Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

6. Master Honoring I

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

A month later.

Zhuo Hua came to the competition arena early this time. Qing Yangzi was a little surprised, “It seems that you really want to accept a disciple this time.”

“I also feel that my Bamboo Peak is a bit desolate, so I want to receive a disciple to keep me company. As you said, there should be someone to inherit my cultivation.” Zhuo Hua gently blew the tea in the cup.

“Senior Brother, I feel that you are different from before.” Qing Yangzi said casually.

Zhuo Hua stopped blowing tea and put the teacup on the table, “What’s the difference?”

Qing Yangzi said passionately, “I feel that it is easier to be close to you than before. In the past, you seemed to care nothing, let alone leave your Bamboo Peak.”

Zhuo Hua smiled, “In the past few years, I thought that Tao meant no distractions. Therefore, I didn’t pay attention to anything. Two days ago, I have had an epiphany. The so-called unmolested mind doesn’t mean to cut off from everyone. Instead, Tao should be always in my heart. As long as you are dedicated to Tao, nothing can sway your mind.”

“Your speech really enlightens me. It seems that you are soon becoming an immortal.” Qing Yangzi said, laughing.

“It is just some superficial remarks, and I’m still far from immortality.” Zhuo Hua picked the cup up on the table and continued to blow.

——

In this competition, everyone needed to draw lots. Two people who drew the same number were opponents, and the competition would be conducted from number one.

The winners would continue to draw lots, while the losers would then have to go to the outside of the Sect. For the one who won the first place would have the right to choose his master.

Murong Chi looked at the number in his hand-eighty-nine.

Qing Yun came to the arena and said, “Now, I announce that the competition officially starts. Two disciples who drew the number one, please come up to the arena.”

…

…

The competition had come to more than half. During this month, all the candidates worked very hard. However, one month was way short. If someone made first level of Qi, it could be said that he or she was a talent in cultivation.

“The disciples with number eighty-nine, please get on the arena for the competition.”

Murong Chi got on the arena. His opponent, a fat kid, had cultivated the first level of Qi.

Murong Chi lifted his spiritual power, and the audience was in uproar.

“Third level of Qi cultivation? Really! ”

“Genius, he really is a genius.”

“I’m gonna take this disciple. You guys are not allowed to choose him.”

“How? Old man, when this boy takes the first place, let him choose for himself.”

…

Qing Yangzi caressed his horsetail whisk, “Ha ha ha, I haven’t seen such a prodigy for nearly a hundred years. Senior Brother, he is nearly close to catch up with you at the previous time. It seems that he will win the first prize in this ceremony for sure.”

“Who is he?”Zhuo Hua was not sure if this child was Nan Chen. In Become the Demon, the author just skipped the competition plot. Readers only knew that Nan Chen won the first place.

“He? A kid from Murong Family.”

In order to prevent the Demonic Cult from placing scout, every disciple who had been admitted by the Muyang Temple had to go through strict identity verification.

“Murong family? The royal family of Beicang State? ”

“Yes, why, Senior Brother wants to accept him as your disciple?”

“We’ll see.”

Then they stopped talking.

After three strokes, Murong Chi easily beat his opponent.

“The disciples with number ninety, please get on the arena.”

A boy and a girl went on stage.

The two kids lifted spiritual power.

The girl was on the first level of Qi cultivation, while the boy was on the second level.

However, because the third level of Qi cultivation had shown in the previous competition, the audience was not that surprised like before.

“The disciples are rather competent this year.” Qing Yangzi nodded, very satisfied.

Zhuo Hua looked at the little boy on the stage and felt that he was the one he had been looking for.

“Qing Yangzi, what is the name of that child?”

Qing Yangzi looked at the boy and replied, “He is Nan Chen, whose parents died not long ago. He is a poor child.”

On the other hand, Nan Chen struck the little girl down the arena with only one trick.