Cultivation Online

Chapter 18 - Mo Zhou“s Gratitude



Chapter 18 - Mo Zhou“s Gratitude



After standing there and pondering for a moment, Yuan decided that it would be better for him and Mo Zhou to just acknowledge being a disciple from the Blood Sect.


"That's right, I am indeed from the Blood Sect," he said with a confident voice.


"And I don't mind pretending what happened today did not occur, but you have to promise me that my friend, Mo Zhou, will no longer be bullied by his fellow disciples."


"Daoist Yuan!" Mo Zhou couldn't believe his ears and began crying. Why would Yuan go this far for him when he didn't do anything to really deserve this treatment?


"Mo Zhou, huh?" The Sect Leader turned to look at Mo Zhou for a moment before saying, "You will be my disciple starting today! Anyone who dares to touch you will have to answer me!"


"What?!"


When the Sect Leader made his announcement, everybody there gasped in shock, Mo Zhou included.


"Greet your new Master!" The Sect Leader continued.


Mo Zhou immediately kowtowed on the ground and bowed to him.


"This disciple greets Master!"


"Good! Starting today, you will be training under me!"


"Yes!"


Mo Zhou replied with enthusiasm in his voice.


Although Yuan did not expect such an outcome yet again, he was more than satisfied.


"Then I will be taking my leave," he said.


The Sect Leader nodded and looked at Mo Zhou again, "Go guide our guest to the exit!"


"Yes, Master!"


Thus, Mo Zhou brought Yuan and Xiao Hua away from the crowd.


Once they were gone, Sect Elder Jiang spoke, "Sect Leader… making Mo Zhou your disciple is a little bit…"


"Hmph!" The Sect Leader coldly snorted. "If you hadn't noticed by now, the sword technique used by that child is one of the Blood Sect's most powerful technique!"


"What?! Does this mean—"


"That child is definitely not just your average disciple from the Blood Sect. Judging from his prowess and ability to fight those many realms above himself, I won't be surprised if his Master is the Blood Sect's Master himself, Lord Blood!"


"Lord Blood!" Elder Jiang trembled in fear just by hearing his name.


"And if someone like him calls Mo Zhou his 'friend', then there's a high possibility that the Blood Sect will help us if we are ever in danger because of their relationship. If that's the case, then I won't hesitate to make him my disciple, even if it will make many disciples unhappy!"


Elder Jiang stared at him with a gaze filled with admiration. 'To think that the Sect Leader would be thinking so far ahead just to keep his Sect safe! It's no wonder why he's the Sect Leader!'


"Sect Leader is sharp and wise, to think I doubted your decision even for a moment. Please, forgive me."


"If you want to be forgiven, then take care of the rest of this mess!" The Sect Leader said before walking away.


The news of Mo Zhou, a mere Outer Court disciple, suddenly becoming the Sect Leader's disciple came out of the blue and shocked every disciple within the Flying Swords Sect, especially those already at the top.


"What?! How could a nobody like Mo Zhou be chosen as the Sect Leader's disciple when the rest of us have been working our asses off just for that spot?!"


"The Heavens are unjust! This world is unfair!"


No doubt many people began to despise Mo Zhou because of his luck and bullshit, but alas, with the Sect Leader behind his back, who would dare to touch him now?


Outside the Flying Sword Sect, Mo Zhou dropped to his knees and kowtowed to Yuan, who was slightly taken back by his behavior.


"What are you doing?" Yuan tried to lift him off the floor.


"Daoist— No! Brother Yuan! Everything you have done for me, I do not know if I will ever be able to repay you but I will do my best as the Sect Leader's disciple and will one day return this debt!"


Yuan smiled and casually waved his hands, "Don't worry about it. Like I'd already said many times, I am not doing this because I want any reward."


"No! This is not a reward! I am doing this because I want to, just like you!" he quickly responded.


Yuan could tell that Mo Zhou will not change his mind no matter what he says at this point so he only shook his head inwardly and accepted the outcome.


"Fine, do whatever you want."


"I will!"


"And good luck with that girl you fancy, I'm rooting for you."


"R-Right…" Mo Zhou began blushing.


"Then, I'll be leaving. I have already caused too much trouble in your place."


Yuan began walking away.


"Take care, Brother Yuan!" Mo Zhou waved at him from the Flying Sword Sect.


A few moments later, after Yuan left the Flying Sword Sect, messages appeared before his eyes:


«Congratulations! You have unlocked the Bond System!»


«'Mo Zhou' has been added to your Bond!»


«Mo Zhou's Bond level has increased to Acquaintance!»


«Mo Zhou's Bond level has increased to Friend!»


«Mo Zhou's Bond level has increased to Brotherhood!»


«Congratulations! Your Bond level with Mo Zhou has reached Brotherhood!»


«You have gained the following effect from Mo Zhou's Bond level: 'Mo Zhou's Gratitude'»


«Mo Zhou's Gratitude: Increases Sword Mastery by 25% and Sword Damage by 10%»


«Sword Mastery: Increases your control when wielding swords»


«Sword Damage: Increases your damage when wielding swords»


«Congratulations! You have unlocked Associations!»


«'Flying Sword Sect' has been added to your Associations!»


«Because of the drama you've caused there, your relationship with 'Flying Sword Sect' has decreased drastically!»


«Because of your bond level with 'Mo Zhou', Prime Disciple of 'Flying Sword Sect', your relationship with 'Flying Sword Sect' has increased greatly!»


«Congratulations! You have unlocked Fame!»


«Due to your actions at 'Flying Sword Sect', your Fame has increased by 10!»


«Fame: Increases as you make a name for yourself.»


Yuan nearly received a headache from the number of notifications being spammed.


"Where should we go now?" Yuan asked Xiao Hua as they left the area.


"Hmm..." Xiao Hua pondered as their figures entered the forest.



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