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“May I ask your age, fellow cultivator?
“Tell me, have you been taking rejuvenation elixirs so that you look so young? You look quite handsome too!”
Shabby Taoist Master mumbled as he circled Tang Hao.
Tang Hao rolled his eyes and said, “I’m eighteen this year! I haven’t taken any elixirs.”
“I don’t believe it! You must be lying!” Shabby Taoist Master was so angry that the ends of his handlebar mustache curled upward.
Taoist Master Chang Qing saw that and came over. “Senior Brother, Fellow Cultivator Tang is really eighteen years old. He had a fortuitous encounter.”
Shabby Taoist Master turned around and glared at Taoist Master Chang Qing.
He understood what he was saying, but his ego stood in the way.
“Let’s focus on serious business, Senior Brother. We should get going! Otherwise, the sky will turn dark soon, and things will be a lot trickier at night,” Taoist Master Chang Qing said.
“Alright, alright! Let’s go. With this kid around, we might just be able to wreck the nest those old wretched things,” Shabby Taoist Master grumbled and went into the car.
“Let’s go, Fellow Cultivator Tang!” Taoist Master Chang Qing said to Tang Hao. Then, he sat in the driver’s seat.
The car drove off after Tang Hao got into the car, heading toward Bronze Sparrow Ridge.
“Not bad, kid! You’re a pretty advanced cultivator. I haven’t seen a kid as outstanding as you are for a long time.” Shabby Taoist Master spoke like a veteran as he looked at Tang Hao.
“Right, which sect are you from? What is your tenet? Who is your master? I might have heard of them before! The cultivation world of Huaxia isn’t too big or too small, and I know many of the old masters.”
“I don’t have a master. I’m also not sure which sect or tenet I follow,” Tang Hao said.
Shabby Taoist Master nearly did a spit take.
“You… don’t have a master?” His eyes were bulging.
“Yeah,” Tang Hao said calmly.
“Ahem!” The elderly Taoist master coughed to regain his composure. “Haha! I was overreacting earlier. It’s no big deal that a practitioner doesn’t have a master, isn’t that right?”
His face bore an awkward expression even though he said so.
“Are you renowned in the cultivation circles, Taoist Master Xuan Ling?” Tang Hao asked.
“Haha, isn’t that so! I’m the spokesperson of Mao Mountain! Who doesn’t know about me?” The elderly Taoist master said gleefully while slapping his chest.
“So… what is the cultivation world like?” Tang Hao asked curiously.
“Well! The cultivation world in Huaxia is quite complicated. There are official sects and there are also hidden ones. It’s hard to explain everything in brief.”
“That many?” Tang Hao was a little shocked.
“Isn’t that so? You ought to know the size of Huaxia. Even if there are many sects and tenets, it’s nothing compared to the cultivation world in ancient times.
“You ought to know the past glories of the Huaxia cultivation world. Now, even the animist shamans from Nanyang dare to bully us, and let’s not even mention those Westerners.” (TN: ‘Nanyang’, or literally ‘southern seas’, generally refers to the regions to the south of mainland China bordering the South China Sea, and Southeast Asia.)
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