Tyrant Sky Martial Soul
Chapter 186: The Master Chooses a Disciple_1

Chapter 186: Chapter 186: The Master Chooses a Disciple_1

Among the twenty-two people, only one had eyes that remained clear.

That was Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao had never considered himself inferior to anyone, especially after obtaining the Mountain and River Martial Soul; his cultivation speed had soared incredibly.

The geniuses who once seemed unattainably superior were left trailing behind him one by one.

"It is already a matter of pride that you have come here. Among you twenty-two, regardless of whether you will become the master’s disciples or not, all will receive a copy of near Transcendent Martial Arts as a reward, which you may choose at will."

The White Cloud Sect Leader, Real Person Yiran, greeted everyone with a fist and palm salute, smiling as he said, "Now, please follow me to the True Spirit Hall."

"Brother, it seems like there are quite a few people entering the True Spirit Hall this time. I remember back in our time, only three people managed to last until the end," Lin Ze said with a smile, looking towards Real Person Yiran.

"Hmm, you’re right. The youngsters of today really are much stronger than we were. Alas, when the three of us entered back then, it’s a pity none were chosen as the master’s true disciples, we were all just beginner disciples," replied the White Cloud Sect Leader with a nod before shaking his head, revealing a touch of disappointment.

This showed just how extraordinary it was to become a true disciple of Master Baiyun.

"Hmph, even becoming a beginner disciple is an achievement," Wan 犇 said with a cold huff.

He had lived most of his life, attained power and strength, yet the one thing he couldn’t let go of was the fact that he hadn’t been chosen as a true disciple by Master Baiyun.

That was a thorn in his heart.

But then again,

The huge transformation in his life, from an ordinary disciple of a small family to the current Baiyun Governor, was inseparably linked to being taken in as a beginner disciple by Master Baiyun.

Even being a beginner disciple was extraordinary.

He truly found it hard to imagine what being a true disciple would be like.

It was rumored that the other three true disciples of Master Baiyun had already ascended to the Transcendent Realm, though it was uncertain if this was true.

Following the White Cloud Sect Leader through a garden, the group arrived at the so-called True Spirit Hall.

Legend has it, it was here that Master Baiyun had his epiphany and ultimately broke through his constraints, ascending to the Transcendent Realm.

The True Spirit Hall, clearly refurbished and renovated, stood as one of the most eye-catching buildings within the White Cloud Temple.

Outside the True Spirit Hall, the White Cloud Sect Leader bowed towards the interior, saying, "Master, there are twenty-two who have passed the three challenges. I have brought them all here, please instruct them."

"All of you come in," replied a voice that was very kind, like a genial old grandfather without a hint of arrogance or pressure.

Yet, upon hearing these words, everyone felt an immense pressure.

This proved that true momentum isn’t something one can pretend to have; it is a display of genuine strength.

A Transcendent Warrior, even if he looks like an ordinary decrepit old man, will not be trifled with by those who know his capabilities.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Xiao then lifted his foot and followed the others into the hall.

Just then, an icy voice echoed in his ear: "Ling Xiao, you killed my brother. Sooner or later, you will pay for this blood debt!"

Fei Yu?

"Hmph, I killed your brother? You have slaughtered hundreds, maybe thousands, from the Ling Family and harmed countless Martial Artists from the Human Race. How will you account for that blood debt?" Ling Xiao retorted coldly, replying telepathically.

After all, this kind of technique is something any Martial Master Realm warrior can naturally learn.

"Then let’s see who dies first!"

Because this was the True Spirit Hall, Fei Yu dared not say more and clammed up, heading into the hall.

Ling Xiao did not continue to argue with him. After all, in front of a Transcendent Warrior, anything you do might be fully exposed.

He had decided that this time, no matter what, he could not use the Mountain and River Martial Soul.

It was his treasured trump card, the panacea for his success.

He couldn’t easily reveal it to anyone.

Unless one day, he had enough strength to protect himself.

But it was obviously not the case now.

The emotions of the twenty-two young martial artists who entered the great hall were much like Ling Xiao’s, perhaps even more tense than him.

Even Lin Ze, Wan 犇, and the White Cloud Sect Leader wore solemn expressions, daring not to make a sound.

On the other hand, Zuo Leng and Ming Tian didn’t seem to care much, still chatting leisurely with smiles on their faces.

A true disciple is indeed a true disciple ah, the treatment is simply different.

"Is that Master Baiyun?"

Someone asked in astonishment.

Because Master Baiyun’s appearance was far different from what they had imagined.

In their minds, Master Baiyun should be extraordinary and awe-inspiring, at the very least, exuding the demeanor of a master.

But what was the reality?

This Master Baiyun was dressed like a farmer, even trimming an odd flower there.

The flower had seven blossoms on it, all as clear as crystal, colorless, showing no signs of wilting.

Master Baiyun had his trouser legs rolled up, wearing a top like that of an old farmer, a straw hat on his head, and clenched a dry tobacco pipe in his mouth.

"Silence! Do you dare to doubt Master Baiyun?"

Wan 犇 snorted coldly, nearly slapping the young man to death with one palm.

Thankfully, at the critical moment, Master Baiyun exhaled a ring of smoke, easily blocking Wan犇.

"They are all good kids, why the need for aggression? What am I, after all? In your eyes, I might seem invincible, but once you reach my realm, you’ll understand that I’m really not worth mentioning."

Master Baiyun smiled slightly, put down the scissors in his hand, then walked over, tapped the dry tobacco pipe against the wall twice to make sure it was extinguished, and only then did he put it into his Storage Ring.

"Master, you are being modest."

Wan 犇 said.

"Modest?"

Master Baiyun laughed, without arguing, and then looked towards the twenty-two young martial artists standing below.

"When it comes to taking disciples, I never mind what race you are, be it Human Race, Ninja Clan, Green-eyed Clan, it doesn’t matter. After all, they are just low-level races. So you need not worry about your background; as long as you have the talent and potential, you can become my disciple."

While speaking, his gaze was as piercing as lightning, sweeping over the twenty-two young martial artists below.

Apart from Ling Xiao, the rest of the people felt as if they were struck by lightning, their souls undergoing violent fluctuations, leaving their minds blank in an instant.

Fortunately, Master Baiyun did not intend to harm them, otherwise, none of them would have survived.

"Hmm?"

Master Baiyun’s gaze fell on Ling Yi Xue and he paused, saying, "I didn’t expect to actually come across such a talent. Interesting."

"Has the master found a potential talent?"

Lin Ze and Wan 犇 asked in unison.

"Yes, but it’s a pity that only one is qualified to become my true disciple,"

Master Baiyun sighed.

What!

Hearing this, the initially confident and hopeful twenty-two people all felt a bit shocked.

And some even felt angry.

"Master’s words are naturally correct."

No one dared to doubt Master Baiyun’s judgment. A single glance from him made it crystal clear what level and talent these people had.

"Alright, don’t flatter me anymore. My old eyes are dim, and I can make mistakes, so let the ’Seven-Star Flower’ prove it."

Master Baiyun was cautious, after all, he was selecting a disciple. He didn’t eliminate everyone with a mere glance.

He still left a glimmer of hope for these children.