150: Chapter 112: The Final Result, Nanhuang Daoist School (First Update!)_3 150: Chapter 112: The Final Result, Nanhuang Daoist School (First Update!)_3 “Master, the results are out.”
Ren You knelt on the ditation mat, offering a clay tablet with both hands.
The shriveled old man took it, first feeling the power it had absorbed.
Snap!
It cracked open in his palm like a firecracker, making a crisp sound.
Lowering his head to look, the old man simply said:
“Not bad.”
Then he rubbed the ten ancient characters, sensing the spiritual fluctuations within.
This ti, it took quite a while before he spoke again:
“Also very good.”
Ren You asked expectantly:
“Master, can Mr.
Qin be chosen by you to beco a disciple of Nanhuang Daoist School?”
The old man didn’t respond directly, instead saying:
“We return to Central City tonight, do you have any tickets?
Check and buy one if available.”
Ren You was stunned, imdiately feeling very disappointed, his head drooping.
Mr.
Qin’s talent, even his inherent gifts,
were already one in a million.
Yet it still couldn’t satisfy Master!
Thinking of Master’s old age, the decline of the Old Martial Sect, and the future of the Nanhuang Daoist School,
he plucked up the courage to say:
“Master, what part of Mr.
Qin isn’t good enough?
Even in Central City, he is a standout among the youth!
He fully ets the admission standards of the Four National Universities!”
The old man squinted his eyes:
“Even with the high standards of the Four National Universities, they still enroll more than 30,000 students each year.
If that were the standard, why would I accept you?
I could just go to Imperial Capital or Hai Province to choose people.”
Ren You was at a loss for words, lowering his head even further.
“By the way, Xu Bichang, has he also co to Tai’an?”
The old man asked slowly.
He spoke as if lacking energy, each word requiring great effort.
“Yes, the Education Departnt sent him on an inspection, accompanied by Director Lin from Qiguang Heng University.
Mr.
Qin ntioned an old man in a tuxedo, pretending to be a reception staff and asking him questions, which should be him.
Not sure of his intentions, but he actively approached Mr.
Qin.”
Ren You reported.
“He’s everywhere, isn’t he?
Always sticking his nose in, isn’t he afraid of one day getting ambushed?”
The old man snorted and continued:
“This Mr.
Qin ets the sponsorship criteria for the Heng Province Martial Arts Association’s education fund.
Eighty million is a bit low, approve it at the highest amount, one hundred fifty million.
Additionally, backed by the Heng Province Martial Arts Association, he is allowed to possess SSS-level teaching material, ‘Void ditation Technique,’ but he mustn’t leak it privately.”
Ren You sighed, still feeling regretful.
Even with the most generous benefits ever offered by the Heng Province Martial Arts Association, how could they compare to a position as a True Inheritor of the Nanhuang Daoist School?
One of the few existing Old Martial forces with a direct entry into the Star Cup competition!
One of the few Old Martial forces allowed to bear arms and armor without oversight from the Inspection Departnt!
And the only one with the qualifications to ignite the Star Torch and establish a dojo!
“Yes, Master.”
Ren You stood up and left the room.
The old man, holding the clay tablet, lowered his head and closed his eyes as if falling asleep.
Soon, he took a deep breath, and the thin smoke from the brazier furnace was instantly inhaled, the air in the entire room surged towards his lungs like a breached dam.
The montum was so fierce that it nearly distorted the space, creating a visual effect of “inward collapse.”
Then, the withered and frail body of the Nanhuang Daoist School’s master began to expand, swelling and becoming robust.
In the blink of an eye, he transford into a muscular giant over two ters tall, with bulging muscles and an awe-inspiring presence.
Strands of white hair floated, moving without wind, covered by a faint black fla.
In a flash, his figure burst through the air, creating a near-vacuum passage, landing on the rooftop of the eightieth floor.
Overlooking the bustling city below, he quickly locked onto a silver-gray Leapcar sedan.
“Xu, you never learn.
Daring to snatch soone under my nose, you can spend the next two months in the hospital.”
His eyes sharp, he glanced around and finally chose a nearby yellow bulldozer as his weapon.
…
…
“Inspector, I just received news that Elder Zhang and the accompanying disciple have bought tickets back to Central City.”
The secretary driving the car adjusted his earpiece and suddenly said.
“I knew it, Old Zhang has high standards.
Even with Qin having broken through the Second Limit, with both muscle and spiritual barriers surpassed, it’s still not enough.
He demands the dojo’s inheritor to show extraordinary talent, such as a perfect transformation of the mortal body and complete spiritual ditation.
These traits are only found in those born as exceptional beings.
Mr.
Qin is remarkable but not enough to stand out in the Star Sea.”
The elderly man in the tuxedo, nad Xu Bichang, smiled slightly:
“Since he didn’t choose him, I’ll take him… Huh?”
A sudden sense of alarm surged, his hair standing on end for no apparent reason.
Instinctively, he ripped open the car roof, ready to jump out!
What t his eyes was a massive yellow object plumting from hundreds of ters above!
“Who threw a bulldozer!?”
Xu Bichang roared inside, but before he could defend himself, the sheer force and montum bore down on him violently!
…
…
“Master.”
After a long while, Ren You returned to the room with a downcast expression, like soone who missed the lottery jackpot.
“We can still catch the train if we leave now.”
The shriveled old man waved his hand:
“You go ahead.”
“Huh?”
Ren You was stunned.
“Aren’t you coming with , Master?”
The withered and frail old man shook his head, like a candle flickering in the wind:
“Why would I go back?
Inform the rest of the senior and junior brothers and sisters; the Nanhuang Daoist School will be relocating from Central City to Tai’an.”
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