Bloodletting

As time passed!

The Golden Core cultivators' questions gradually dwindled.

When Ancestor Zhong finally solved the last difficult question,

the Dao-Seeking session came to a complete end!

At some point, Fuyouzi had come to stand beside Cheng Buzheng. Smiling, he said:

"Fellow Daoist Cheng, have you taken a liking to any disciples?"

On the surface, he seemed to be reminding Cheng Buzheng, but his hidden intent was extremely sinister.

As for that,

Cheng Buzheng knew it perfectly well. Though he wore a smile, he was cursing furiously inside.

What did he mean?

Wasn't he saying that if I didn't take a disciple, I'd have to cough up some blood?

Am I the sort of person who begrudges a few spiritual items? Was there any need for you to come all this way just to remind me?

It's only one Golden Core Banquet. Is it really so easy for me?

Cheng Buzheng felt a sharp pang at the thought, but his face remained wreathed in smiles.

Clearly, Fuyouzi had thoroughly investigated his background and was certain he wouldn't take on a disciple lightly!

He could curse all he wanted, but Cheng Buzheng still smiled and said:

"I'll pass on taking a disciple!"

"In a little while, I'm planning a small game to liven things up!"

One couldn't take on a disciple lightly. A disciple's conduct out in the world reflected on their master.

If they offended a powerful senior or a cultivator with a deep-rooted background, the first person they would seek out would be the disciple's master.

Likewise, if someone wanted to eradicate a whole line, the first target would also be the master.

So a disciple wasn't merely an heir to the master's legacy; they were also the master's greatest karmic entanglement.

The higher one's cultivation, the more carefully