Read Novel Full Chapter 210: Who to Worship as a Teacher?
Chapter 210: Chapter 210: Who to Worship as a Teacher?
Translator: 549690339
One day, a buzzing news set the entire Purple Mist Sect astir.
Fang Lin was exceptionally promoted to be a True Disciple of Purple Mist!
This news originated from Purple Mist Peak. At first, nobody believed it, thinking that it was some malicious rumor.
But once the Sect Master’s decree was officially issued, everyone had no choice but to believe it.
“Another True Disciple following Qing Jian Zi of Purple Mist!”
“Now Fang Lin has really made a name for himself!”
“I’ve known it, after inheriting the Four Saints, he very likely will become a True Disciple!”
“But isn’t this too exaggerated?”
“Yes, he suddenly leapt from being a mid-level disciple to being a True Disciple of Purple Mist.”
Countless disciples were engaged in discussion. The news of Fang Lin’s promotion was too shocking, with an impact not less grand than his inheriting of the Four Saints.
Moreover, Fang Lin had just obtained the inheritance of the Four Saints, and in less than two hours, he had become a True Disciple of Purple Mist.
Most people acknowledged Fang Lin as deserving of the honor. Being a rare genius who had inherited the Four Saints, it was logical and reasonable for him to be promoted exceptionally, and there wasn’t a hint of impropriety.
However, there were indeed very few who voiced their doubts about Fang Lin’s exceptional promotion, among whom, Gu Daofeng was the most vocal.
After the announcement officially confirming Fang Lin’s promotion, Gu Daofeng climbed Purple Mist Peak in rage, indicating his strong dissatisfaction.
Elder Jin and several high-level members of the Purple Mist Sect sided with Gu Daofeng, hoping that Han Luoyun could reverse his decision.
But Han Luoyun’s attitude was resolute and unyielding. Gu Daofeng left in a huff and returned to the Pill Sect.
Upon Gu Daofeng’s return to the Pill Sect, many disciples heard that he was so angry about Fang Lin’s promotion that he coughed up blood.
Indeed, Gu Daofeng had coughed up blood, more than once. He was almost driven mad by his disrupted inner strength.
This time, Gu Daofeng was really infuriated. Unable to maintain calm, he had to take a large amount of pills and opt for seclusion.
That’s correct, this was the second time that Gu Daofeng secluded himself due to Fang Lin’s activities. The first time was to retreat from exposure.
And this time, it was for recuperation and to calm his emotions.
Upon learning that Fang Lin had become a True Disciple of Purple Mist, Gu Hanshan was filled with anger. He smashed everything within his sight and stormed into a mountain range outside of Purple Mist Sect to slay demon beasts and vent his anger.
As for Zhao Dengming and the other elders who had always been at odds with Fang Lin, their behavior changed significantly upon hearing the news of Fang Lin’s meteoric rise. They sequestered themselves completely in their residences with hardly any sightings of them.
There was just no option, Fang Lin was now too powerful. Even his status was already on par with, or perhaps even higher than, theirs.
After all, being a True Disciple of Purple Mist meant that Fang Lin had the backing of at least one high-level member of the Purple Mist Sect, a presence they were not capable of provoking.
Fang Lin became the center of attention, so much so that everyone in the Pill Sect felt somewhat stifled by his overwhelming presence.
It had been many years since the Pill Sect had seen a True Disciple of Purple Mist, not even Gu Hanshan was qualified, as he was merely a True Disciple of Pill Sect under the tutelage of his father, Gu Daofeng.
Whether in terms of status or position, Fang Lin was now above Gu Hanshan. When they met again, Gu Hanshan would need to show respect to him.
Nevertheless, two days after the news of Fang Lin’s promotion, there was still no concept of who he would take as a mentor. Even though many were curious about it, it remained that Fang Lin had yet to make a choice.
That day, in the Great Hall, Han Luoyun asked who Fang Lin would like to study under. Fang Lin could choose any person in the Hall, including Han Luoyun himself.
Naturally, Fang Lin would have loved to take Han Luoyun as his mentor, but glancing at Han Luoyun’s meaningful smile, he had a hunch that Han Luoyun had a plan for him.
So, Fang Lin told Han Luoyun that he wanted to consider for a few more days and would give a reply after three days.
Three days passed quickly, and Fang Lin was once again in the Purple Mist Great Hall, where many high-level figures of the Purple Mist Sect had gathered, even those elders who largely spend their time in seclusion appeared.
There were three elderly figures standing right at the front, with even Xing Tianxiao, the chief of the Martial Sect, standing behind them.
As Fang Lin entered, all eyes were on him, especially those of the three elderly men, who were keenly scrutinizing him with their cloudy old eyes as if trying to discern every inch of him.
Fang Lin felt a chill under their gaze, which made him somewhat uncomfortable.
“Greetings, Sect Master!” After greeting, Fang Lin stood there, focusing on the tip of his own nose, paying no mind to their scrutiny.
Han Luoyun broke the silence: “Three days have passed, have you decided who you want as your mentor?”
Before Fang Lin could reply, the three elderly men rushed to speak first.
One decrepit, bamboo-like elder rose and said: “Fang Lin, I am the former, former, former leader of the Pill Sect. In regards to the Alchemy Tao within the Purple Mist Sect, if I am second, no one would dare to claim first. Seeing your exceptional talent, I want to take you as a disciple. Are you willing?”
Just as that bamboo-like elder finished speaking, a second elder stepped forward and said, “Fang Lin, while I may not be high in the ranks of Alchemy Tao, I obtained three ancient medicinal herbs ten years ago, each having eight hundred years of heritage. If you agree to take me as your mentor, these three herbs will be gifted to you.”
Hearing about the eight-hundred-year old ancient herbs, Fang Lin’s eyes lit up, seemingly interested.
The first elder, the bamboo-like one, immediately glared at him. “Old Man Hu, your three ancient herbs are so old they’re almost rotten and you’re embarrassing yourself by bringing them out. Besides, what skills do you have to teach a disciple? You’d better refrain from competing with me.”
Old Man Hu, chubby and elder in years but rosy-cheeked and seemingly genial, retorted, “Mine are genuine ancient herbs, I couldn’t bear to use them myself, they’re meant for my disciple. If anyone accepts me as their mentor, the three herbs are theirs.”
While speaking, Old Man Hu even winked at Fang Lin as if hinting something.
Fang Lin gave a slight laugh, but remained silent. Deep down, however, he was quite tempted by those three ancient herbs.
A third elderly man, almost bald with only a few stubborn strands of white hair standing on his head, couldn’t help but add, “Fang Lin, I don’t have ancient herbs, but I do have a vial of an ancient beast’s essence. If you agree to be my disciple, this vial of essence is yours.”
Many high-level members of the Purple Mist Sect were startled; these three old figures were outdoing each other, even offering the essence of an ancient beast to entice Fang Lin.
Fang Lin looked at the three elderly men, feeling that becoming a disciple of any one of them would be pretty beneficial. But how should he choose?