The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms
Chapter 1738 - Chapter 1738 Chapter 1735 Requesting Fufeng Daoist_1

Chapter 1738: Chapter 1735: Requesting Fufeng Daoist_1 Chapter 1738: Chapter 1735: Requesting Fufeng Daoist_1 Yang Chen was now hesitating in place.

How could he help the Ling Family solve this problem? Although his identity as a core disciple was prestigious, he had no real power.

When he initially agreed to Ling Xiu, it was purely because he saw her crying incessantly and couldn’t help but give in.

Now it was too late to change his mind even if he wanted to.

Yang Chen shook his head, hesitated for a while, and then muttered to himself, “At this point, I can only go all in, turning my lies into truth.”

He had mentioned Fufeng Daoist as his master before, so now he would go find Fufeng Daoist.

He decided to treat a dead horse as if it were alive, not caring about the consequences.

And so, on the second day, Yang Chen set out to visit Fufeng Daoist’s residence. For this, he had specially inquired about the location, which turned out not to be on the top of the Seven Peaks, but on the mid-slope of Purple Forest Peak.

This was a place where only Daoist-level experts could live, seeking a quiet cultivation spot, a privilege not enjoyed by other disciples and elders.

After all, Daoist-level experts were the true top powerhouses of the Xuandao Sect.

If an ordinary inner disciple wanted to meet Fufeng Daoist, they could hardly even approach his residence, let alone see him.

Only Yang Chen, as a core disciple, had a slightly better chance. Even so, he was stopped at the entrance by a young Daoist boy who served at Fufeng Daoist’s side.

This Daoist boy had rosy lips and white teeth, looking about fourteen or fifteen years old, but his cultivation base had already reached the Earth Martial Realm.

It was not surprising since he followed Fufeng Daoist, and it would have been difficult for his cultivation level to be low.

Now, the Daoist boy stopped Yang Chen and said gently, “Senior Brother Yang, it’s not that I want to stop you, but Master does have rules against unrelated people entering at will. You should go back, lest Master finds out and gets angry again.”

Yang Chen understood the Daoist boy’s good intentions, but he would not leave easily without seeing Fufeng Daoist today. So he said, “Junior brother, you just need to tell Elder Fufeng that I, Yang Chen, have come to visit him. If he is willing to meet, it will be my good fortune. If he is not, I will leave when I realize my fortune is not enough. Of course, I won’t let you run errands for nothing, these divine stones will serve as a gift from me, your senior brother.”

Having said that, Yang Chen handed over a storage bag.

The Daoist boy was initially unimpressed, but after opening the bag and seeing the divine stones, he involuntarily gasped, thinking Yang Chen was really generous.

He originally did not want to help Yang Chen, but having received his gift, the boy couldn’t say anything else. Showing respect, he said, “Senior Brother Yang, since you are sincere, I will give it my best effort to ask Master.”

“Thank you,” said Yang Chen.

The Daoist boy then entered the room, and after a while, he came out with a weird look on his face and said, “Senior Brother Yang, my master invites you in.”

He wondered why his master easily agreed to meet Yang Chen, as usually his master hardly ever met with other disciples, even core disciples.

Yang Chen’s face lit up with joy, and he bowed before entering the room.

Upon entering the room, the surrounding environment suddenly changed into a scene of a world of peach blossoms falling, a paradise.

In the center was a large lake, and in the lake, a small boat was anchored, with a man seated on the boat.

This man was sitting cross-legged, wearing a conical bamboo hat, meditating silently.

Yang Chen, of course, recognized the man’s face. Wasn’t this Fufeng Daoist?

“Master, Yang Chen is here,” the Daoist boy said.

Yang Chen also bowed respectfully, “Junior pays respects to Elder Fufeng.”

“Little Lin, you can leave first,” Fufeng Daoist said without opening his mouth. His voice lingered around, deeply ingrained in people’s memory, making it hard to forget, as if his voice was the law, the way.

This made Yang Chen feel a little more respect and dare not look directly at Fufeng Daoist.

As for the Daoist boy, there was envy in his eyes as he retreated. After all, even though he had been serving at Fufeng Daoist’s side for many years, he seldom had such an opportunity to be alone with his master.

After the Daoist boy left, Fufeng Daoist finally spoke, “Yang Chen, it’s been about two months since you joined the sect, right?”

“Yes, it’s been about that long.” Yang Chen replied.

“At first when you joined, you refused to be a disciple of any of us Daoist masters. Now what? Have you realized and come to pledge yourself as my disciple?” Fufeng Daoist’s mouth curled up, “Kid, joining me as a disciple is the best choice you’ve made.”

It was obvious that Fufeng Daoist had misunderstood, thinking that Yang Chen came here to be his disciple.

This left Yang Chen with a headache.

What he feared the most was exactly this, and now Fufeng Daoist still thought so. How was he going to respond?

Yang Chen couldn’t help but laugh and cry, not daring to pretend to be profound. He had to bite the bullet and say, “Senior, my intention in coming here today is not to become your disciple. I hope you don’t misunderstand!”

“Oh?” Fufeng Daoist’s face darkened, and he immediately said, “Kid, are you playing with me?”

His voice seemed to carry a cold wind, making people shiver in fear.

Yang Chen, of course, heard the anger in Fufeng Daoist’s tone and quickly said, “Please don’t misunderstand, senior. I certainly don’t have the courage to play with you. It’s not that I don’t want to be your disciple, but I want to become a true inheritor disciple through my own efforts and shut some people’s mouths. After becoming a true inheritor disciple, then I will decide on my choice of master. I swear, if I want to be your disciple, you would be my only choice.”

Although Fufeng Daoist was still somewhat unhappy, he eventually did not fuss with Yang Chen.

He could tell that Yang Chen had no intention of being his disciple, and what he said was just empty talk, not to be taken seriously.

But there was one thing Yang Chen said that was good enough, that if he wanted to have a master, Fufeng Daoist would be his only choice.

This gave Fufeng Daoist enough face, and as for what Yang Chen was thinking, it didn’t matter to him.

Fufeng Daoist went along with Yang Chen’s words and said, “Hmph, you little guy are really competitive with Menghen Daoist, insisting on becoming a true inheritor disciple through your own efforts. I can’t control that. But since you do not want a master, why have you come to me today?”

Yang Chen quickly replied, “Junior came today to ask senior to help me with something. As long as senior is willing, I am ready to offer enough contribution points in return.”

“Enough contribution points? Kid, tell me how many contribution points you have.” Fufeng Daoist asked, “If it’s just a few hundred, I would advise you to go back.”