"Chen Zui!"
"Master, this disciple is here."
"Are you trying to anger your master to death?"
Chen Zui was baffled. "This disciple never wanted to anger Master to death."
Venerable Yanshan desperately reminded himself that today was a joyous day. This little fellow had just advanced, so he could not beat him senseless. He tried hard to calm his mind, and only after great difficulty did he regain his composure. "Your little martial granduncle has yet to leave seclusion. Aren't you quite close with him? When the time comes, ask him for guidance. You're already at Golden Core—using brute force again would be inappropriate."
"Really?" Chen Zui thought it over. Wen Xu was indeed the smartest person he knew apart from his mother. Since Master so strongly did not want him forging iron, he could wait until Wen Xu left seclusion. "All right. This disciple will ask him... Little Martial Granduncle."
Gu Wufang: He had actually listened.
But then again, Yanshan, as his master, had less credibility than his little martial uncle? Senior Brother Yanshan had it rough too.
Gu Wufang could not help feeling secretly pleased. Taking disciples really did depend on luck. Someone like Wen Xu was something one could encounter but never seek; if he wanted to take on a disciple, he absolutely could not settle.
"Fine. I'll also give you the Radiant Blade to practice with. Once your Meteoric Iron Blade is finished, return it to your master."
Chen Zui still refused, saying that the Radiant Blade did not suit him and that he still wanted to go to Artifact Refining Peak to forge iron.
Venerable Yanshan had endured as much as he could. At last, with a sweep of his sleeve, he threw his freshly minted Golden Core disciple out the door.
Gu Wufang, who