Chapter 429

He Zhao sat in the room of the First Branch's Medicine Master inside the Danyang Sect, still somewhat dazed. At first, his plan had been to lure them in a little, put on a bit of playing hard to get while secretly welcoming it, and stage a mutual rush toward each other.

In the end, what he never, ever expected was that he would actually be kept by an old man—ptui, no, it should be said that he was taken in as a mantle disciple out of an eager thirst for talent.

After he agreed at once, the old man named Wang Heng rode the clouds straight from Nan'an City, racing toward the mountain gate like wind and lightning. Along the way, he was terrified that this disciple he had picked up halfway might slip away, so he watched him with deathly vigilance!

If conditions had allowed it, the old man would have loved to tie him to his belt.

When they arrived at the Danyang Sect's residence, he had already looked it over several times inside and out some days ago, back when he had been preparing to act without martial virtue and steal a round. Those Universe Pavilions did not surprise him much.

"Good disciple, your master will go out for a bit first. Wait here." As soon as he finished speaking, the cheap master who had taken the bait of his own accord left in a rush, leaving Scheming Boy sitting in the hall with a blank look on his face.

What is he going to do?

Before long, the old man returned.

Bang!

The one surnamed Wang raised his hand and tossed something, and a Glazed Bottle landed on the tabletop.

"Spirit-Condensing Liquid. This is precisely the medicine that led the Third Medicine Master to become