"What's going on?"
Lu Zheng was utterly stunned. Was the difference between becoming a disciple of Rizhao Temple and becoming a disciple of Pure Yang Palace really this enormous?
Why? Lu Zheng did not understand, but he was deeply shaken. And no matter what, those several thousand strands of Light of Luck could not be fake.
"And more than two thousand, nearly three thousand strands of Light of Luck?" Lu Zheng looked at Li Lingyu in disbelief. Did this kid really possess such tremendous latent luck? And was this luck gained or lost? Damn it, if it was being lost, would it cause him to die young?
The single harvest had been too great, leaving Lu Zheng at a loss and somewhat uneasy.
"Good, good, good!"
The disciple-acceptance ceremony was complete, and Lin Yi could not help laughing heartily. Not only did he look upon Li Lingyu with ever-greater satisfaction, but his gaze toward Lu Zheng was also full of appreciation.
"It's almost noon. Immortal Elders, shall we have lunch first?" Li Keming asked from the side.
"Good!" Lin Yi nodded in agreement.
During lunch, they ultimately decided that Lin Yi would take Li Lingyu away. From then on, he would return home once each year and, along the way, visit Rizhao Temple to seek Golden Leaf Zen Master's guidance while cultivating Buddhist teachings as well.
After all, entering a sect should look like entering a sect. Since he was a direct successor of Pure Yang, how could he spend all year cultivating outside? Lu Zheng's eyes flickered, and he finally understood the difference between becoming a disciple of Rizhao Temple and becoming a disciple of Pure Yang Palace.
If he had become a disciple of Rizhao Temple, Li Lingyu would probably have returned home often, perhaps even cultivated