What's So Great About Jumping Off a Cliff

Lu Xun's words brought a moment of stillness to the surroundings. Everyone froze for a few seconds, not a single person speaking.

A disciple of the Master? What was this man thinking? He actually wanted to become the Master's disciple? He was already good-looking enough, and now he was thinking wishfully!

As for Mao Nanbei, after hearing this, she first found it a bit absurd, but then couldn't help taking another look at Lu Xun. She was actually... a little impressed? "Not bad for the mount I picked—ambitious, daring!" The little lass started showing off again.

The surrounding disciples who were eating their fill of gossip murmured softly. She found it a bit noisy and couldn't help raising an eyebrow slightly. If they were outside, she might have already flared up: "Keep it up? Keep it up and I'll chop your head off with one slash!" But since these were all her juniors, she had an image to maintain and wanted to preserve her elder's dignity, even though she always broke character...

Elder Qiu Shui noticed Mao Nanbei's raised eyebrow and roughly guessed her displeasure. She spoke coldly: "Silence!" The disciples obediently shut up, but their gazes remained fixed on Lu Xun.

In fact, even Elder Qiu Shui was curious, because no one like this had appeared in a long time. The Master did take disciples; he had never said that Mao Nanbei was his last closed-door disciple. Since she wasn't his final disciple, it meant he was still willing to take more. It was no secret that the Master enjoyed teaching, but his standards for taking disciples were a bit eccentric.

He was a man who valued fate and had a peculiar mind. Every time, he set different conditions for accepting disciples. Once he found someone who met the conditions, he would change them. For example, his last condition was: "I like cats. I want to take a cat demon as my disciple." Then he wandered down the mountain for a few years, and when he came back, Mao Nanbei was already perched on his shoulder.

Just like that, a little cat demon inexplicably became one of the highest-ranked figures in the Demon Sect. Even the Sect Master had to respectfully call her Little Martial Uncle when he saw her. The Master always acted so casually, even a bit recklessly. No one knew what he was thinking now, let alone what he would think next—he had plenty of tricks up his sleeve.

He had his own set of standards. It wasn't that if you were a prodigy of your generation, with extraordinary talent and a once-in-a-century rarity, the Master would take a liking to you. After all, he himself was one of the most legendary figures on the Tian Chen Continent. In his long years, he had probably beaten up plenty of geniuses as impressive as you.

As for the Master's newly set condition for taking disciples, it sounded a bit exaggerated when spoken, or rather, nearly impossible to accomplish. Therefore, when Lu Xun asked this question, even Mao Nanbei was instinctively stunned for a moment. After thinking it over, she looked at Lu Xun and said: "You really want to know?"

"Mm." Lu Xun nodded. Actually, he already knew what this round's condition was. Back then, that lucky person completed some hidden quests, was brought up to the Demon Sect, then stumbled upon this condition by chance, and after meeting the requirements, was accepted as the Master's disciple. The whole process had a post on the forums. Lu Xun had read it completely back then and even replied with the crowd: "Jealousy makes me hideous; jealousy makes me fall apart."

He asked again just to confirm. After all, "Tian Chen" hadn't even launched yet. He had transmigrated to three years ago—who knew if the conditions were the same? If they were the same, he would have to use one of his three resurrection chances.

Mao Nanbei sat on Murong Yan's shoulder, looking straight at Lu Xun. A mountain wind blew past, lifting her hair. Her cat ears twitched slightly in the breeze. After a moment of thought, she spoke: "First condition: you must be a mortal with no cultivation." "You meet this one."

Lu Xun breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't formally practiced the Qi Devouring Art precisely because of this condition. "Are there other conditions?" he continued.

"Second condition: your age must be under thirty," Mao Nanbei went on. Although Lu Xun had transmigrated into a game character, when the character was created, he had chosen an appearance age of eighteen, so he met this condition too. He just wondered why there was such a condition, why age mattered. Many people thought cultivation was like martial arts—you had to start from childhood, or you'd never achieve much. That was actually a bit absurd. Even in some Chinese folk tales, there were stories of old people attaining immortality.

"Are there other conditions?" Lu Xun asked again.

The little lass said solemnly: "Yes." She walked to the edge of the cliff, looked down, and said: "Jump down, hit the ground, and don't die." The surrounding disciples couldn't help but gasp sharply.

Ji Li was so nervous that she couldn't help but grab the corner of Lu Xun's robes again.

A mortal, jumping off Reception Peak—how could they possibly survive?

This mountain peak soared into the clouds. Even for cultivators, if they fell directly with their physical bodies, most would be smashed into meat patties!

With a "splat—" sound, followed by a burst of blood blossoms.

As mentioned before, Reception Peak had a very peculiar shape. The peak was exceptionally isolated, appearing quite straight, with no vegetation covering its entire body. The summit had even been sheared flat, making it look exactly like a sword scabbard.

Scenarios like falling off a cliff and getting caught on a tree branch naturally couldn't happen here, after all, this mountain peak was bald.

It wasn't just bald on top—it was bald all over.

After the Master established this rule, he also, in a fit of malicious amusement, had the Sect Master send people to "renovate" Reception Peak. They cut off all the protruding parts of the mountain, making it look even straighter. It was impossible to land on any rock!

That's right—wherever it stuck out, they cut it off!

How terrifying!

And the third condition was stated very clearly:

—Jump down, hit the ground, and don't die.

You absolutely had to land!

Completely impossible, right?

This was no longer a matter of luck; it was simply impossible.

After the little loli finished speaking, she signaled for Murong Yan to approach Lu Xun. Sitting on Murong Yan's shoulder, she leaned close to Lu Xun's ear and said softly:

"Don't seek death. Be good and become This Seat's mount. Even if you're just a mount, your seniority will be on par with Elder Qiu Shui's."

The corner of Elder Qiu Shui's mouth twitched slightly. With her cultivation level, she could hear everything clearly!

Unexpectedly, Lu Xun asked, "Is that all?"

"What do you mean, 'is that all'?" Mao Nanbei asked.

"The conditions for the Master to take a disciple."

"Yes, that's all."

Then, she saw Lu Xun nod at her. Next, he turned around and ran toward the edge of the cliff.

Everyone was startled. Some even wanted to reach out and stop him, but an invisible force pressed down on them, rendering them unable to move.

All they could do was watch helplessly as this extraordinarily handsome man leaped off the cliff without a moment's hesitation!

—A heaven-shaking leap!

Before jumping, he even added a very stylish running start.

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