Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty Five – Gains (2/2)

Many of the previous incidents had just been him acting rashly in anger against the gravestone, but now … …

The gravestone seemed to detect Pu Yao’s thoughts. The black energy suddenly grew!

Immersed in his wonderful dreams, Zuo Mo noticed the abnormality of the gravestone. He pointed with shock at the gravestone and asked Pu Yao with a curious expression, “What is it doing?”

Pu Yao’s mood suddenly became good. Glancing at the gravestone, he snicked, “Oh, he saw your consciousness improved greatly and is happy for you.”

“Oh!” Zuo Mo understood and then asked, “Right, Pu, what are the two moves you taught me today called? They are very powerful!”

Looking at Zuo Mo, Pu Yao felt even better and looked, with mirth at the corner of his mouth, at the gravestone.

Before, I did not compete with you, but now … …

The mirth at his lips disappeared. He turned his gaze to Zuo Mo, and raised an eyebrow. “How is it? Nice to use? Not lacking compared to the Great Day mo physique?”

“Not lacking, not lacking!” Zuo Mo rubbed his hands and snickered.

… … Have you not clearly seen the true quality of this person … … this person would call anyone that gives him milk mother … …

Pu Yao was very smug.

… … But my path overall has more of a future than your road … …

… … Teacher, are you happy … …

Countless thoughts flashed through Pu Yao’s mind.

Zuo Mo found to his surprise that Pu Yao’s expression had become stern.

“It is called the Archaic Wasteland Sacrificial Art.” Pu Yao’s voice was deep. “Just like [Little Thousand Leaf Hands] it is an entire set of yao arts, and was created by another Sky Yao,my teacher.”

“Your teacher?” Zuo Mo was very shocked.

Pu Yao would rarely speak of the past. This was the first time Pu Yao had spoken of his own history.

“Yes, my teacher!” Pu Yao had an reminiscent expression. His expression was stern without any of the nonchalance he usually had. He looked focusedly at Zuo Mo. “Zuo Mo, are you sure you want to learn?”

Pu Yao’s complete shift in attitude caused Zuo Mo to feel the unusual nature of this matter.

He didn’t agree immediately and asked cautiously, “Pu, to learn this set of Archaic Wasteland Sacrificial Art, are there any requirements?”

“Very simple, you accept the succession of this branch.”

“Can you be more concrete?” Zuo Mo carefully asked.

“Concrete?” Pu Yao stilled. He had never thought about the problem of accepting students. Being asked by Zuo Mo now, he didn’t know what to say. He tilted his head and thought back to when Teacher had accepted him.

“Before you accept students, you must travel to the First Yao Art House of the yao realm and enter your name into the Sky Yao Pavilion.”

Thinking about it, Pu Yao suddenly felt ashamed. He remembered the hopes Teacher had for him. Even though he had become a Sky Yao, but due to other reasons, he had not realized Teacher’s hopes.

This demand surprised Zuo Mo.

“Oh, you don’t need me to swear an oath?”

“Not necessary.”

“No rules?”

“No.”

“No restrictions?”

“No.”

The more Zuo Mo asked, the stranger he felt the situation was. This sect, oh, in his understanding, it was a sect. The requirements for acceptance for this sect was really low. As to being entered in Sky Yao Pavilion, Zuo Mo didn’t think of it as an important matter.

Accept students? That matter had nothing to do with him. Sky Yao Pavilion, who even knew what that was? But as long as he did not accept students, that had nothing to do with him.

By the end of the inquiry, Zuo Mo still didn’t quite believe it. Were yao sects so easy to enter?

In xiuzhe sects, every disciple had their duties, each needed to contribute to the sect in order to receive benefits.

Yet Pu Yao’s sect didn’t need any service and he could get benefits. It was so strange!

After thinking for a while, Zuo Mo felt there was only one possibility left.

Pu Yao’s sect was definitely a pitifully small sect.

Only the lowest and smallest sects would be so indiscriminating … …

Spat spat spat!

Zuo Mo found that he was now a part of the sect, and hurriedly stopped.

However, he had found the differences after such a contrast.

The gravestone had something like oaths to abide by and probably originated from a large sect which was why it had so many rules. Pu Yao’s sect was so loose and definitely was a small one.

“Oh, if I learn the Archaic Wasteland Sacrificial Art, can I still cultivate the Great Day mo physique?”

Zuo Mo shamelessly asked.

Translator Ramblings: Zuo Mo, always asking for a mile when he’s given an inch. Some things have to do with talent but there are also complicating factors.

The five hundred little yao arts are “little” so in this case, it means they are elementary and for beginners. They are not powerful enough to affect the world. In fact, it is probably going to be a disappointment if you have the expectation that “laws” are hugely powerful and understanding grants you a magical power or ability. Understanding something doesn’t mean you have the power to change or affect the world even if you understand how it works. So they are more limited than what other stories depict.