Choice

—Looking at the young cultivator before them, the five Great Cultivators could not help laughing. Such an event was rarely seen in a thousand years. Let alone a Foundation Establishment cultivator—even a Core Formation or Nascent Soul cultivator would have found it difficult to control themselves upon suddenly hearing of it.

A full incense stick's worth of time passed before Qin Fengming finally came fully to his senses.

What the black-bearded old man had said was something Qin Fengming had never once imagined. When he had first come to Manghuang Mountain, he had only one plan in mind: to become Venerable Dao Ling's disciple.

He had never expected such a change to occur. All five Great Cultivators of Manghuang Mountain wanted to take him as their disciple. This, too, was something he had never anticipated.

Looking at the five smiling old men before him, Qin Fengming found himself unable to decide for the moment.

He already understood the other four skills to some extent. As for the Puppet Technique, although he had desperately wanted to study it, he had never yet gotten the chance. Now, a Great Cultivator renowned for the Puppet Technique actually wanted to take him as a disciple.

This was a chance one could search for with a lantern and still fail to find. If he had encountered it elsewhere, Qin Fengming would certainly have agreed without the slightest hesitation.

But now, he found himself unable to choose. The other four skills would also be of tremendous benefit to him. If he entered this treasure mountain and returned empty-handed, he would surely regret it bitterly.

"Hehe. Although my Puppet Technique is profound, I have never taken a disciple. If you become my disciple, young cultivator, I will pass on everything I have learned in my lifetime to