I Want to Challenge the True Martial Tower

"Your disciple is willing!" A martial artist with a mature-looking face stepped forward and knelt before the Second Elder, his face brimming with delight.

At the sight of him, Liang Bo could not help frowning. His thoughts were much the same as everyone else's.

In terms of strength, he was unquestionably stronger than this Guo Long. In terms of performance, he had solved the test question Wine Daoist had left behind the moment he entered the sect—such a performance far surpassed Guo Long's. As for potential, he had only just turned sixteen this year, while Guo Long did not look any younger than him.

All things considered, he was superior to Guo Long in every respect. If there was one disadvantage, it was perhaps that Guo Long used a spear, which happened to be the same weapon as the Second Elder, whereas he used a saber.

Perhaps that is why the Second Elder ultimately chose him instead of me. Liang Bo comforted himself inwardly.

After the Second Elder took on a disciple, it was the Fourth Elder's turn.

The Fourth Elder was a bald, burly man in a black robe. His gaze swept across the crowd before landing on a lean youth.

"Zhou Qing, I have heard that you excel at using the saber. What I excel at is likewise saber techniques. Are you willing to take me as your master?"

"Boom!" The discussions in the hall immediately grew even louder.

If the Second Elder had passed over Liang Bo and chosen Guo Long because the Second Elder excelled with the spear while Liang Bo used the saber, then that explanation clearly could not stand when the Fourth Elder chose Zhou Qing.

The Fourth Elder excelled precisely in saber techniques, while Liang Bo's sabersmanship had long reached the realm where man and saber were one. No matter how strong Zhou Qing's saber techniques were, could they possibly surpass Liang Bo's?

Since that was the case, why did the Fourth Elder choose Zhou Qing instead of Liang Bo? Could it be that Liang Bo only looked like a saber-training genius, but in truth had limited potential or some major flaw, which was why the Fourth Elder did not think highly of him?

At that thought, the gazes everyone cast toward Liang Bo changed. Some were puzzled, some took pleasure in his misfortune, some were full of sympathy, though most were merely curious.

"Young Master, why?" Xiao Qing's eyes reddened slightly, as though she herself had suffered a monstrous injustice, as she asked Liang Bo.

Zhao Wu's expression was also grim. Frowning, he muttered in a low voice, "It shouldn't be like this, it really shouldn't! Liang Bo, your talent is definitely greater than Zhou Qing's, especially in the saber techniques you excel at—you should be far beyond him. If his saber techniques were stronger than yours, he would not merely be an inner sect disciple."

Xie Jia said with a dark expression, "There's something shady going on!"

Though his words were brief, merely three words, Zhao Wu and Xiao Qing both nodded repeatedly in agreement. A trace of indignation showed on their faces as they felt it was unfair for Liang Bo. Unfortunately, the three of them were insignificant voices, utterly incapable of changing anything.

Liang Bo's expression was also ugly. If he had not held any expectations from the start, it would have been one thing. But he had clearly placed great hopes on this disciple-taking ceremony, only for it to end like this. No matter how mentally resilient he was, he could not help feeling disappointed.

"Let's keep watching. The ceremony has only just begun. Perhaps things will change later." Liang Bo barely maintained his composure.

After the Fourth Elder, it was the other elders' turn.

"Ding Jian, I have heard you have some interest in alchemy. It so happens that I wish to take on an alchemy apprentice. Are you willing to take me as your master?"

"Nie Yun, I think highly of your fist and foot techniques, and I intend to accept you as my disciple."

As time passed, one elder after another began selecting disciples. Fewer and fewer disciples remained unchosen in the ceremonial hall, yet from beginning to end, not a single elder chose Liang Bo.

As the seats around him steadily emptied, the sense of loss in Liang Bo's heart grew ever stronger.

By the time all the elders and the Earth Origin Realm deacons qualified to select disciples had finished choosing and departed with their chosen disciples, few disciples remained in the entire ceremonial hall. Those left behind were basically disciples with nothing outstanding about them, so no Earth Origin Realm expert had taken a liking to them.

Yet Liang Bo, whom everyone had originally thought highly of and believed might be accepted by the sect master, the Second Elder, or the Fourth Elder as a direct disciple, now stood out glaringly in the hall. The looks the others gave him were all filled with strangeness.

Some of those with darker minds even secretly gloated, So what if you are a direct disciple? Aren't you just like me now, with no Earth Origin Realm expert willing to take you as a disciple? You found a treasure the moment you entered the sect, yet now you are left out in the cold. Serves you right!

After leaving the ceremonial hall, Liang Bo's expression became exceptionally ugly.

Why? Why exactly? Why would these elders rather choose inner sect disciples than choose me? Could it be that my potential is not even equal to those inner sect disciples? No, that is absolutely impossible! Liang Bo muttered inwardly.

He had originally held immense expectations for this disciple-taking ceremony, but the outcome now perfectly proved that saying: he had come in high spirits, only to return in disappointment.

At that moment, a powerful emotion surged up within him—a desperate urge to prove that he was no worse than anyone else. Perhaps the thought was childish, but at that moment, it filled Liang Bo's mind.

Beside him, Zhao Wu gently patted Liang Bo's shoulder and consoled him. "Liang Bo, don't take it too much to heart. Cultivation is your own affair. You do not need to care what others think; you only need to work hard yourself. With your talent, I believe you will definitely be able to prove yourself in the future."

Xiao Qing also persuaded him, "Young Master, don't overthink it. I think those Earth Origin Realm experts must have misjudged you. With your talent, Young Master, they will definitely regret not choosing you as their disciple in the future!"

Xie Jia said nothing, merely nodding toward Liang Bo.

Liang Bo smiled at the three of them. "It is nothing. Perhaps it is also a good thing that no one took me as a disciple. This way, I will have fewer restrictions to endure."

"Exactly, Young Master. Let's go back, so we do not have to stay here and endure other people's looks," Xiao Qing said, nodding repeatedly.

Liang Bo shook his head. "No, don't rush back yet. I still have something important to do."

"Young Master, what else are you going to do?"

"I am going to challenge the True Martial Tower!" Liang Bo's gaze was resolute.

Previously, he had thought he should not be too high-profile. But now he had decided that, since no one thought highly of him, he would use his challenge of the True Martial Tower to prove his strength—to prove that he had become a direct disciple not through luck, but through true ability!

"Challenge the True Martial Tower?" Xiao Qing, Zhao Wu, and Xie Jia exchanged glances, all with traces of worry in their eyes.

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