Chapter 514

When the ceremony ended, Solang, possessed by He Zhao, officially became Bufa Temple's sole Outstanding Disciple of this generation.

Of course, nothing in the world could be judged only by its surface. Though the honorary title sounded like it placed him beneath only the Seat Master, the three Abbots of the Courtyard, the Dharma King, and a scarce few others, in reality it came with not the slightest bit of authority. No one would place their stakes on a six-year-old child.

Besides, the old monk whose eyebrows hung down to his shoulders looked sickly, as if a single gust of wind could blow him over. The truth was that no one knew how many generations of Outstanding Disciples waiting to succeed him he had outlived.

Those once extraordinarily gifted young people had never crossed that final threshold. Instead of transforming into the head of the temple, they had turned into handfuls of yellow earth, leaving behind tale after tale that people still relished discussing.

Whatever. In any case, I've gotten the title into my hands. Even if it can't compare to the few biggest names in the temple, there should be at least some privileges, right? For example, getting in touch with Bufa Temple's high-level practices early, or picking whichever high-level practice I want. I'm not picky.

Everyone looked at the thoughtful-looking back of Solang, the Outstanding Disciple, and subconsciously let out a long breath of relief.

They had taken turns back and forth and endured for a full eighteen days. Even the young monks, who had grown up doing odd jobs since childhood and had cultivation to support them, could barely hold on.

If one said that the Famous Ruthless Person completing the ceremony meticulously was a frenzied torture session for the Seat Master and the others, then for