Cultivating Immortality: Taming Beasts in the Sect

Seeing Yu Changsheng rejecting the offer so straightforwardly, not only the disciples were stunned, but even the elders had expressions of disbelief on their faces.

Yang Wenhao raised his eyebrows slightly and said in shock: "Boy, are you right? You don't choose anyone?"

"This great Wanxiang Sect, do you know what kind of treatment you will get if you become our disciple?"

Let’s not talk about anything else, let’s just talk about Yang Wenhao, the master of Tyrant Blade Peak. He is the ultimate being in the golden elixir. Becoming his disciple will have immeasurable benefits for the future.

But Yu Changsheng decided to give up.

"Disciple has thought very clearly. Thank you Peak Master for your kindness!"

Yu Changsheng bowed respectfully.

"You have to think clearly. If you become a member of Yujian Peak, I can guarantee you that you will reach the peak of foundation within twenty years. What do you think?"

Lu Ruikai frowned slightly, a little unwillingly, and then said.

As the deputy leader, he was also from Yujian Peak, and he was a close friend of Yujian Peak's leader Li Jiran. If Li Jiran didn't come at the moment, he must have something important to do, or he didn't know about it. In this case, he naturally wanted to Fight for Sword Peak.

"The peak of foundation building within twenty years?"

This condition has already made countless onlookers jealous and their breathing becomes rapid, but Yu Changsheng's heart is not disturbed.

He still shook his head, smiled apologetically, clasped his fists and said, "This disciple is very excited about this opportunity, but I have other plans, I'm afraid..."

Lu Ruikai took a deep look at Yu Changsheng and nodded, with curiosity in his eyes.

Turning to the other elders, he said: "Since the child is unwilling, we can't force him. Let's just follow his wishes."

"this……"

The other Jindan elders were silent, unwilling to be outdone, and more surprised and puzzled. They all stared at Yu Changsheng, thoughtfully.

Yang Wenhao smiled bitterly after a while: "I didn't expect that we could be rejected by a junior. I didn't expect that this old man can hardly stand it anymore!"

Mo Pengchen didn't speak, nor did he embarrass Yu Changsheng. He just smiled quietly. Suddenly his expression moved slightly, and he looked up at the horizon, with a suspicious look in his eyes.

Mu Chengping nodded, his expression inevitably disappointed, but he still maintained his posture, smiled gently at Yu Changsheng, and asked softly: "It's good to have your own plans. If you refuse, just refuse, but can you tell me the reason for waiting for you? ?”

"this……"

Yu Changsheng hesitated, raised his head and glanced at the horizon inadvertently, and hesitated for a moment: "Actually, this disciple already has a master he likes."

"Oh? Who is it?!"

The elders' eyes widened, and the disciples watching looked at each other in confusion.

"There are golden elixir elders from various peaks present, as well as the master of Tyrannical Blade Peak. I have refused for the rest of my life, who else can I choose?"

"Is it possible that Yu Changsheng still wants to become the Supreme Elder, the disciple of True Lord Zi Mansion?"

"The Supreme Elder, True Lord Zifu has stopped accepting disciples for a long time. Yu Changsheng does have some skills, but he still has to be able to distinguish current affairs!"

The disciples were talking a lot, the elders looked surprised, and Yang Wenhao also looked at Yu Changsheng with an incredulous look.

However, just when Yu Changsheng shook his head and stopped talking.

"His master is me. Do you want to compete with me as a disciple?"

Suddenly, a vast voice rang in everyone's ears.

A group of people looked up at the sky. They didn't see him, but heard his voice first. Then they saw an old man with white hair coming slowly, with his hands on his back and a small turtle on his shoulders.

This old man has slightly white temples, has a childish face, and is dressed in a simple gray robe. His clothes are not luxurious, and he looks like a common man, but his face is ruddy, his breath is like a flood, and his every move reveals every trace of Taoism.

The old man was still on the horizon just now, but next he came to the crowd.

Just this hand made everyone's pupils shrink.

"Shrunk to an inch?"

Elder Hai exclaimed, and everyone's eyes turned to this old man. They kept looking at him and were secretly surprised. Although they could not feel any trace of cultivation, the aura on his body could not be faked.

This can only show that the realm and strength of the person in front of them exceed their understanding.

As soon as this person came forward, the expressions of Yang Wenhao and Lu Ruikai changed, and the master of the Royal Beast Peak, Mo Pengchen, even bowed to him.

"Meet Mr. Wei."

Some Jindan elders and Dharma protector elders did not know Mr. Wei.

But no one present was a fool. Seeing the expressions of Yang Wenhao, Lu Ruikai and Mo Pengchen's posture, they knew that the identity of this old man was not simple.

The Jindan elders looked at each other and immediately lowered their posture.

"Um."

Mr. Wei nodded slowly, with an indifferent expression. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Yang Wenhao and Lu Ruikai, and asked, "Why, you two can't sit still anymore and are plotting against my apprentice?"

"Mr. Wei said, Yu Changsheng?"

Lu Ruikai suddenly realized something while feeling relieved. He waved his hands with a wry smile, looked at Yu Changsheng's complicated eyes, and sighed in a low voice.

"Junior doesn't dare. I was curious about which master could teach such an outstanding genius. It turns out it's you, Mr. Wei."

Lu Ruikai said respectfully.

Except for Mo Pengchen and Yang Wenhao, the other Jindan elders had different expressions, with both surprise and surprise in their eyes.

"Who is this old man? He actually let the deputy head call himself a junior?"

"No wonder Yu Changsheng didn't agree to become a disciple. So this person is behind it?"

"Isn't this the old man from the Spiritual Beast Park? What's going on? He has such an identity?"

A group of disciples were also completely stunned, and a few of them obviously recognized Mr. Wei, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

Regardless of everyone's reaction, Mr. Wei ignored Lu Ruikai and said calmly:

"I have valued this child Yu Changsheng for a long time. If I want to talk about my disciple..."

Mr. Wei turned around and said to Yu Changsheng with piercing eyes in deep thought:

"There are many elders from the five peaks of Wanxiang Sect today, and the deputy head is also present. Since you have been promoted to the inner sect, let me ask, are you willing to join my sect and become my disciple?"

The voice was not loud, but everyone present heard it. They all held their breath and looked at Yu Changsheng.

Yu Changsheng straightened his sleeves, his expression became more respectful, and he knelt down on the ground and bowed to Mr. Wei: "Disciple is willing, thank you Master for granting me permission!"

Yu Changsheng didn't know the specific identity of Mr. Wei, but he could guess that his identity was not simple. Today, when he rejected many elders, Yu Changsheng hesitated, but in the end he chose Mr. Wei.

And now it seems that Mr. Wei's identity is indeed very special. Even Lu Ruikai respects him very much. Such a person personally accepts disciples. In addition, he has a close relationship with himself. Although he has a master-disciple relationship, he has a master-disciple relationship. In reality, isn’t it clear at a glance how to choose at this moment?

Mr. Wei nodded with satisfaction, and the little black turtle on his shoulder also raised his head, so he lowered his body and helped Yu Changsheng up, and said with a kind smile:

"Okay, okay, if that's the case, from now on, you, Yu Changsheng, will officially be my personal successor to me, Mr. Wei. Head Lu will help me witness this, establish a Taoist heart of heaven and earth, and seal a Taoist oath."

Mr. Wei smiled broadly, waving his sleeves, and a cup of steaming tea floated in front of him.