Taking a Disciple?

With a crisp snap, the attacker's right shoulder was shattered by Chen Feng's palm strike. Chen Feng then kicked him flying and turned to block the Zhanmadao aimed at him with the Eight Desolations wielded by a shirtless man charging forward.

"Clang!" The man stared in shock as his Eight Desolations, swung with all his might, was easily blocked by Chen Feng with just one hand.

"So weak."

"Bastard!!!" Hearing Chen Feng's words, the man roared, his body suddenly swelling by a tenth, and his Strength increasing significantly.

But to Chen Feng, it was nowhere near enough. He effortlessly lifted the man's arms with one hand, grabbed him by the neck with his left, and slammed him hard onto the ground.

This was Chen Feng's first direct confrontation with other Reincarnators. He had initially thought that those who remained would be confident in their abilities, at least on par with that archer.

That archer had once sent an Orc Warrior flying with a single shot; his Strength attribute was definitely not low, especially for an archer.

This shirtless man clearly looked like a Strength-type warrior, yet his Strength was surprisingly weak, at most forty to fifty points.

Actually, Chen Feng thought this way because he didn't understand the Reincarnation Sacred Hall. Normally, reaching forty to fifty points in Strength would cost over twenty thousand Reincarnation Points, placing one in the middle tier among many Reincarnators.

After all, the Reincarnation Sacred Hall didn't forcibly require people to enter this world; many people completed their missions in Simple Grade Worlds.

Without any penalty measures, many treated it like a monthly vacation.

Furthermore, among these three people, the one with the rogue class was the strongest. Tracking Chen Feng this time was his idea. He had seen Chen Feng withstand an attack from an Orc Commander and assumed that even after this much time, Chen Feng's injuries wouldn't have healed so quickly.

However, he had fled before the Magic God appeared, thinking the city would fall, and didn't witness the Heavenly Venerate healing Chen Feng.

Leaving the man who had fainted, Chen Feng watched the last person, who turned and fled at the first sign of trouble, and rushed over. He grabbed the man's arm and forcefully threw him next to the other two.

Dizzy from the fall, the mage felt a hand grab his shoulder, and his Mana began to drain away like flowing water. In terror, he fainted.

"Pah, three of them are not even as good as one Orc Warrior." Chen Feng, having drained all three dry, tied them to a tree and prepared to begin his hunting journey.

"Kid, if you don't cut the weeds at the root, you'll face endless trouble. Tying them here won't necessarily kill them. You must know, although you haven't officially joined the Three Dragon Guards, you are currently one of them. Killing your own kind is a major taboo." Just as Chen Feng was about to leave, a voice came from a nearby clearing.

The sudden voice startled Chen Feng. He looked towards where the sound originated, and a figure gradually emerged from the air.

"Greetings, Heavenly Venerate!" Seeing that it was the Heavenly Venerate, Chen Feng quickly bowed. Before he accepted the mission to follow the Three Dragon Guards on their extermination quest, the leaders of the Three Dragon Guards – the Holy War, the Magic God, and the Heavenly Venerate – had all appeared.

"Since the Heavenly Venerate is here, you naturally know they attacked first. I was merely forced to retaliate."

"But what if I'm unwilling to testify for you?" the Heavenly Venerate asked Chen Feng, a half-smile on his face.

"Hmm." The Heavenly Venerate's words made Chen Feng pause.

"Killing your own kind is a major taboo for the Three Dragon Guards. However, there are reasons for this incident. I can testify for you this time, but you must agree to one condition." Seeing Chen Feng's stunned expression, the Heavenly Venerate spoke again.

"Please state your condition, Heavenly Venerate." The Heavenly Venerate's words made Chen Feng frown. He carefully considered if he had any prior interactions with the other party or anything that might pique their interest.

But after thinking for a long time, he couldn't come up with anything.

"This matter is very simple. You just need to become my disciple."

The Heavenly Venerate's words greatly surprised Chen Feng. He had never expected such a condition.

However, before Chen Feng could reply, a booming voice echoed from afar, making Chen Feng's scalp tingle.

"You want to snatch my Holy War's disciple? Have you asked my Judgment?"

The Holy War, with an enraged expression, carrying his massive Judgment, stormed over furiously. Behind him was the Magic God, looking gleeful.

"You weren't going to take any disciples? Don't even mention becoming a disciple." The Heavenly Venerate glared fiercely at the Magic God and said irritably.

"That's right, there's no need to mention becoming a disciple. Can't I take him as my disciple myself? Kid, what's your name?" The Holy War approached Chen Feng and asked.

"Xiaoyao." Chen Feng was confused. Did he have the protagonist's luck? Still, he gave his alias.

"Xiaoyao? Why does it sound so feminine? Never mind. Have you mastered the Blazing Fire Sword Skill yet? Show me."

The Holy War's words made Chen Feng suddenly pause. After learning these skills, he had only used them once when killing Orc Warriors a while ago. How could they know?

Suddenly, Chen Feng remembered the Heavenly Venerate's invisibility technique and how the Magic God had immediately mentioned two other commanders after saving him, indicating she could sense things within a certain range with her Mana.

"Yes is yes, no is no. Why are you being so hesitant!" Seeing Chen Feng lost in thought and not responding, the hot-tempered Holy War shouted.

"Yes." Hearing the Holy War's words, Chen Feng directly admitted it. In any case, this wouldn't harm him. Even if something bad happened, he still had the Return Scroll and didn't need to worry about his safety.

After speaking, Chen Feng raised his Zhanmadao and aimed it at a nearby large tree, unleashing the Blazing Fire Sword Skill.

As the skill was activated, berserk fire elements condensed onto Chen Feng's Zhanmadao, which then fiercely struck the tree trunk. A violent explosion suddenly occurred, and the tree, as thick as a bucket, was cut in half.

"How strange? How can you summon Blazing Fire elements with such weak Mana?" Although the execution of this strike was very high, its power was too poor in the Holy War's opinion.

Especially the Northern Darkness True Qi within Chen Feng. Although it had decades of potency, it was still too low-level compared to the Mana they cultivated themselves. Using Northern Darkness True Qi to power skills from Legend of Mir would greatly reduce their effectiveness.

This was the problem Chen Feng was about to face. He either needed to obtain a higher level of power or refine his own Northern Darkness True Qi to elevate its power level.

"How could someone with only muscles in his head understand? His ability to easily summon Blazing Fire elements means his compatibility with these elements is extremely high. This is a talent. If he follows you, you'll only waste it," the Heavenly Venerate said, glancing at the Magic God.

"Don't look at me. I don't take male disciples, otherwise, I wouldn't have told this to the Holy War. But the Heavenly Venerate is right. Someone with this kind of talent is one in ten thousand. Cultivating magic or Taoist arts would be twice as effective."