Fortunately, Tang San's heart was in good shape. Otherwise, he would already have been reaching for his emergency heart pills.
This unfilial brat was going to be the death of him!
He could have joined the Tang Sect alongside Wang Xie and the others ages ago, but he'd dragged his feet until now.
Ji Fengyu belonged to the Body Sect,
so it was understandable that he didn't join the Tang Sect.
But Tang Wulin, that unfilial brat—if he wasn't joining the Tang Sect, did he mean to join the Body Sect?!
"Huh?!"
"But..."
Tang Wulin stammered.
But Brother Ji hadn't decided yet...
"But what?!"
"You're going to be the death of me!"
Tang San was furious.
"Ji Fengyu already belongs to a sect, so of course he's weighing his options. What about you? What are you planning to do if you don't join the Tang Sect?"
"Join Ji Fengyu's Body Sect?"
"Do you have a Body Martial Soul?"
"I already told you the Tang Sect has techniques that are extremely well suited to you. I can also help guide you in cultivating the Tang Sect Secret Arts. This is the path that suits you best."
"No matter what you want to do, get stronger first!"
"Otherwise, when the day comes that the Golden Dragon King blows you to pieces, no one will pity you!"
Tang San gave Tang Wulin a thorough scolding. By the time he was done, Tang Wulin was drenched in cold sweat, and his head had started to clear.
That was right... He couldn't join the Body Sect either.
Since he was destined not to share a sect with Brother Ji, wasn't joining the Tang Sect—the sect he'd admired and looked up to since childhood—the perfect choice?
If the Golden Dragon King blew him to pieces, he'd never see Brother Ji again...
He had to get stronger!
Old Tang had experience with the Tang Sect Secret Arts and could guide him in cultivating them.
Hmm...
Forget it!
Tang Wulin gritted his teeth and made up his mind. No matter what Ji Fengyu chose later, he would join the Tang Sect.
"I'm sorry, Teacher Wu. My master still won't allow me to join the Tang Sect."
Ji Fengyu said regretfully.
The Body Sect had one Twin Martial Soul wielder in him, as well as A Ruheng, who had a Body Martial Soul.
Mu Ye had already glimpsed the sect's chance to rise again, and had no intention of attaching it to another force—not even the Tang Sect.
"All right. Everyone has their own ambitions."
"I'll arrange a separate curriculum for you from now on."
Wu Zhangkong nodded without saying more.
After all, the Body Sect had declined; it hadn't disappeared. It wasn't going to give in so easily.
"Huh?"
Wang Xie and the other young man immediately looked crestfallen. In the end, they wouldn't be able to work alongside their leader in the Tang Sect?
The remaining few fell silent.
Wu Zhangkong also shook his head gently.
"Teacher Wu, I'll join the Tang Sect."
At that moment, Tang Wulin spoke up, forcing the words out and breaking the heavy silence.
"Oh?"
Wu Zhangkong raised an eyebrow. Even he hadn't expected this.
After all, he'd thought the Dragon Clan Squad was a package deal.
Since Ji Fengyu hadn't joined the Tang Sect, he hadn't expected the others to join either.
This was an unexpected bonus!
Gu Yue: "????"
Na'er: "????"
Lan Xuanyu: "..."
Aside from Ji Fengyu, who remained unruffled and seemed unsurprised,
Gu Yue and Na'er both looked at Tang Wulin in confusion.
Their feelings were different,
but they shared one thought:
Traitor!!!
What was Tang Wulin thinking? Brother Ji wasn't even joining the Tang Sect, so why was he?
"Um..."
Under Gu Yue and Na'er's searching gazes, Tang Wulin felt as if thorns were digging into his back. He could barely hold his head up.
But Old Tang's words had brought him to his senses.
He had to join the Tang Sect. He needed power. He had to become stronger!
Otherwise, how could he protect Brother Ji?
"Good. You don't need to remove your identity bracelet, Tang Wulin. I'll handle your entry procedures in a moment."
Wu Zhangkong was rather pleased.
He hadn't expected to recruit Tang Wulin even with Ji Fengyu refusing to join. What a windfall!
"Hold on!"
"Hold on!"
"You brat, you ate my Rouge Soft-Muscle Python and still won't join the Tang Sect? What kind of logic is that?"
Yang Haofeng had finally recovered. Heartbroken, he rushed up to Ji Fengyu and demanded an explanation.
He'd figured it out, too.
As long as Ji Fengyu joined, the other geniuses would come as a bonus!
But if Ji Fengyu didn't join, they had no chance of recruiting the others. No way!
No, they had to recoup the cost of that Rouge Soft-Muscle Python.
"Then, Senior, what do you suggest?"
Ji Fengyu looked a little helpless.
After all, he'd eaten their food and taken their gifts. A Rouge Soft-Muscle Python that huge—how could he expect to get it for free?
"That Rouge Soft-Muscle Python was the very one belonging to Jiang Nannan's ancestor. By now, it's cultivated for over ninety thousand years."
"And now you've swallowed it..."
"A ninety-thousand-year Spirit Soul is incredibly precious. I'm sure you understand that, young man."
"I'm afraid you won't be able to pay us back!"
Yang Haofeng held his head high, his gaze full of disdain.
Everyone was stunned.
They'd only known Ji Fengyu had cleared the ultimate trial. They hadn't realized he'd absorbed such a precious Spirit Soul.
That was Jiang Nannan's Spirit Soul!
Though it was only ninety thousand years old, its symbolic significance and value were absolutely on par with a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Soul!
"However, if you join the Tang Sect, we'll wipe the slate clean!"
Yang Haofeng suddenly changed his tune.
Ahem.
If he couldn't repay the debt, he could pay it back with himself!
As long as Ji Fengyu joined the Tang Sect, the others wouldn't be going anywhere either. Heh heh heh...
"Wait, Senior."
Tang Wulin suddenly spoke.
"What is it?"
Yang Haofeng turned around.
"Can't we use contribution points to exchange for the sect's cultivation techniques, treasures, and Spirit Souls?"
Tang Wulin took a deep breath and asked with a resolute look.
"Yes."
Yang Haofeng had a good impression of Tang Wulin as a genius and answered patiently.
"I'll repay the debt for Jiang Nannan's ancestor's Rouge Soft-Muscle Python with contribution points!"
Tang Wulin lifted his chin and declared it loudly.
He didn't have the money to pay them back, but he could work and earn contribution points.
"We'll help Brother Ji pay it back with our contribution points too!"
Xie Xie and Wang Jinxi exchanged a glance, then stepped up behind Tang Wulin.
Yang Haofeng looked at Wu Zhangkong in confusion.
Wu Zhangkong spread his hands, indicating there was nothing he could do. He'd known this would happen...
"Forget it. I was only joking just now."
"Don't take it seriously."
"How could the Tang Sect make someone repay a debt over one of our trials? Absorbing the Rouge Soft-Muscle Python was his good fortune."
Yang Haofeng's face stiffened. He waved a hand, pretending to be magnanimous.
It didn't hurt. It really didn't hurt at all!
Sigh...
Looking at them, there was no choice but to swallow the loss.
If he insisted that Ji Fengyu pay them back, Wang Jinxi, Xie Xie, and Tang Wulin would all grow estranged from the Tang Sect.
The Rouge Soft-Muscle Python was precious, but compared with the Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Dark and Tang Wulin, taking a loss was still acceptable.
"I don't have to pay you back?"
"Thank you, Senior. You're so generous."
Tang Wulin let out a sigh of relief and immediately thanked him.
He'd grown up poor, after all.
He'd been willing to pay Brother Ji's debt for him, but who wouldn't be glad to avoid such a hefty bill?
At the same time,
Wu Zhangkong keenly noticed
Na'er quietly putting away the bank card Yun Ming had given her, which she'd been about to pull out.
Gu Yue withdrew the Soul Power she'd been using to activate her storage ring.
Lan Xuanyu canceled the phone number he'd already typed out, ready to call.
Ji Fengyu felt a little helpless.
Why was everyone scrambling to pay his bill?
He really wasn't short on money!
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