Chapter Ten: The Cunning Master, The Pitiful Disciple

Hearing Song Feng's answer, Qingmu could hardly hide his joy. He repeatedly called him a good disciple, even wanting to immediately say he would hand over the Wudang Sect to him in the future.

"Does Master have any other instructions?" Seeing that Qingmu was still immersed in his joy, Song Feng asked helplessly, hoping to leave his unusually strange master for the day soon, fearing he might ask more strange questions.

"Heh heh! Yes, yes, and it's very important! Sit down!" Seeing Song Feng standing respectfully, Qingmu, having achieved his goal, was in a great mood. He pointed to the grand tutor chair beside him and said with a smile.

"Yes!" Seeing his master acting so unusually, Song Feng became even more uneasy. He sat on the grand tutor chair with half his buttocks, trembling. Song Feng, who had seen much of the world, even felt a cold sweat. After all, his master had always been very strict and impartial in his eyes. To have him speak so kindly now, and politely ask him to sit and talk, was truly a rare sight, like a willow blooming in winter.

"Since our Ancestor Zhang Sanfeng founded the Wudang Sect seven hundred years ago, under his leadership, the Wudang Sect has gradually developed from an unknown small sect into one that rivals Shaolin, which has a history of thousands of years. It is rumored that our Ancestor passed away long ago, but that is not true."

"What? Ancestor Zhang Sanfeng is still alive!" As a master in the secular world, Song Feng knew a little about the cultivation world, but he could never have imagined that Ancestor Zhang Sanfeng, who was over seven hundred years old, was still alive.

"Yes, Ancestor Zhang Sanfeng cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage hundreds of years ago and is almost immortal!" Qingmu waved his hand, stopping Song Feng, who was about to speak in surprise. He continued with reverence and longing, "Just a few days ago, Ancestor Zhang Sanfeng Shattered the Void and ascended to the immortal realm. It's truly admirable!" For everyone who entered the cultivation world, the greatest lifelong wish was to Shatter the Void and ascend, to live as long as heaven.

"Master, could it be that the legendary immortal realm is real?" Song Feng, who had received the most knowledge from modern society, could understand that cultivators could extend their lifespan, but he could never comprehend the legend of Shattering the Void and ascending to heaven in broad daylight.

Looking at Song Feng, who was full of surprise and confusion, Qingmu said with longing, "Yes, that is what this master yearns for most in this life! Mingde, tomorrow, I will take you to the immortal cave dwelling of the Wudang Sect in the back mountain, where the predecessors of the Wudang Sect have diligently cultivated!"

"Ah, really!" Song Feng's face lit up with surprise. He had also heard that the forbidden area in the back mountain was where legendary figures of the Wudang Sect cultivated. However, as a disciple of the Ming generation of the Wudang Sect, Song Feng had never had the opportunity to access that mysterious place. Now that Qingmu said he would take him to the legendary immortal cave dwelling of the Wudang Sect, how could he not be extremely excited! Even though he had experienced many great storms in the human world, as a martial artist, what truly attracted Song Feng was martial arts. And those seniors who stayed in the immortal cave dwellings were all figures who had once dominated the world, and now they were like deities. If he could receive their guidance, even just a little, it would be enough for a lifetime! Poor Song, our great hero, was already lost in a fantasy of martial arts secrets flying towards him!

"Cough, cough!" Qingmu's light cough finally brought Song Feng back to his senses. He said with an embarrassed smile, "Thank you, Master, for your cultivation!"

"Heh heh, it's also because you're lucky! Our Ancestor Zhang Sanfeng's last disciple is going into the secular world for cultivation, and he wants you to introduce him to the secular world and some customs!" Qingmu even said with a hint of jealousy. "Just kidding, I didn't cultivate you this way. It's just that I've been isolated from the world for too long. Otherwise, this good job wouldn't be yours! Fortunately, this kid Mingde is filial, so I'm not at a loss!" Qingmu thought to himself.

"What! Ancestor's disciple!" Song Feng's mouth widened, and he couldn't close it for a long time. After a full stick of incense, Song Feng finally closed his huge mouth, and after another stick of incense, he came back to his senses and understood what had happened. Song Feng, who had long been a shrewd old man, instantly understood Qingmu's strange words and actions earlier. Yes, to teach the second-generation disciple of the Wudang Sect, the disciple of the founding ancestor, the treasures would flow in like water. Of course, Song Feng dared not slam the table or kick the stool and say, "Damn it, you dare to mess with me! Are you tired of living!" After all, the person in front of him, who looked like an immortal in the eyes of the secular world, was the master who had raised him since he was a child. Song Feng just glanced at his master, who usually sat high above, with a very subtle look and said, "Your disciple obeys!"

As Qingmu, who had already reached the realm that secular people called divine, how could he not notice the fleeting glance of resentment in Song Feng's eyes, and how could he not understand the meaning of that glance? However, our Sect Leader Qingmu pretended not to see anything, his expression remained unchanged, truly reaching the level of Mount Tai collapsing without changing his countenance. He just said lightly, "Then Mingde, you go back and prepare well. Uncle Qing Teng will take you there tomorrow at noon! You may withdraw now!"

"Yes!" Song Feng respectfully retreated.

Thus, Zhang Hupan began a dual life as a teacher and a student. In the morning, Zhang Hupan lectured the old Taoists of Wudang on the mysteries of the Heavenly Dao and immortal techniques. In the afternoon, he listened to Song Feng explain the customs and social etiquette of contemporary society. Everyone was very satisfied with their own gains. The old Taoists of Wudang, after listening to Zhang Hupan's explanations, their realms rose like rockets, making them beam with joy every day. They clung to Zhang Hupan like sticky candy all day long. Of course, their flattery skills also rose linearly with their cultivation. Zhang Hupan, seeing the great progress of the Wudang disciples, also experienced the joy of being a teacher for the first time. Of course, the explanations of the old hand Song Feng also opened a magical window to the world for Zhang Hupan, who had never seen the world, making Zhang Hupan listen to Song Feng's lectures with relish like a primary school student every day. Of course, he would occasionally ask some very childish and ignorant questions.

Only the pitiable Song Feng, who had expected to enter the immortal cave dwelling in the back mountain, did not expect those grandmasters, ancestors, and other figures to bestow immortal pills upon him, a junior. At the very least, they would have guided him a little in martial arts secrets. But he never expected that those martial arts predecessors now had no time to pay attention to him and were only pestering Ancestor Zhang Hupan. Even more infuriating was that this young Taoist, who was said to be an ancestor of a hundred years old, kept asking idiotic questions. Imagine asking a respected great hero of fifty years old to teach a student whose emotional intelligence was at the kindergarten level. What's more terrifying is that this student could not be hit or scolded, and he had to maintain a respectful attitude at all times. How could this not make Comrade Song Feng feel like he was living in hell? How could he not go crazy? If someone paid attention, they would notice that Song Feng had not only aged a lot in the past few days but even his hair had become sparser. Of course, if it were paid instruction, Song Feng might feel a little more balanced, but after teaching for several days, this ancestor had not mentioned any rewards. The poor Song Feng had to endure his master's severe interrogation and personal search every time he returned. Who knew what justice was! (To be continued)