Taking on a Disciple?

With a sharp crack, Chen Feng smashed the ambusher's right shoulder. He immediately kicked the man away, then turned and raised the Zhanmadao to block the Eight Desolations swung at him by the bare-chested man charging in.

"Clang!" The man stared in astonishment as Chen Feng effortlessly stopped his full-force swing with one hand.

"So weak."

"Bastard!!!" Hearing Chen Feng's remark, the man roared. His body suddenly swelled by a tenth, and his strength increased considerably.

But that still wasn't enough to impress Chen Feng. He easily knocked the man's arms aside with one hand, grabbed him by the throat with the other, and slammed him hard into the ground.

This was arguably Chen Feng's first head-on clash with other Reincarnators. He had assumed that those who stayed behind would all be confident in their own abilities, and at least as strong as that Archer.

That Archer had shot an Orc Warrior flying, so his Strength attribute was definitely impressive—even for an Archer.

The bare-chested man clearly looked like a strength-based warrior, yet Chen Feng hadn't expected him to be so weak. He couldn't have had more than forty or fifty points at most.

Chen Feng only thought that way because he didn't understand the Reincarnation Sacred Hall. Under normal circumstances, getting close to forty or fifty points in Strength would cost more than twenty thousand Reincarnation Points, putting someone in the middle ranks among Reincarnators.

After all, the Reincarnation Sacred Hall's appearance in this world hadn't forced anyone to enter it. Many people simply took on missions in Simple Grade Worlds.

With no penalties at all, many treated it as a monthly vacation.

Besides, of the three men, the strongest was the one with the Thief class. He had also been the one to suggest following Chen Feng. He had seen Chen Feng take a blow from the Orc Commander head-on and figured that, even after all this time, Chen Feng's injuries couldn't possibly have healed so quickly.

But before the Magic God appeared, he had already fled, thinking the city was about to fall. He hadn't seen the Celestial Master treat Chen Feng.

Leaving the unconscious man behind, Chen Feng looked toward the last one, who had turned to flee as soon as things went south. He charged after him, grabbed his arm, and hurled him beside the other two.

The mage, still dazed from the fall, felt a hand seize his shoulder. Then the Mana in his body began draining away like water. In his terror, he promptly passed out.

"Pah. The three of you aren't even as good as one Orc Warrior." After draining the three men completely, Chen Feng tied them to a tree and prepared to begin his hunt.

"Boy, if you don't pull out the roots, the weeds will grow back. Tying them up here may not kill them. Remember, although you haven't officially joined the Three Dragon Guards, you're still one of us now. Turning on a comrade is a grave taboo." Just as Chen Feng was about to leave, a voice came from the empty patch of ground nearby.

The sudden voice startled Chen Feng. He looked toward its source as a figure gradually materialized out of thin air.

"Greetings, Celestial Master!" Seeing that the newcomer was the Celestial Master, Chen Feng quickly bowed. Before he accepted the mission to join the Three Dragon Guards in the purge, their leaders—Holy War, the Magic God, and the Celestial Master—had all appeared.

"Since you're here, Celestial Master, you must know they attacked first. I was only defending myself."

"But what if I'm unwilling to testify on your behalf?" The Celestial Master looked at Chen Feng with a faint, knowing smile.

"Uh." The Celestial Master's words left Chen Feng momentarily stunned.

"Turning on a comrade is a grave taboo among the Three Dragon Guards. But there were extenuating circumstances, so I can testify for you this time. In return, you'll have to agree to one condition." Seeing Chen Feng's dazed expression, the Celestial Master spoke again.

"Please, go ahead, Celestial Master." His words made Chen Feng frown. He thought carefully about whether he had any connection to the other man, or whether there was anything about him that the Celestial Master might covet.

But no matter how long he thought, he couldn't figure it out.

"It's simple. You only need to become my disciple."

The Celestial Master's words stunned Chen Feng. He had never expected that to be the condition.

But before Chen Feng could reply, a thunderous voice boomed from afar, making his scalp tingle.

"You want to steal my disciple, Holy War? Did you ask the Judgment in my hands?"

Holy War came storming over, his face full of fury and a massive Judgment in his hands. Behind him, the Magic God wore a look of schadenfreude.

"Weren't you the one who refused to take him? You said there was no need to bring up this apprentice business." The Celestial Master glared at the Magic God and said irritably.

"Exactly. There's no need to bring up apprenticeship. Can't I simply take him as my disciple? Boy, what's your name?" Holy War came up to Chen Feng and asked.

"Xiaoyao." Chen Feng was now thoroughly confused. Had he somehow been blessed with the protagonist's luck? Still, he gave them his alias.

"Xiaoyao? That sounds so girly. Whatever. Have you already mastered Blazing Fire Sword Skill? Show me."

Holy War's words made Chen Feng pause. Since learning those skills, he had only used them once, while killing an Orc Warrior a while ago. How had they found out?

Then Chen Feng remembered the Celestial Master's invisibility technique, as well as how the Magic God had immediately known there were two other commanders after saving him. It seemed she could sense what was happening within a certain radius using her Mana.

"If you have, say so. If you haven't, say so. What's with all the hemming and hawing?" Holy War boomed impatiently when Chen Feng stayed silent, lost in thought.

"I have." Hearing Holy War's words, Chen Feng admitted it outright. This wouldn't cost him anything, and even if something went wrong, he still had a Return Scroll, so there was no need to worry about his life.

When he finished speaking, Chen Feng raised the Zhanmadao and used Blazing Fire Sword Skill on a nearby tree.

As the skill activated, violent fire elements gathered around Chen Feng's Zhanmadao. He brought it down hard on the trunk, and a violent explosion followed. The thick tree was cut cleanly in half.

"What a mystery. How can your feeble Mana summon fire elements?" Though the strike had been executed with great precision, Holy War thought its power was far too weak.

Chen Feng's Northern Darkness True Qi was especially strange. Though it held the strength of several decades' cultivation, it was still too low-level compared with the Mana they cultivated. Using the skills from Legend of Mir with Northern Darkness True Qi would greatly diminish their power.

This was a problem Chen Feng would soon have to face. He would either need to obtain a higher level of power or refine his Northern Darkness True Qi and raise its level.

"How could someone with nothing but muscles in his head understand? The fact that he can summon fire elements so easily means he has an exceptionally high affinity for them. That's a rare talent. If he follows you, you'll only waste it." As he spoke, the Celestial Master glanced at the Magic God.

"Don't look at me. I don't take male disciples, or I wouldn't have told Holy War about this. Still, the Celestial Master is right. People with this kind of talent are one in ten thousand, and they'll make twice the progress in either magic or Taoist arts."