Chapter 28 Unusual Acts in Apprenticeship

Wanwan’s expression changed in an instant. She watched Chu Feng warily, her hands hidden behind her back, fingers weaving together as she formed one seal after another—clearly prepared to fight at any moment. All this, of course, did not escape Chu Feng’s notice.

Chu Feng shook his head and said, “Rest assured, I mean you no harm. In fact, I come with nothing but goodwill toward you.”

Wanwan frowned. “Then I’d like to hear what you have to say.”

Chu Feng smiled. “My name is Chu Feng, one of the five Immortal Venerables of the Supreme Profound Dao Sect. But I am not at the Nascent Soul stage; I am at the Mid-Transformation stage. Seeing your extraordinary talent, I intend to accept you as my disciple. Are you willing?”

Wanwan was indeed surprised upon hearing Chu Feng possessed Mid-Transformation cultivation. That realm was certainly powerful in its own right. But then she heard his intention to take her as a disciple, and she laughed.

She shook her head. “I’m sorry. I have no desire to take a master, but I appreciate your kind offer, Immortal Venerable.”

Chu Feng was speechless. “Is it that you’re unwilling, or do you think I am unqualified to be your master?”

Wanwan replied, “Those are not my words.”

Chu Feng shook his head. “You should think carefully. In every sect there are schemes and struggles; I believe you know this well. If you become my disciple, you’ll have my protection, which will save you much trouble.”

“Moreover, I can promise you this: If you ever leave the Supreme Profound Dao Sect, the bond of master and disciple between us will be nullified. How does that sound?”

Wanwan frowned. “Do you know something?”

Chu Feng said, “It’s not what I know, but what you want me to know.”

Daughter of Fortune.

Her cultivation should be at the Transformation stage.

The realm mentioned by the system before must have been information from a thousand years in the future.

Her fortune value reached nine hundred thousand.

This was the highest he had ever encountered.

One must know: a fortune value above one hundred thousand marks a Child of Fortune; above one million, a Child of Destiny; above ten million, a Child of the World.

Fortune is not immutable.

Of course, with strong fortune comes great potential and boundless prospects.

To conquer her would require a completely different approach than with Shen Qianxue or Lu Linglong.

Move her with emotion, convince her with reason.

Conquest value is not solely measured by force; emotional bonds can also be a method of conquest.

At first, Chu Feng thought his plan had failed.

After all, his reasons were indeed insufficient.

Yet unexpectedly, Wanwan suddenly said, “Very well. While I remain in the Supreme Profound Dao Sect, I can be your disciple. But as you said, once I leave, the bond of master and disciple between us will be dissolved.”

“Agreed,” Chu Feng nodded.

“Since you are my master, come with me to Lone Mountain. There’s no need to remain in the inner sect.”

“Alright.”

Wanwan nodded.

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Soon, the news that Chu Feng had accepted Wanwan as his disciple spread throughout the Supreme Profound Dao Sect.

A storm swept through the entire sect.

This was a Nascent Soul Immortal Venerable, someone with considerable status and influence not only in the sect but in all of Sword Province.

To become the disciple of an Immortal Venerable would instantly transform one’s standing in the sect.

From an ordinary disciple, she would leap to the rank of a true legacy disciple.

“I knew Wanwan refused to become the disciple of the Golden Core Elder for a reason—she was waiting for something big, to be accepted by a Nascent Soul Immortal Venerable.”

“That’s called holding out for a better offer. Who wouldn’t, given she has the talent?”

“Do you think a divine physique is handed out for free? If I had it, I’d seek an Immortal Venerable as a master as well.”

Naturally, Wanwan’s elevation to Immortal Venerable’s disciple elicited more envy and resentment than anything else.

Yet, there was one exception.

That was Fang Yun.

At this moment, Fang Yun was nearly mad.

When he thought of the benefits of becoming an Immortal Venerable’s disciple, he imagined that, by then, no woman would elude him—including Wanwan, who would become his, at his mercy.

“No, I must become an Immortal Venerable’s disciple as well.”

“If someone else can do it, so can I.” A wild notion surged in Fang Yun’s mind.

Why should Wanwan be the one to become an Immortal Venerable’s disciple?

If she could, so could he.

He possessed the Evil Dragon Technique.

He could seize everything from female cultivators, including their talent.

Eventually, he too could become a divine physique, even a sacred physique.

With a determined grit, Fang Yun headed straight for Lone Mountain.

Time flew by, and a month passed in a blink.

After Chu Feng brought Wanwan to Lone Mountain, he seemed to forget about her entirely, vanishing without a trace.

At this time, Chu Feng knew that doing more would only backfire—better to leave her alone for now.

However, that day, a vast crowd appeared at the foot of Lone Mountain.

Nearly ten thousand people.

When Chu Feng had entered the Nascent Soul realm, he had chosen, out of humility, not a famous mountain or blessed land, but the remote Lone Mountain within the sect as his domain.

Most in this crowd had come out of curiosity.

Just yesterday, Fang Yun had publicly announced something astonishing.

He, too, wanted to become a disciple of the Immortal Venerable.

It caused a huge uproar.

How could he possibly be worthy?

One might say they came to see a spectacle, but in truth, they came for a laugh.

Fang Yun cared nothing for their ridicule.

Did they have any idea what he had endured this past month?

To improve his talent and increase his bargaining power, he had worked tirelessly day and night, finally elevating himself from a mere top-tier mortal physique to a top-tier spiritual physique.

Most importantly, his luck held—he even gained a hint of bloodline power, awakening a bloodline.

Though it was only a low-grade spiritual bloodline, combined with his physique, it was comparable to a king’s body.

This was his qualification to become a disciple.

Unfortunately, this was the Supreme Profound Dao Sect.

He couldn’t go too far.

He could only draw some essence, not take lives. Otherwise, not only would he fail to become a disciple, he would become a public enemy, hunted like a rat.

Strictly speaking, he could have waited longer.

But he simply couldn’t.

He remembered Wanwan’s words that day—she actually knew he practiced the Evil Dragon Technique.

Ever since, he felt like he was sitting on needles, afraid Wanwan would expose him.

Only by becoming Chu Feng’s disciple could he resolve everything.

So he came.

He brought over ten thousand people.

Fang Yun knelt at the foot of Lone Mountain and shouted loudly, “Disciple Fang Yun wishes to become the Immortal Venerable’s disciple. I beg the Immortal Venerable to grant my wish!”

His voice echoed across the entire Lone Mountain.

Fang Yun, this Child of Fortune, appeared in the Supreme Profound Dao Sect, and naturally Chu Feng took notice.

Such fortune value meant rewards aplenty.

Fang Yun’s actions over the past month intrigued Chu Feng—absorbing yin and replenishing yang, but with restraint. Indeed, a talent.

Had he caused deaths, Chu Feng would have acted long ago.

But he hadn’t.

Love between men and women, all by consent—Chu Feng truly couldn’t intervene.

Yet, Fang Yun was a peculiar one, bringing a crowd to Lone Mountain to seek Chu Feng as his master.