After the ceremony, Fang Qianyuan formally became Jiang Yunfeng's disciple. He promptly moved out of the Training Lodge and into Jiang Yunfeng's residence beside Brightheart Lake at Headquarters, ready to cultivate under his guidance.
Before that, however, Fang Qianyuan still had some personal matters to attend to, such as collecting his rewards from the Sect Grand Tournament.
"The Tournament Champion receives one supreme-grade spirit creature, a set of supreme-grade inscribed talisman materials, a fine weapon, and a secret legacy art. The first three are all well and good, but the cultivation art won't mean much to you now."
"Why?"
"Think about it. You're already a true disciple, with a master to impart the Way and teach you. You'll only need an opportunity like this for an art our lineage doesn't possess."
"That's true. With a master, I can learn whatever arts I want from him."
"Exactly. Still, don't underestimate an opportunity like this. It's a matter as weighty as the heavens, one that troubles rogue cultivators throughout their lives!"
As Fang Qianyuan chatted with Sun Zhuo, they arrived outside the Administrative Affairs Institute.
"Oh? Junior Brother Fang, you're here. Have you come to collect your rewards?" An attendant disciple spotted him and came forward of his own accord.
"That's right. Can I collect them now?" Fang Qianyuan asked.
"Everything's ready. We're just waiting for you all. It's cold outside, so come in and have a cup of hot tea first," the attendant disciple said warmly.
Fang Qianyuan was now regarded as the seed of a powerful expert with boundless prospects. They were not exactly currying favor, but they were more attentive and proactive with him than with other disciples.
Such was the power of reputation.
"Thank you, Senior Brother," Fang Qianyuan said with a smile.
Before long, the steward on