Chapter 10: Fatty Wu

I saw a short-haired, round-faced, slightly fat young man standing helplessly in front of a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe and begging: "Master, please give me another chance. I will never make the same mistake again next time!"

"Fat Wu, you are no longer a disciple of Lingxian Sect. Leave the sect immediately and stop making trouble!"

"Master, I know that you are unhappy because I haven't paid the tribute recently. But I am really short of money recently. Please give me some time. Next month, next month I will definitely make up for it with the spiritual stones!!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

The middle-aged man in the Taoist robe changed his face when he heard this.

He quickly looked around and found that Zhang Yun and Mu Sheng were just walking up the mountain road. His face twitched and he quickly grabbed the fat boy's hand: "Come with me!"

He wanted to leave immediately.

"Wait a minute!"

But a voice suddenly sounded.

The middle-aged man in the Taoist robe paused and looked at Zhang Yun who spoke with a smile: "Is there something wrong with the elder Jiu... Jiu?"

Zhang Yun ignored him. At this moment, his eyes were attracted by the fat boy next to him.

【Wu Xiaopang】

Qualification: Saint level. Overlord Saint Body (not awakened); inferior spiritual root (can be transformed into Saint King spiritual root)

Realm: First level of Qi Refining

Practice method: Surge Spirit Technique (low-level practice method)

Combat skills: Surge Spirit Fist

Disadvantages: First, Saint level qualification is not developed, Overlord Saint Body is not awakened. Second, the practice method gathers spiritual energy at the back of the neck, making it the gate of life. Third...

Training suggestions: Help him obtain Overlord Qi to activate Overlord Saint Body, change his practice method...

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Saint level qualification? Overlord Saint Body?

Zhang Yun was surprised.

This is the second disciple with such qualifications he has met.

On the side, Mu Sheng frowned slightly when he saw Zhang Yun calling the two middle-aged men in Taoist robes.

He heard the conversation between the latter two, which clearly revealed that the middle-aged man in Taoist robes had received spiritual stones from the fat boy.

The master received spiritual stones from the apprentice, and he could guess the trick after thinking about it. If this matter were to get out, it would have a big impact on their sect master peak!

"Ninth Elder, this is an internal matter of our sect master peak, we will handle it ourselves!"

Mu Sheng immediately spoke up and said to the middle-aged man in Taoist robes in a deep voice: "Go back and wait for notification!"

The middle-aged man in Taoist robes turned pale when he heard this.

He cursed his bad luck and was caught by Mu Sheng, the sect master's disciple. He looked at Wu Xiaopang with some resentment: "You are not my disciple anymore, get out!"

"Master..."

Wu Xiaopang wanted to say something else.

But the middle-aged man in Taoist robes had already left without looking back.

"Leave the sect yourself!"

Mu Sheng said lightly.

Wu Xiaopang trembled and his face turned pale.

Is his dream of cultivating immortals coming to an end just at the beginning?

Not many people know how much effort he has put in to be able to cultivate. As a person of inferior spiritual roots, he was not favored by others since he started practicing. Both outsiders and family members advised him to be an ordinary person and not to have any hope for practice.

But he was unwilling to give up.

When he was young, he almost died in the mouth of a monster in a mountain forest. At the critical moment, a cultivator wearing shining golden armor came and cut the monster several meters tall with one knife, and floated away...

That scene was deeply imprinted in his mind, and it is still vivid in his mind.

Since then, cultivating immortals has become his dream.

For this dream, he did not hesitate to quarrel with his family and ran away from home. He paid all the price and finally asked for help from Lingxian Sect, becoming a middle-aged registered disciple in Taoist robes as a deacon.

He was expecting to start cultivating immortals, but for half a year, the other party didn't teach him anything except a low-level technique. Instead, he arranged a bunch of chores for him to do every day, and he had to pay a sum of spirit stones as offerings and tuition every month.

Although it was different from his expectations, he still resolutely completed every chores required by the other party. He hoped that his efforts would be seen by the other party and his registered identity would be removed.

But the final result was that just because he failed to pay the spirit stones on time this month. The other party picked out a small mistake when he completed the chores and wanted to expel him...

Wu Xiaopang bit his lips tightly, feeling indescribably aggrieved.

Mu Sheng saw that he didn't move, and was a little unhappy: "Why are you still standing there? Leave quickly. We don't keep outsiders in our sect master peak!"

Wu Xiaopang trembled when he heard the words, lowered his head bitterly, and took a step.

As soon as he took a step, he felt his calf soften and his body fell forward uncontrollably.

Bang!

Just when he was about to fall, a strong hand held him up: "Your name is Wu Xiaopang, right? Are you interested in joining my Ninth Peak?"

The gentle voice in his ear made Wu Xiaopang startled. He looked up at Zhang Yun who was holding him beside him, a little dazed.

Seeing this, Mu Sheng frowned and said in a deep voice: "Ninth Elder, this is the internal affairs of our main peak, you'd better not interfere!"

"Who interfered with your internal affairs?"

Zhang Yun rolled his eyes and said: "I like this young man and want to take him as my apprentice, is it not possible?"

Like?

Mu Sheng grinned, who would believe it?

Although he was not familiar with Wu Xiaopang, since he could only become a nominal disciple by worshipping a deacon, and it seemed that he had to rely on spending spirit stones to get in, it was enough to see how poor his qualifications were.

In his opinion, Zhang Yun wanted to accept Wu Xiaopang, most likely to ask him more details about the granting and receiving of spirit stones by Deacon Li.

Mu Sheng said in a deep voice: "Ninth Elder, this matter concerns the reputation of our sect's main peak. If the matter is really made a big deal, Master will also be unhappy!"

"Whatever you think!"

Zhang Yun was too lazy to pay attention to him, and looked at Wu Xiaopang with a smile: "Are you interested? You should have heard of my name. Although there were some problems in the cultivation process, at least I have had successful experience. Now I have only one disciple under my command. If you join, you will be my second disciple!"

"You...you want to accept me as a formal disciple?"

Wu Xiaopang's face was full of disbelief.

He had heard of the name of the Ninth Elder, a strange elder who cultivated himself to the point of being possessed and his cultivation level regressed.

But what about it?

No matter how bad he is, he is still an elder! And if the other party wants to accept him as the second disciple, he will be a formal disciple, not a registered disciple!

"Of course!"

Zhang Yun nodded.

"Yes! I am willing to join the Ninth Peak!!"

Wu Xiaopang did not hesitate, fearing that Zhang Yun would regret it, and quickly performed a ceremony of apprenticeship: "Master, please accept my apprentice's greetings!"

"Okay! From today on, you are my disciple of Zhang Yun!"

Zhang Yun was full of smiles.

Mu Sheng frowned on the side.

He had already made it so clear, why did Zhang Yun still accept him?

Is he really interested in Wu Xiaopang?

He looked at Wu Xiaopang, and a trace of disgust flashed across his eyes.

If nothing else, the other party's figure is not what a normal cultivator should have. Generally, after practicing spiritual energy and washing away impurities in the body, the figure will become well-proportioned. Wu Xiaopang is still so fat, and there are probably some problems with him.

It is often more difficult for such people to practice!

Zhang Yun accepted this disciple, is he playing?

Ignoring Mu Sheng, Zhang Yun smiled and said, "Xiao Pang, I have something to deal with now. Go directly to the ninth peak, where your senior brother is. When I finish my business, I will come back to find you!"

"Okay, Master!"

Wu Xiao Pang nodded, swept away the previous haze, and headed towards the ninth peak excitedly.

After Zhang Yun watched him leave with a smile, he continued to walk to the top of the sect master's peak, humming a little tune leisurely, in a good mood.

These two disciples were a complete surprise to him!

Mu Sheng next to him was speechless for a while.

Is it so happy to accept a registered disciple who is not even wanted by a family's deacon?

Sure enough, the rumors are right, this guy is a weirdo!

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On the top of the sect master's peak, in the magnificent sect master's hall.

When Zhang Yun arrived, he found that in addition to him, there were many elders of the Lingxian Sect present. Including Meng Zhong.

Seeing Zhang Yun coming, Meng Zhong snorted lightly.

Zhang Yun ignored him and looked at the leader of the Lingxian Sect, who was sitting in the main seat above the hall in a purple Taoist robe.

"Ninth Elder, please take a seat!"

The leader of the Lingxian Sect said indifferently.

Zhang Yun nodded and found a seat in the hall.

He glanced at the elders in the field and thought.

He thought the leader of the Lingxian Sect was looking for him alone, but he didn't expect that other elders were also called. Judging from this posture, there is something to be announced.

"It seems that all the elders of your sect have arrived. Fellow Lingxian, it's time for my guest to come on stage, right?"

Shortly after Zhang Yun arrived, a hearty laugh suddenly came from outside the Sect Master's Hall.

Everyone was startled.

Then a strong man in a black and gold robe walked in outside the hall.

As soon as this person walked into the Sect Master's Hall, the invisible aura he exuded made the temperature in the entire hall seem to drop by several degrees.

The air became a little oppressive.

Zhang Yun felt his breath was slightly choked, and he looked at the sturdy man in surprise.

Yuanying Stage!

This feeling was only brought to him by the leader of Lingxian Sect who was in Yuanying Stage. The black-gold-robed sturdy man in front of him was a cultivator in Yuanying Stage?

The elders of Lingxian Sect present also felt this kind of oppression, and all of them were surprised.

"Daoyou Nanshan, this is my Lingxian Sect!"

But soon, with a faint voice, Zhang Yun and the elders of Lingxian Sect felt their bodies lighten, and the oppressive feeling disappeared.

"Daoyou Lingxian, don't mind. I was just joking with the elders of your sect!"

The black-gold-robed sturdy man smiled at the leader of Lingxian Sect, restrained his breath, looked at Zhang Yun and other Lingxian Sect elders and said: "You elders may not have met me yet. I took office three years ago and am the leader of Nanshan Sect of this generation!"

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