Chapter 529 – Greenlotus Mountain, Old Monk (2/2)
“Fourth Grade Combat King; you have broken through two stages since you left, not bad. However, this is far from enough, as the burden on your shoulders is enormous. Master has told you before; in order for you to mature, you’ll have to walk through a path filled with hardships. Master won’t provide you any aid during this process. No, why have you come back? Do you want to stay in this deserted temple and live a boring life?”
The old monk said with a calm voice. However, it wasn’t hard to tell that he was disappointed in Tyrant. Sometimes, disappointment came from huge expectations, just like how the old monk had huge expectations for Tyrant. Even though Tyrant had proved himself to be an outstanding cultivator among those of his age, even if he wasn’t inferior to those super geniuses from the Great Leiyin Temple, his current achievements were far from meeting the old monk’s expectations.
“Master, the Great Leiyin Temple has invited you many times, so why do you keep rejecting them? What’s the point of staying in this place? With your strength, you can go wherever you please in this world. Also, every time I ask you about what happened to Ancestor Master, you never answered. You just kept telling me to cultivate.”
Tyrant was a stubborn man. He didn’t understand why his master did this. The Great Leiyin Temple was a supreme Buddhist existence. Anyone following the Buddhist path would feel prideful for being able to join the Great Leiyin Temple. However, his master had turned down every single invitation from them.
“You know nothing. The Great Leiyin Temple is far more complicated than you can imagine. This is a sinister world, and you’re too young, Tyrant. You’re a man endowed by nature with unusual intelligence, and you should feel proud that you’re able to inherit from your Ancestor Master. I have my reasons for staying here. As for those questions you asked me, I’ll give you the answers once you’re stronger than me.”
The old monk said.
“Master, you’re a Ninth Grade Minor Saint, when can I possibly become stronger than you? Furthermore, what kind of secret requires me to become a Great Saint before you can tell me?”
Tyrant was puzzled. It was extremely difficult to become a Great Saint, and it wasn’t something that could be attained just by relying on one’s innate talent.
“That’s why you shouldn’t waste any time and neglect your cultivation. No matter how long it’ll take, master will always wait for the day to come. Before you leave, master told you not to come back before you reach the Combat Emperor realm. Once you become a Combat Emperor, master will have something for you. If you die in the outside world, that will be your fate. However, you’re only a Fourth Grade Combat King, so why did you come back? Are you trying to receive praise from master?”
The old monk said, a hint of anger in his tone. It seemed like he was a bit exasperated at Tyrant’s failure to meet his expectations.
Tyrant finally remembered why he came back. He came back in order to save Jiang Chen and Big Yellow. He got a bit sidetracked, and couldn’t help but ask those questions after seeing the statue of his Ancestor Master. He only remembered his purpose upon seeing his master get angry.
”Master, there is a reason for why I came back this time. Master, please take a look.”
Tyrant stood up and waved his hand, taking Jiang Chen and Big Yellow out from his Qi Sea, then placed them on the ground.
The old monk rested his eyes on Jiang Chen’s face, then his eyes lit up. For some unknown reason, he actually sensed a familiar aura from this young man. Even though Jiang Chen was in a deep come, the vague expression on his face still brought a familiar feeling to this old monk. However, the old monk was certain he had never met this young man before, so where did that sense of familiarity come from? This was truly strange.
“Master, this man is Jiang Chen. He and this big yellow dog are both friends your disciple met in the Xuan Region. When I was in the Chaotic Ocean, I found a sarira, and while I was in secluded cultivation trying to absorb the sarira, some enemies found me and tried to attack me. It was these two who risked their lives to save me. Later on, both of them were attacked, and now suffer from severe injuries. Your disciple failed to save them, and that’s why I came back to master, hoping you can save them.”
Tyrant explained what happened back in the Liang Province.
The old monk was startled upon hearing what happened, but a vague expression of joy quickly emerged on his face. It had been a long time since any outsider was permitted to entire Greenlotus Mountain. However, the old monk wasn’t angry that Tyrant had brought outsiders here. Putting aside the fact that the monk felt a sense of familiarity from Jiang Chen, and had no mental repulsion, Tyrant’s kind attitude made the old monk feel gratitude. This little disciple of his had been wild and intractable since young, and although Tyrant had just ventured into the real world, he had made himself a friend of life and death; this was something the old monk wanted to see.
Especially when Tyrant could befriend a genius; that made him even happier, as it would be of great benefit to Tyrant’s future cultivation.
”You said you found a sarira?”
The old monk sent his divine sense into Tyrant’s body, then retracted it.
“Excellent, your luck is truly good. The sarira was left behind by a Third Grade Minor Saint. No wonder you’ve progressed so quickly. Your physique has been modified and improved; this is a fortune that belongs solely to yourself. I believe that you can break through to the Fifth Grade Combat King realm whenever you want.”
The old monk was happy with the news. He then squatted down next to Jiang Chen and threw out an examining look. With just one look, he was shocked, “Why is there such a strong and pure lightning energy within his body?”