Seven Captures, Seven Submissions: Wuzhiqi Submits. Do You Know Who Stands Before You?

Moon River Bay.

White Waves roared and rolled, carrying the fierce, evil White-Headed Blue-Bodied Giant Demon aloft.

The giant demon was also arrogant and proud.

He spoke his mind.

However, upon hearing these words, Qingyuan was stunned, and said in surprise, "You want to become a disciple... of a Saint?"

"Nonsense! If I weren't here to become a Saint's disciple, why would I travel a thousand miles, enduring so much hardship, to come here? Isn't it just to become a disciple of a Saint?"

Wuzhiqi snorted coldly, "In the Primordial Wilderness, who doesn't know that Sect Master Tongtian of Shangqing established his sect, vowing to open a sliver of hope for all living beings, teaching without discrimination and accepting disciples widely! I spent so many years coming to the Kunlun Mountains just to become a disciple of a Saint!"

"Unfortunately..."

"Why do you ask so much? If you dare not agree, then get lost!!"

Seeing this.

Qingyuan fell into deep thought.

It seemed Wuzhiqi had the heart to become a disciple but lacked the fate to enter the Jie Sect.

Although his teacher, Sect Master Tongtian, did not set up layers of Innate Restrictions and Killing Formations to screen disciples like Venerable Yuanshi...

Those without fate, found it hard to enter the Jie Sect.

Sometimes, even crossing one more mountain might lead to the Jie Sect, or even turning a corner ahead could reach it, but for those without enough fate, they couldn't enter even through a window screen.

Qingyuan didn't dwell on it and nodded, "I accept your terms."

"Good, then come capture me!"

Wuzhiqi was overjoyed and also laid down a harsh ultimatum, "If you can truly defeat me in the water, even if you tell me to die, I won't even frown!"

With that.

Wuzhiqi stood on the water's surface, looking down on the two.

"Why not dodge?"

Qingyuan frowned.

"Because I'm not afraid!"

"Why not afraid?"

"Not afraid is not afraid!" Wuzhiqi said irritably, "Either come capture me quickly, or take me to find the Jie Sect. Why waste time?"

"Fine."

Qingyuan nodded.

With just a wave of his hand, the towering waves transformed into a fierce, boundless Sword Qi that surged toward Wuzhiqi.

Wuzhiqi's heart shuddered.

But before he could react, the river water he relied on for survival turned into countless sharp, terrifying Sword Qi that wrapped around him. If he dared to move, his soul would scatter!!

Crash...

The river water slammed into the shore like an enraged dragon.

Countless torrents washed away hillsides and forests, rolling large amounts of yellow earth back into the river.

Wuzhiqi, dizzy from the impact, found the tall, handsome Mystic Immortal standing before him, smiling at him with unfathomable depth, "Does this count as capturing you?"

"No! A sneak attack is the act of a petty person, not worthy of being called a true feat!"

Wuzhiqi said angrily, "If you have the skill, capture me fairly in the water!"

"Fine, go back!"

Qingyuan didn't stop him. Wuzhiqi fled back into the river without a second word, once again gathering the momentum of the surging waters. A crude Mixed Iron Staff appeared in his hand, and he shouted, "Dare you enter the water to fight?"

"Fine."

Qingyuan didn't hesitate.

Stepping on the Sword Cloth, his figure vanished without a trace, crossing thousands of miles in an instant, appearing behind Wuzhiqi.

The Sun Sword in his hand rested on Wuzhiqi's neck, and he said calmly, "Does this count as capturing you?"

Such divine abilities.

It was Yun Zhongzi's Stand Upright Without Shadow, combined with his own inexhaustible talent, making his magical power nearly limitless, allowing him to use such techniques with ease.

Feeling the chill.

Wuzhiqi's hair stood on end, and he shouted, "I said fight fair and square! You sneak-attacked me again! This doesn't count as capturing me!!"

"Fine!"

Qingyuan sheathed his sword and said, "Please!"

"You're asking for death!"

Wuzhiqi's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he swung the Mixed Iron Staff toward Qingyuan, stirring up towering waves that surged forward with him, truly bearing the momentum of world-ending destruction, commanding awe and reverence.

A pity.

In an instant, the void's water vapor transformed into infinite Sword Qi.

It turned into a long river of Sword Qi that swept forth, once again breaking Wuzhiqi's momentum.

A single sharp sword appeared once more between Wuzhiqi's brows.

"Does this count as capturing you?"

"It does not!!!"

"Fine, then what about this?!"

"That's no real skill—if you've got the guts, come into the water!"

"I've captured you in the water too—do you concede?"

"No, no!! If you've got the skill, come again!!"

In Moon River Bay.

The great water ape was furious and terrified, captured and released seven times, until finally he raised his head to the sky with a long sigh, ceased his arguments, and knelt respectfully on one knee upon the river's surface, submitting: "Your skill is supreme—I am willing to surrender!"

"Speak, what is it you wish me to do?"

"Even if it means walking through fire or treading on blades, I am willing to carry it out!"

"You flatter me. I don't need you to walk through fire or tread on blades. I only wish to take you as my disciple—what say you?"

Qingyuan's expression was gentle as he spoke his true thoughts.

"You..."

Wuzhiqi nearly erupted in anger.

Both were Mystic Immortals—how dare he try to take him as a disciple?

But on second thought, he realized this man's divine powers were vast, surpassing even the Golden Immortals he had met, and the grace of capturing and releasing him seven times was as heavy as several mountains, was it not?

Then.

"Master above, receive your disciple's three bows!"

Yet upon hearing this.

Yun Zhongzi, watching from the riverbank, could not help but burst into loud laughter.

This left Wuzhiqi extremely puzzled, and he quickly pressed: "Senior Brother, why do you mock me!"

"Hahahaha... hahahaha!!!"

Yun Zhongzi laughed so hard he could not stand straight, tears streaming from his eyes.

Seeing Wuzhiqi's somewhat angered expression, Yun Zhongzi finally explained: "Junior Brother, it's not that I, your senior brother, mock you—you came to Kunlun Mountains seeking to join which lineage?"

"I came to Kunlun Mountains wanting to join the Jie Sect—what of it?" Wuzhiqi was deeply confused.

"Then do you know... who the man standing before you is?"

"I do not..."

"He is the foremost disciple under Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun, Sect Master Tongtian—the Jie Sect's Senior Disciple Brother, Qingyuan!!"

Yun Zhongzi introduced him with a laugh.

Boom!!

Wuzhiqi was stunned at first.

His head rang like it had been struck by lightning, buzzing with disbelief, his emotions surging and churning inexplicably.

When he came back to his senses.

His old face flushed with shame and embarrassment, and he said in disbelief: "You... you are the Jie Sect's Senior Disciple Brother?"

"My fault! My fault for not recognizing a great figure!!"

Slap!!

Wuzhiqi, both ashamed and reverent, slapped himself a few times, his face full of fervor: "Only the Jie Sect's Senior Disciple Brother could possess such divine powers and spells at the Mystic Immortal realm!!"

"No wonder you wield divine techniques with such ease, no wonder your skills are supreme and your powers vast—so you are a great figure of the Jie Sect!!! Your disciple Wuzhiqi pays respects to Master! Pays respects to Master!!!"

With that.

He knelt on the river's surface.

And knocked his head like a chick pecking at rice, over and over!!

No wonder Wuzhiqi was fervent and exhilarated.

He had come from an unimaginably distant land to Kunlun Mountains, only to join the Jie Sect.

But for so many years, he had never found the opportunity.

In recent days, he had been thinking of turning back and heading home, but never expected to run into the Senior Disciple Brother of the Jie Sect, and even have the fortune to be accepted as a disciple.

This was a flood of riches, a heaven-sent opportunity!!

"From this day forward, you shall be my second disciple."

Qingyuan nodded solemnly, acknowledging this disciple before heaven and earth.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully taking on a disciple. The critical hit reward has been activated. Rewards: Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique, Three Million Years of Cultivation Level *1, talent Flood of Calamity, divine ability Finger to Steel, Myriad Creation Cauldron...]