Ch75 - My name is Han Wuzheng. From today onwards, I will be your master (2/2)
Not everyone was in the dark like him. At this moment, two others were watching Xue Ling as he chose his profession and sect with the same level of concentration and aggression in their eyes. However, their emotions were totally different.
The man in white was satisfied when he saw that he had chosen the righteous path and was heading to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. He turned around, arranged an identity for himself, and then went to the sect await his arrival.
Within the man in black’s purple eyes, there was a rage that filled the sky and made the entire space tremble. Everything was shaking, and even the white tiger that had always followed the man curled up in the corner like a small kitten, terrified of its owner who had suddenly lost his temper.
After a long time, the anger that had no outlet was abruptly brought back under control, transforming into the sound of savage laughter.
The white tiger trembled even harder, the fur on its entire body standing on end. It was as though something terrible was about to happen.
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But, nothing happened. After laughing, the man restrained his aura and created a portal with a stroke of his hand. His appearance began to change, and gradually went from unbridled evil to become cold and angular.
It was a face that bore no resemblance to the original, but it was his favourite appearance. When he raised his lips and smiled, it was so warm and gentle that everyone in the world would feel happy. When he wiped all expression from his face, it was like facing a wall of ice that would not melt in a thousand years.
As he faced the portal, the man practiced several times before settling on an expression that was gentle like a spring breeze, his smile able to make one feel warm all the way to their toes.
The tiger behind him felt that this scene was even more terrible than his original rage and laughter, and was trying to roll it entire body into a ball as far away as possible. Unfortunately, it was still called over by the man. “Become a cat.” The man opened his mouth and demanded.
Being a divine beast, although this was very hurtful to the white tiger’s dignity, it was already the man’s mount and had no right to refuse. In order not to get killed, the poor tiger shrank itself bit by bit, until it turned into little black and white cat. After its transformation, it shamefully rushed over to its master and meowed, as though wanting to be spoiled.
The man frowned at it, but was reluctantly satisfied with its new appearance, calling for it to jump up to its shoulder as he stepped across the portal and entered a city.
The land of Jiuzhou had nine territories, nine major sects, and some smaller sects that were scattered throughout, which provided players who simply wanted to quietly spend their days in the game with options. Not everyone liked to fight and kill, right?
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Tianxuan Gate was the first amongst the mine main sects and yes, it belonged to the righteous path. Their cultivation path leaned towards the traditional ways, and were powerful in both attacking and magic. If one wanted to follow the righteous path, then Tianxuan Sect was the best choice. So, this was where the protagonist gong and shou had first met and developed their relationship in the early stages. In a sense, the two of them were disciple brothers, and later, they were of one mind when they betrayed the Tianxuan Gate and joined the devil’s path great sect that stood on the opposing side, the Tianmo Gate.
Other than these two leading sects, there were also various sects that allowed players who have not yet chosen a faction to enjoy the game. The Ten Thousand Swords Sect that Xue Ling had picked was one such sect. This was a place that did not care about one’s faction as long as they were dedicated to their sword. The entire sect was full of sword fanatics who treated their swords as though it was their lives. In their eyes, the sword was their way, and it had nothing to do with good and evil. Those who stood in the way of their sword were only things that needed to be killed.
Who cared if you were righteous or not?
The Ten Thousand Devil Grotto was suitable for ghost cultivators, the Joy Pavilion only accepted women, the demon cultivators’ Imperial Monster Sect, the Ink Sect that was for those who liked to craft and were interested in mechanics, other sects that were for farming or ranching, and the Sky Qin Pavilion that accepted any who dared to come…
These large sects would soon accept large numbers of fresh recruits during the recruiting fair that would be held soon in the future. Because Xue Ling arrived on the continent early, he had obtained a special recommendation and could enter the Ten Thousand Swords Sect in advance.
This way, he would be the eldest disciple brother in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect in the future, and no matter how many people joined after him, their position in the sect would be under his.
Although he knew that he was lucky, Xue Ling had not expected his golden finger to be this effective. He had just entered the mountain gate and had not even said a word before someone came over to invite him to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect’s main peak, and several peak owners began to smile at him, hoping that he would chose them as his teacher and master.
Xue Ling wondered why he would be given the protagonist’s level of treatment, and glanced quietly at the system only to see it shaking its head. Its meaning was clear; these people’s attentiveness towards him was not caused by the system’s cheating.
Xue Ling pondered over it, and in the end he could only attribute this phenomenon to his lineage.
Was his nine-tailed demon fox lineage really some major thing that everyone liked?
Xue Ling was just thinking about the meaning of life when suddenly, he discovered that it had become silent around him. Looking up, he realized that at some point, a young man who was dressed similarly to him in white robes was standing before him. The man was looking downwards at him, his pair of eyes seeming to hold immutable ice, as though wanting to freeze Xue Ling in place.
Xue Ling was not afraid of such a gaze; he raised his gaze and met the other’s eyes with eyes that showed no less coldness than the man’s.
To Xue Ling’s surprise, a sliver of a smile flashed across the man’s gaze at his reaction. Then, he turned to the old man who sported a white beard that had been standing in the middle and said, “Martial-nephew Sect Leader, I’ll take this child.”
Even before Xue Ling could gather himself together, he heard the man’s surprised voice: “Of course, Martial-uncle Han!”
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Xue Ling looked at the man again, his eyes full of doubts.
The man said, “My name is Han Wuzheng. From today onwards, I will be your master.”
Xue Ling’s eyebrows wrinkled.