Adam felt that his chances of successfully becoming a disciple were quite high.
After all, Subhuti was not particularly demanding when it came to accepting disciples. Even the farmers and woodcutters at the foot of the mountain had gone up to Fangcun Mountain to seek apprenticeship.
Moreover, Fangcun Mountain did not yet have many disciples. Who knew how long it would be before Sun Wukong arrived? Most importantly, Lord Lao had thrown him here, and there was no way Subhuti could fail to know about that.
The Grandmaster sat upon the Jade Terrace, his gaze shifting slightly.
"I know something of your origins. I see that your body is light and your qi pure; you already possess cultivation. Why do you wish to enter my school?"
In his eyes, Adam was truly quite bizarre.
If one said Adam had no cultivation, his body was light and his qi pure. Though his Magical Power differed somewhat from Lord Lao's direct lineage, it was clearly of the same origin, and he even possessed a golden elixir.
But if one said he had cultivation, then although he had something that looked like a golden elixir, it had not fused his essence, qi, and spirit into one. Neither his physical body nor soul showed any signs of refinement. Of the five immortals of heaven, earth, man, spirit, and ghost, he resembled none of them.
His lineage was even stranger. He had clearly come from Tushita Palace, with those Golden Core Dharma Treasures tucked directly on his person. He was practically one step away from tearing down Tushita Palace's plaque and carrying it on his shoulder... yet he had come to Fangcun Mountain to seek a master?
Why had Lord Lao not accepted him personally, instead sending this man to become his disciple?
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