under the Wuzun Hall.

"The inconspicuous black tower placed here is the treasure used by my disciples for cultivation. When you enter through the bronze door later, you will understand everything...

Remember, the enemies inside are fake but real, so don't underestimate them...

You only have one chance to use it every day, so cherish it, it will be of great benefit to your breakthrough in cultivation..." Wang Zhifan explained this core benefit of the disciples of the Wuzun Hall to He Kuang as he led him to the pitch-black tower in the underground palace.

Although He Kuang didn't quite understand what he heard, he still followed obediently. After Wang Zhifan asked him to wait for a moment, he stepped into the bronze door of the black tower as instructed.

Outside the tower, Wang Zhifan felt inexplicably moved when he saw He Kuang walk into and disappear.

"I originally planned to recruit 200 disciples, but now it seems that he should be the last disciple I accept in this dungeon...

The catastrophe will come in a month, and there is not much point in me accepting more disciples. I accepted this person just because I felt that the fate was too strong...

I hope all of them can make progress in this month and survive this unprecedented catastrophe as much as possible."

The inexplicable feelings in Wang Zhifan's heart were all influenced by the shocking news he received from Qing Yangzi not long ago.

He had already anticipated that many civilians in this world would die at the hands of demons, and that the monks would also suffer heavy casualties.

He was afraid that after the arrival of the demon army, many super-innates would die, and he himself would be in great risk, so he lost most of his attention on recruiting disciples, which he was originally interested in, and was only prepared to fulfill some basic responsibilities.

"My main goal for the next month is to improve my strength. The best way to improve my strength right now is to practice martial arts...

With the additional bonus of the Panlong Jade Pendant, I should be able to practice both the Pure Yang True Art and the Wuji Golden Body Art to Lv3 within a month...

Although these improvements will not bring about a real qualitative change in my strength, being stronger will definitely be more conducive to surviving the disaster..."

Thinking this in his mind, Wang Zhifan, after arranging matters for the new disciple, returned to the main hall to continue his meditation practice.

He is still currently practicing the Pure Yang Art, and his goal is to upgrade it to a higher level, reaching Lv3, as soon as possible, so that he can initially develop a Pure Yang Tyrant Body.

The Pure Yang True Art has a significant improvement effect on him now. If possible, he is willing to work harder in this area and directly cultivate the Pure Yang Tyrant Body to perfection.

But time waits for no one, and the powerful training bonus of the Panlong Jade Pendant will continue to decrease as the level of the technique improves. Therefore, he cannot expect to practice the Pure Yang True Art to a high level within a month. He can only turn to practice the Wuji Golden Body Art, which he has not yet mastered.

As for the medicinal bath materials needed for practicing Wuji Jinshen Gong, he had asked someone about it earlier yesterday. There are many alternative recipes in this world. Judging from the detailed inheritance information he obtained, it is enough to support him to practice it to Lv3. This is why he provided the Wuji Jinshen Gong practice option to his disciples earlier today.

When Wang Zhifan began his tedious meditation practice, many of his disciples were also practicing in the black tower in the underground palace.

For example, the tall and strong young man who looks like a bronze man and the thinner Huang Feihe are in the teaching space of Fenglei Treading the Sky with many disciples, following the teaching clone to repeatedly learn how to visualize the meaning of wind and thunder.

Liu Luoying, a young girl in brocade clothes who has already mastered the Taoist art, is learning the meditation and circulation of the human body in the Chunyang Zhengong teaching space, laying a good foundation for her entry into the art tomorrow by bathing in the morning sun.

Similarly, some disciples are also studying in the teaching space of the Great Dream Sword Scripture and the Wuji Golden Body Skill, and everyone is striving to practice the skills of their choice.

It is worth mentioning that all the teaching clones arranged by Wang Zhifan in these teaching spaces will only teach the very small part of the knowledge that the disciples need, that is, they currently only teach the young people the basic content of each entry-level skill.

As for the subsequent content, they cannot know it in advance, after all, the teaching clone itself does not carry relevant information.

On the one hand, this arrangement is to give the young people a clear direction so that they will not be too ambitious at the very beginning of their training. On the other hand, it is also a confidentiality project done by Wang Zhifan.

He was indeed willing to teach his disciples the unique skills he had mastered, but he would never cram all the content on them at once. Only disciples who had thoroughly understood the previous content and laid a solid foundation would be qualified to access information for the next small stage.

If someone has a guilty conscience and wants to get all the complicated and detailed information about the inheritance of various martial arts in his mind, then it can only be said that the other party is overthinking. At most, they know the basics of each martial art and cannot even understand it in depth.

Different from all the young men who were trying hard to learn the basics of martial arts, He Kuang, the disciple Wang Zhifan had just accepted, was treated completely differently.

He was not currently arranged by Wang Zhifan to study in any martial arts teaching space, but was directly assigned his favorite challenge content, and was facing an opponent that absolutely impressed him.

He Kuang, with a look of curiosity on his face, had just stepped into the bronze door of the black tower. Before he could figure out what this place, which was extremely important in the words of his newly recognized master, was like, he felt that the scene in front of him suddenly changed, from a dark area to a bare and barren plain.

The cold wind swept across the ground, and a figure suddenly appeared in the wind, standing a hundred meters in front of him. His pupils suddenly shrank, his aura suddenly increased, and he burst out with uncontrollable fighting spirit.

He was a tall, dignified-looking middle-aged monk, wearing a yellow and red cassock, with a string of Buddhist beads the size of a child's fist hanging around his neck. His eyes were staring at him without any expression of sadness or joy, and he exuded an aura as steady as a mountain.

"Reverend Longshan?! Why are you here?!"

He Kuang suppressed the urge to rush forward with his gun in hand, and asked the person in front of him in an incredulous tone.

He couldn't understand why the Buddhist master who had once defeated him appeared in this place.

But the other party seemed not to have heard his question and did not respond to his question at all. He was still standing there as steady as a rock, with aura flowing around him and a faint golden Buddha light lingering around him.

This strange scene immediately made He Kuang react and he remembered the instructions Wang Zhifan gave him before he sent him in.

"Master said that the enemy here is fake but real... Could it be that this person..."

While keeping a close eye on the "Reverend Longshan" in front of him, he recalled the aura in his memory to make a judgment, but the pressure given to him by the existence in front of him was almost exactly the same as in his memory, which made him have many doubts.

A few seconds later, the "Reverend Longshan" in front saw that he had not taken any action, so he took the lead.

I saw this tall and majestic middle-aged monk with his hands clasped together, and the golden Buddha light behind him bloomed as big as a summer lotus. He took a half step with his right foot and suddenly soared into the sky, reaching a height of hundreds of meters.

A huge golden shadow of a Buddhist Vajra image then appeared in the air, wrapping around the Buddhist master. The Vajra shadow, as big as a hill, then turned upside down and fell from the sky at high speed, smashing towards the ground where He Kuang was with irresistible momentum.

"Hahaha... You're not him! But you look a lot like him! You want to fight! Then fight!"

When He Kuang saw this scene, he immediately realized that the "Reverend Longshan" in front of him was not who he thought, and the other party would not attack him so recklessly.

But what if it wasn't the original body? This Longshan Venerable was exactly the same as the one in his memory in terms of both appearance and aura, and even the skills he displayed were the same classic Buddhist methods as the original body.

This means that this opponent is very close to the real Reverend Longshan. He Kuang, who was once defeated by him, chooses to take revenge with the spear in his hand.

(End of this chapter)