Disciples Help Me Become Immortal

Chapter 9: Just a garbage Weapon, how dare you consider You can be My Master?

The woman cultivating in this mountain as well.

With her cultivation, she could perceive everything within a radius of tens of miles.

When Lin Feng killed the demon beast earlier, it caught her attention.

However, she only glanced at it. A postnatal realm teenager wasn't worth much of her attention. But when she discovered Lin Feng's direct breakthrough from the Postnatal Seventh Layer to the Pre-Heaven Realm in just one or two days, she couldn't remain calm anymore.

What kind of concept was this?

This was a concept of a White Talent, a path that could never be completed in one's lifetime. Even the core disciples of major sects, Blue Talents, would take ten years to reach this level.

And even she, with her Purple Talent, the pride of the heavens who could advance by leaps and bounds, couldn't break through to the Pre-Heaven Realm in just one or two years.

How could she remain calm?

She, who had never considered taking in disciples, was completely moved at this moment. Without hesitation, she treaded on air, covering ten feet with each step, and soon arrived beside Lin Feng.

Lin Feng, who had just broken through to the Pre-Heaven Realm, was preparing to follow the instructions of his master, finding a Pre-Heaven level demon beast to stabilize his cultivation. However, he was surprised to suddenly notice a woman standing in front of him.

The woman wore white, as beautiful as snow. But Lin Feng's eyes were full of vigilance because the woman was looking at him with an almost scorching gaze.

"May I ask who you are?" Lin Feng asked cautiously.

"Youngster, let me introduce myself first. I am Su Wenjiu from the Morning Mist Valley of the Eastern Territory. I came here just to ask you one thing: are you willing to accept me as your master and become my disciple?" The woman in white stood on air, her white clothes fluttering, looking down at Lin Feng.

"Accepting a master?" Lin Feng was taken aback, then quickly refused, "I'm sorry, senior, I already have a master."

"Already have a master?" Su Wenjiu couldn't help but frown. How could such a genius like him already have a master?

"Then may I ask, under whose tutelage are you?" Su Wenjiu persisted.

"I and my master reside in the Immortal River Sect, which is a hundred miles away." Lin Feng said directly.

"Immortal River Sect?" Su Wenjiu was somewhat surprised. She thought Lin Feng's master must be some extraordinary figure, but it turned out to be from the Immortal River Sect? As far as she knew, the Immortal River Sect was only a second-rate power in the Eastern Territory. Even if it was led by a sect master, it wouldn't catch her eye. How could a disciple like Lin Feng come from such a sect?

"Junior, the Immortal River Sect is nothing but a second-rate small sect in the Eastern Territory. With your talent, you should have better prospects, not confined to a second-rate sect." Su Wenjiu directly offered an olive branch, "My Morning Mist Valley is one of the sacred places in the Eastern Territory. As long as you agree, I can take you with me now."

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested." Lin Feng rejected her straightforwardly again.

Seeing the young man unmoved, Su Wenjiu couldn't help feeling annoyed, "Don't you know the power of sacred places?"

"I know." Lin Feng had been taught about these matters by his master.

"If you know, then why do you refuse..." Su Wenjiu frowned at Lin Feng, still unwilling to give up, "As long as you agree to be my disciple, you can choose from various cultivation resources, advanced techniques, and weapon treasures."

It seemed that mere verbal persuasion was not enough to convince Lin Feng. In the midst of her speech, a fiery red long sword was drawn from her sleeve. With a wave of her hand, the sword energy crisscrossed, and the flames scattered in the air, dazzling the eyes. Under her sword, a nearby cliff was abruptly cut in half. The power was astonishing!

Putting away the long sword, Su Wenjiu lightly touched the sword body, raising her red lips leisurely and saying, "This is the Fire Dance, an eighth-grade divine weapon, one of the most proud works of our Morning Mist Valley's number one weapon refiner."

"As long as you agree, this Fire Dance can be yours now." With that, she looked at Lin Feng again.

In her expectation, Lin Feng would definitely be amazed by the power of Fire Dance. Not only was it rare to have an eighth-grade treasure, but also Lin Feng's age and strength were here, how high could his vision be?

However...

Lin Feng remained expressionless. He didn't even spare a second glance at Fire Dance in her hand.

"This senior, as I said before, I already have a master, so please stop asking. I won't agree to you." Lin Feng rejected her solemnly.

Let alone a small sacred place in the Eastern Territory, even if it were a sacred place of this continent, what they offered couldn't compare to what Master Zhongqing had given him. Even if someone could offer something more precious than what Master Zhongqing gave him, Lin Feng wouldn't agree. He now only acknowledged Master Zhongqing!

In the Forbidden Zone, the Old Sword nearly laughed out loud. When did a shattered eighth-grade sword dare to come and fake it? In the eyes of the master on the Peak of the Shogunate, even an eighth-grade broken sword would not qualify as a fire stick. It was not an exaggeration to say that even a speck of dust from Master Zhongqing's nail was worth more than what your so-called sacred place could offer.

Watching Lin Feng leave after speaking, Su Wenjiu, holding Fire Dance, couldn't help but stand there dumbfounded.

A surge of anger surged from her chest. She was actually ignored by this kid. But considering Lin Feng's talent, she calmed her violently fluctuating chest, and suppressed her anger.

"I guess this kid hasn't seen much of the world and doesn't know what the difference between a sacred place and a second-rate sect represents."

"And according to the way this kid speaks, it seems like he respects teachers and values morals."

"That's a good thing, his character is not bad."

"Since I can't handle you, little guy, then I'll just directly handle your master."

In Su Wenjiu's eyes, it was just a second-rate sect. Even if Lin Feng was the direct disciple of the sect master, it was only so. Going to find them, explaining with reason and moving with affection, and offering some great benefits that seemed huge to them, should be enough to win this disciple. As long as Lin Feng's master was considering Lin Feng's well-being, he would also know that becoming her disciple was actually for Lin Feng's own good. Under her guidance and the resources of Morning Mist Valley, Lin Feng would inevitably go further in the future.

With this in mind, she temporarily put aside her annoyance and followed behind Lin Feng, neither too close nor too far.

After Lin Feng left, he fought several Pre-Heaven level demon beasts in the mountains and forests. After a series of battles, his newly breakthrough cultivation became extremely solid, and he also gained a lot of practical combat experience.

Seeing that this trip was completed satisfactorily, Lin Feng didn't linger anymore and hurried back to the Peak of the Shogunate. A hundred miles away wasn't much for Lin Feng now.

Before long, Lin Feng returned to the Peak of the Shogunate.

In the sky outside the Peak of the Shogunate, Su Wenjiu stood on air, overlooking the entire Peak of the Shogunate.

"Is this the place where that kid's master is?" She said, then stepped on air.

The next time she appeared, she was already on the Peak of the Shogunate.