MF-novel #143 - We are all human beings, why are there such big differences?
#143 - We are all human beings, why are there such big differences?
"Fellow Daoist Nebula is right."
Realist Baochan laughed and said:
"Brother He Ling, if you obtain these Six Yang True Gold, you can refine your flying sword with its essence. It would be easy to forge a natal flying sword of the magic treasure level... Once the flying sword is complete, with your swordsmanship, your lethality will increase several times."
"Brother He Ling, you should consider it carefully..."
"No need to consider!"
Realist He Ling said with a cold face, unmoved: "I can tell you now that this is absolutely impossible! Also, Baochan, you can get lost!"
The Six Yang True Gold was indeed very useful to him, even related to the foundation of his path to immortality.
However, if he missed the Six Yang True Gold, he could still find it later, and there were other spiritual materials that could replace it. But if he missed Gu Yuan, a peerless genius with two talents, he would never have the chance to meet another like him!
Moreover, he had two purposes for coming down the mountain this time: one was for the Scarlet Dragon Immortal Palace, and the other was to recruit disciples.
Now that he had recruited a disciple, someone wanted to exchange him for a piece of Six Yang True Gold. If word got out, what would become of his reputation?
If the fellow disciples in the sect found out, they would probably point at his nose and scold him for ten or eight years!
"Alas..."
Realist Baochan sighed, full of regret, and said:
"Since Brother He Ling doesn't agree, then let's pretend I didn't say anything. But don't rush to chase people away, because Fellow Daoist Nebula and I have other important matters to discuss with you later."
As he spoke, he suddenly lowered his voice and began to transmit his thoughts through divine sense.
Realist He Ling was originally burning with anger, but after hearing the transmission, although his expression remained cold, he had calmed down and did not say anything more, as if he had reached some kind of invisible understanding with Realist Baochan.
The others, seeing Gu Yuan being snatched back and forth by several Golden Core cultivators who were usually hard to meet, and thinking about how they were unloved by their uncles and aunts, couldn't help but feel a pang of sourness in their hearts.
Everyone was human, so why was there such a big difference?
Especially Li Changqing, who usually prided himself on being a genius, felt somewhat embarrassed at this time.
His talent was good, but it was obviously inferior to Gu Yuan by one or two levels, and he was not favored by Realist He Ling.
Now, Gu Yuan was being fought over by several Golden Core cultivators, while he, a genius, was completely ignored.
At least, that's how it appeared to outsiders.
...
After testing everyone's talent and aptitude, Realist He Ling asked those who had obtained the qualifications of outer disciples and handyman disciples to leave on their own, and informed them that they could now go to Medicine King Mountain and formally join the Medicine King Mountain sect.
Only Gu Yuan and Niu Youde were left behind by Realist He Ling, obviously valuing them more.
At the same time, it was also to prevent some trouble from befalling the two after the results of the assessment were spread.
Especially Gu Yuan, to prevent accidents, Realist He Ling simply wished he could tie him up with a rope and carry him around at all times.
...
After the assessment ended, Li Changqing left with the white-haired old servant.
After leaving the courtyard and returning to the restaurant, the composure that Li Changqing had勉力maintained could no longer be maintained, and his face sank.
He had always prided himself on being a favored son of heaven, especially after it was discovered that he possessed a spiritual body talent since he was a child, this idea became even more firm!
Not to mention, after his elder brother forged a first-grade Golden Core and became the number one true disciple of Medicine King Mountain, famous throughout the world, he had become his role model.
Li Changqing was also determined to become someone like his elder brother Li Changsheng.
However...
He died before he could even start.
He had not even formally joined Medicine King Mountain before he was outshone by someone.
The brilliance of his spiritual body paled in comparison to Gu Yuan.
Because Gu Yuan had two.
His initial idea of making a name for himself and becoming a true disciple of the sect had directly failed.
The white-haired old man beside him advised: "Why should the young master worry? Although that Gu boy's aptitude is not bad, the master refined a fire dragon pill into you since you were a child, making your origin vigorous and your foundation even better than ordinary spiritual bodies."
"Moreover, after joining Medicine King Mountain, with the help of the eldest young master, how could that boy be your opponent?"
"Young master, if you really think this boy is a trouble, then it doesn't matter."
Speaking of this, the white-haired old man's face turned cold, and he said gloomily: "Even if this child's talent is good, he is still young and his wings have not yet grown. It is better for this old servant..."
"Alright."
Before the white-haired old man could finish speaking, Li Changqing raised his hand to stop him: "Uncle Fu, the divine sense of a Golden Core cultivator covers a hundred miles, and all the events here cannot escape their eyes."
"Even if I have set up array flags here to block divine sense, it is still best not to say such things. Otherwise, once someone hears it, Realist He Ling's reputation as a god of slaughter is not just for show..."
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"Yes, this old servant was careless in his words, please punish me, young master."
The white-haired old man's expression froze, and recalling Realist He Ling's past deeds, some cold sweat quickly broke out on his forehead, and he felt a faint sense of fear in his heart.
Realist He Ling's swordsmanship was fierce, and his temperament was ruthless and cold-blooded. Countless souls had died under his sword!
If Realist He Ling saw a clue, he probably wouldn't live past tonight!
"It's okay, you're also thinking for my sake."
Li Changqing also regained his usual calmness and wisdom, and said calmly: "Gu Yuan has already caught Realist He Ling's eye, and he must be watching him closely now. It's better not to do such things to avoid causing trouble."
"Moreover... it doesn't matter if his aptitude is good. The person who can laugh last is the genius!"
"Even if he is born with a Dao body, once he dies halfway, he is just a fake genius, not much heavier than a speck of dust."
"It is true that Gu Yuan's aptitude is excellent, but his background is humble and he has no foundation. Even with Realist He Ling's attention, he will definitely have a lot of trouble in the future!"
Speaking of this, Li Changqing revealed a sneer: "I have probably guessed Realist He Ling's thoughts. He must be thinking of taking that boy as his disciple, and wanting him to be promoted to true disciple, and then strengthen and revitalize the sect."
"But the sect still has three true disciple quotas, two of which have already been occupied, and the remaining one is being eyed by many disciples of the sect, regarding it as something in their pocket. In this way, Gu Yuan's appearance has become a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh for some people."
"Even if we don't take action, there will definitely be others who take the risk!"
"I am not in a hurry and don't need to take action. I just need to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, and then clean up the mess in the end. When two tigers fight, both will be hurt. Of course, if I encounter a good opportunity, I can also take the opportunity to intervene and control the situation."
The white-haired old man sighed: "Young master is right, this old servant is sincerely convinced!"
...
"Do you know why I asked the others, including Xia Xiuxue, to leave, but only left the two of you?"
Realist He Ling looked at Gu Yuan and Niu Youde in front of him and suddenly asked a question.
Niu Youde scratched his head and just shook his head. "This disciple doesn't know."
Meeting Realist He Ling's gaze, Gu Yuan tentatively said: "Could it be... because of our identities and backgrounds?"