The King of the Gods
Chapter 85: Hope
“Zhao Feng! This question has nothing to do with you! Master accepts geniuses because he loves them. Do you think the master has a purpose? ” Nan Gongfan shouted furiously.
Zhao Feng's question made Bei Moi and Feng Hanyue furrow their brows as well. Indeed, Zhao Fengs question was not a question of cultivation. Zhao Feng also realized that this question seemed to be off track.
"This is the first time someone has asked me a question like this." Lord Guanjun's expression returned to normal and he glanced at Zhao Feng.
At his level, he obviously wouldn't be angry about such a thing.
Teachers are good.
Nan Gongfan and the others sighed. Mr. Guanjun doesn't seem to be angry.
Through Zhao Feng's question, the others were also interested. Feng Hanyue and Nan Gongfan were all smart, they knew that Lord Guanjun was not looking for a genius just because he liked, there was a purpose.
Lord Guanjun slowly stood up with his hands behind his back and sighed as he stared into the sky.
Zhao Feng saw a change of helplessness, hatred and hope in Lord Guanjun's eyes as he sighed. It seemed that when he sighed, Lord Guanjun had experienced four seasons in a year.
“This years, I have discovered and raised geniuses to my liking. It was something I couldn't do on my own, I had to rely on the younger generation to do it.”
Lord Guanjun then scanned the faces of the young men present and then he looked at Bei Moi with hope and hope.
A hope?
Something that Lord Guanjun can't even do?
The young men looked at each other, surprised. Everyone knew that Lord Guanjun had a peak power in the Cloud Country. What's something that even he can't do?
"What does Mr Guanjun want?" Zhao Feng was even more curious.
He did not believe that Lord Guanjun could not do something.
"You can all go." Lord Guanjun sighed and gestured with his hand.
Then, he sat back down on his futon and only left his core disciple, Bei Moi.
"Sir, I will definitely fulfill your wish." Bei Moi promised.
“It's good that you have a heart. From today onwards, I will teach you all my secret skills ... " Lord Guanjun smiled.
Today, ten geniuses entered the Spiritual Martial Hall to test their potential. Without a doubt, Feng Hanyue's appearance was indeed extraordinary, but it was still not comparable to Bei Moi.
…..
Outside the Spiritual Martial Hall.
Outer disciple Lord Guanjun walked out together.
“Brother Zhao, you have guts! How can you ask such a question? You need to understand that even a martial master of the ninth rank acted humbly before Master. ” Nan Gongfan said in a disciplined tone.
"Thank you for telling me." Said Zhao Feng.
He had just become an outer disciple of Lord Guanjun and although he did not want to offend Nan Gongfan, he would not accept his orders. Zhao Feng's appearance made Nan Gongfan unhappy but he couldn't fit right now, so he remembered it in his heart.
It was Zhao Yufei who got some information from Nan Gongfan's mouth.
Nan Gongfan said: “I need to warn you that Brother Bei Moi has extraordinary talent. He is very arrogant and he does not allow others to defeat him, so do not challenge him.”
Zhao Feng felt the same way when he heard this. When he defeated Bei Moi in memorization, the latter was unhappy.
"May I ask Brother Nan, how good is Bei Moi's talent for Master to accept him as a core disciple?" Feng Hanyue had an injustice in his voice.
Although he was a top genius in the Sky Guards Battalion, he was not even close to becoming a core disciple.
"Haha, if you saw Bei Moi's potential back then, you wouldn't have said this." Nan Gongfan's laughter had bitterness and jealousy in it.
"How many circles are condensed during Bei Moi's turn?" Zhao Yufei asked curiously.
"At that time, my test results were five semicircles ..."
Nan Gongfan seemed to recall the scene three years ago when he entered the Spiritual Martial Hall with Bei Moi.
“Five-and-a-half? That's more than us.” The injustice in Feng Hanyue's heart disappeared.
“However, compared to Brother Bei Moi's, mine is trash. His... Eight-and-a-half!” Nan Gongfan took a deep breath as jealousy, helplessness, and aversion appeared in his eyes.
Eight half circles!
Feng Hanyue and Zhao Yufei were confused. Zhao Fengs heart trembled, eight semicircles!
Bei Moi's talent was a monster. No wonder Lord Guanjun looked at Bei Moi with great importance. At this moment, the geniuses finally realized the difference between Bei Moi and them.
After leaving the Feng Hanyue Spiritual Martial Hall, Zhao Yufei and Zhao Feng returned to the Sky Guards Battalion.
On the same day, they used their identity as disciples of Lord Guanjun to move to a better accommodation in Guanjun Palace.
“Congratulations to both of you for being Lord Guanjun's disciple. I hope you don't forget me.” Huang Qi said wryly with a look of admiration.
At this moment, Huang Qi could only sigh. He remembered how he had not placed the two in his eyes when they first met, but now the two were far above him.
After the two packed their things, they went to visit the Third Guard.
“Now we are all under the same Master, you can come to me if you need help.” The Third Guard smiled faintly.
“Can I ask brother's name?” Zhao Feng did not know the Third Guard's real name.
"Being Guanjun Corp., Third Guard is my name now." The Sky Guards Battalion's Superintendent looked as mysterious as ever.
Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei were slightly surprised and they left the Third Guard after a while. After becoming a disciple of Lord Guanjun, the treatment they received was much better than most others within Guanjun Palace.
On the same day.
Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei both moved into their own buildings. The building where Zhao Feng moved to had two Martial Artists as guards.
"Greetings, Young Master Zhao!" The two guards bowed.
“Greetings, Guru.” Seven to eight servants stood there respectfully.
The building is three stories tall and has a small garden.
“The treatment here even exceeds what the sect elders of Zhao.” got Zhao Feng clicked his tongue.
If this was half a year ago, he would have never imagined that Martial Artists would be his bodyguards. Just being a disciple of Lord Guanjun, he got thirty thousand silver and some free resources.
After moving into his new home, Zhao Feng took a good bath and he started cultivating again. The Breath Restoring Technique was something he never stopped from training. After practicing, the Breath Restoring Technique for a while, he then moved on to the Silver Wall Technique. The Silver Wall Technique was the only Sacred martial art he had and it could increase his strength significantly.
Zhao Feng remembered what Lord Guanjun said during the day: “The essence of the nine tiers of the Martial Path is to strengthen one's blood, bones, and organs. The true purpose of Inner Strength was not to kill but to strengthen one's body. At this point, many cultivators had gone down the wrong path. ”
It was easy to see that the true purpose of the martial path was to train one's body and foundation, which made Zhao Feng even more dedicated to training the Silver Wall Technique.
Once the Silver Wall Technique reached the tenth level, his body would exceed the limits of a human and he would not even have to worry about the strength released when trying to reach the Sacred Martial Path.
Over the next few days, Zhao Feng focused on the Silver Wall Technique, the Respiratory Technique, and other skills such as Star Finger and Transparent Smoking Steps. But the progress of the Silver Wall Technique was too slow after breaking through to the sixth rank.
Not only that, the Body Strengthening Technique required time and effort to build up slowly.
“Source can accelerate the progress of body strengthening technique.” Zhao Feng thought.
He arranged his belongings and he discovered that there were four hundred thousand silver in his pocket.
Hm? That's stack!
Zhao Feng stood in a daze for a moment before recalling that all of these items were from the bandits he killed, especially the seventh rank. The man himself gave him two hundred to three hundred thousand silver.