"Then, in Master's opinion, where should I go to take the exam?"
"Are you going to listen to your master?"
"Yes, I am your disciple. If I don't listen to you, who else can I listen to?"
The old Taoist priest rolled his eyes at him. This disciple of his only advantage was his words; when it came to actual actions, he didn't take his old man's words to heart.
Xiao Wenbing, having discerned the old Taoist's intentions, laughed heartily and said, "Master, I usually listen to you. Please tell me quickly, what's the safest way to go?"
Do you want to be safe?
"yes."
“Alright, if you are my good disciple, after leaving the Divine Tree Clan, you should…” The old Taoist suddenly lowered his voice, and a very thin whisper entered Xiao Wenbing’s ears: “Find an uninhabited planet, or a planet without cultivators, hide there, and come out again after two hundred years.”
Xiao Wenbing stared at Xianyun Laodao with his mouth agape, speechless. He never imagined that his master would come up with such a terrible idea... a truly awful one.
What a terrible idea! If he actually does that, won't he be condemned and cursed behind his back, leaving a lasting stain on his reputation?
Volume Four: The Artifacts, Chapter Two Hundred: The Way of Adaptability
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Master, do you mean... to let your disciple desert the battlefield? Xiao Wenbing hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice, a glimmer of hope in his voice, wishing he had misheard or that the old master was joking.
Shaking his head slightly, Xiao Wenbing thought to himself that he must have made a mistake. However, his self-comforting method lasted for less than three minutes before being completely shattered by the old Taoist priest Xianyun.
"This isn't called deserting in the face of battle, it's called temporarily avoiding the enemy's sharp edge, understand?" Old Daoist Xianyun said seriously, his face showing no hint of joking.
Xiao Wenbing blinked his big eyes, and after a moment, he revealed a handsome smile and said, "Hehe... I don't understand."
The old Taoist priest was taken aback, then glared angrily. This was his signature move when dealing with those disciples on Earth; as soon as he made it, those disciples would immediately fall silent.
However, he quickly realized that this facial expression could no longer intimidate Xiao Wenbing. He sighed helplessly and said, "Hey, you kid, do you think being a hero is so easy?"
“Master, of course I know that being a hero is not easy, but…” Xiao Wenbing said with a wry smile, “But have you ever thought about your disciple? If I hide myself as you wish, how will I ever be able to face people again?”
"Why not? As long as you say that an accident occurred during interstellar teleportation and you ended up on a planet without a teleportation array, I guarantee that no one will doubt you." Old Daoist Xianyun chuckled, his expression now carrying a hint of sinister intent.
“But…” Xiao Wenbing’s eyes darted around, and after a moment, he suddenly remembered a reason and hurriedly said, “But Zhang Yaqi and Feng Baiyi are both with me. How am I supposed to explain this to them?”
"Hmph, stop trying to keep me in suspense. I think I don't need to explain your relationship with those two." The old Taoist priest Xianyun saw through his excuse at a glance.
"Well, Master, you spoke so righteously this morning, telling your disciple not to disgrace the ancestors of the Secret Talisman Sect, right? If I do that, wouldn't I lose all face?"
"Disgraceful? Hmph..." Old Daoist Xianyun sneered disdainfully, "Disgraceful is better than losing your life. These words of mine are for those old Daoists to hear. As for my disciple and me, of course we have to tell the truth."
"Master." Xiao Wenbing looked at the old Taoist priest and suddenly called out affectionately.
The old Taoist priest, feeling a chill run down his spine from the look of those thieving eyes, asked, "What are you yelling about?"
Xiao Wenbing leaned closer and whispered, "Master, I only realized today that you are actually quite cunning."
The old Taoist priest, Xianyun, flew into a rage and slapped Xiao Wenbing across the face. However, the slap was all talk and no action; it barely touched Xiao Wenbing's face and didn't even wipe away a single stain.
Seeing Xiao Wenbing's smug expression, as if he had expected this all along, the old man said helplessly, "Nonsense, what cunning? This is just human nature, understand?"
Xiao Wenbing nodded with a smile and said, "This disciple understands."
"Understand? You don't understand anything." The old Taoist priest's anger was evident as he scolded him, then he let out a long sigh and said, "Perhaps, when you reach my age and take on your last disciple, you will understand."
Xiao Wenbing stepped forward, took the old Taoist's warm hand, and said, "Master, I know you don't want anything to happen to me, but I don't want to embarrass you either."
The old Taoist priest's face twitched slightly. He shook off the man's hand and said, "What's my old face worth? Besides, your performance at the secret meeting has already made me lose all face, so you don't need to care. This time, although I'm pleased that you stepped forward, I'm even more worried about you..."
"Yes, thank you for your concern, Master."
"Sigh... This time, I don't ask you to bring glory to our family. As long as you are safe and sound, it will be worth it."
Silently, Xiao Wenbing felt a warm current flowing through his heart. His face was full of smiles, but his eyes were filled with a faint mist.
Gently patting Xiao Wenbing's hand, the old Taoist Xianyun's snow-white eyebrows twitched slightly, and he said, "Good child, to be honest, when I took you as my disciple, I was hoping that you could bring honor to our ancestors and carry forward the Secret Talisman Sect."
He paused for a moment and said, "But now, in this old man's heart, whether you can become a hero or not is not my concern. What I care about is that you can live well." He emphasized his tone and said in a deep voice, "Remember, the Dragon and Phoenix Forbidden Land is not easy to traverse. They are all unreasonable and capricious. If you can avoid going there, then don't go."
“But the invasion of the demon race…” Xiao Wenbing murmured.
“But the invasion of the demon race…” Xiao Wenbing murmured.
"Let them invade. The strength of our cultivation world will surely make them suffer a crushing defeat." The old Taoist Xianyun said solemnly, "I know that young people have the urge to become heroes. But let me tell you, one more hero won't make a difference, and one less hero won't make a difference either. Thousands of years later, when everything returns to dust, who will remember? Let whoever wants to be a hero be one. You just need to live a peaceful and law-abiding life."
"Master, if that's the case, why did you still come to Tianding Star?" Xiao Wenbing asked, raising his head.
The old Taoist priest shook his head and said, "I am different. I am the head of the Secret Talisman Sect. I cannot disgrace our ancestor."
"Yes, Master, I understand."
"Hmm? You... sigh, after all this talk, you're still so stubborn?" The old Taoist priest Xianyun carefully examined Xiao Wenbing. He had a sharp eye and could tell at a glance that his disciple's words were just to appease him.
He looked helplessly at Xiao Wenbing, whose throat was dry from talking, but Xiao Wenbing remained unmoved. The old man truly seemed exhausted.
"Hehe, Master. My trip this time is not a rash act, but rather a premeditated plan," Xiao Wenbing said with a slight smile, confident in his abilities.
"Premeditated?"
"Indeed, Master, please take a look."
After Xiao Wenbing finished speaking, he bowed deeply to the old Taoist priest Xianyun, and at the same time shouted in his heart: "Master, danger, help!"
The old Taoist priest stared intently, wondering what Xiao Wenbing wanted him to see.
The old man, with his sharp eyes, circled around but noticed nothing. He couldn't help but ask, "What do you want to see?"
Xiao Wenbing gave a bitter laugh, cursing inwardly, "Where did my precious god go? Wasn't it supposed to be able to teleport at any time? It was precisely because of this miraculous ability that he dared to back down from his boast and go to the three holy lands."
You must understand, whether it's a dragon or a phoenix, no matter how powerful they are, they are still just beings in the cultivation world, far inferior to gods. I have a precious god backing me up. Although I might not be able to defeat them, as long as I can teleport at any time, my life will naturally be safe.
However, if the God of Treasures can't teleport at any time, then my life won't be guaranteed. Hmm, perhaps I should consider my master's advice.
Just then, Xiao Wenbing keenly sensed a fluctuation in the space. He casually swung his hand, and a ghost-headed broadsword appeared in his hand.
"The Two-Broken Blade?" Xiao Wenbing roared in utter horror, immediately throwing the precious sword in his hand far away.
The precious sword spun in the air, as if it had fallen into the water, and then disappeared into the void.
"Huh?" The old Taoist was shocked. What skill! He hadn't felt any fluctuations in spiritual energy. How did Xiao Wenbing open the mustard seed space?
"My God, let me go to Wanbao Hall." Silently, Xiao Wenbing turned his mental power up to the maximum. If the God of Treasures still couldn't hear him, he, Xiao, decided not to go to the Dragon Palace and Phoenix Nest.
The old Taoist was surprised and deeply impressed by his disciple's miraculous abilities. He touched his white eyebrows that drooped to his cheeks, and was about to ask what was going on when he saw a ray of golden light emanate from Xiao Wenbing's body. In an instant, Xiao Wenbing's body had disappeared without a trace.
The old Taoist priest blinked, his mouth gaping open wider and wider, his snow-white eyebrows gradually standing on end. For the first time in hundreds of years, the old Taoist priest could no longer believe his eyes, and he uttered an incredulous exclamation: "What...what is going on?"
Inside the Wanbao Hall, Xiao Wenbing patted the misty body of the Treasure God with lingering fear, complaining, "Master, why did you send that Two-Broken Blade here?"
"Didn't you cry for danger and help?" Baby God said inexplicably, "There is probably no creature in this realm that can withstand the Two-Severed Blade, so I gave the blade to you."
“But you know, the Two-Broken Blade is an immature product,” Xiao Wenbing said seriously.
"Well, using it occasionally is not a big deal."
Xiao Wenbing raised an eyebrow. Forget it, like the Mirror God, there's no way to explain this kind of guy. He sighed helplessly and said, "Master, remember, if I cry for help in the future, just teleport me here directly, understand?"
"Yes, I understand."
"I don't want to suddenly have another flawed artifact in my possession in the future, understand?"
"Yes, I understand."
"Okay, now you can teleport me back." Xiao Wenbing gave the order with satisfaction.
Without any fanfare, the precious god simply blew a breath at Xiao Wenbing, and with a flash of golden light, it vanished instantly.
Seeing that no one was around, Baby God grumbled discontentedly, "Being a master is really tough. Even when you're trying to flatter someone, you might end up hurting them. Sigh..."
Volume 4: The Divine Artifacts, Chapter 201: The Thousand-Year Pact (Part 1)
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"Master, Master... are you alright? Please don't scare me."
Back in the quiet room, Xiao Wenbing was shocked to see the dazed old Taoist priest, Xianyun. He never expected that a performance would have such unimaginable consequences. He quickly went up to his master and patted his chest and back.
"You... how did you do that?" After a long while, the old Taoist priest Xianyun seemed to have just come to his senses and asked, pointing at him.
It's no wonder the old Taoist priest lost his composure. Over the millennia, he had seen and experienced everything. However, as far as he knew, only a master who had survived the Heavenly Tribulation and comprehended the power of immortal spirits could achieve such a feat.
Xiao Wenbing's cultivation level is so low, how could he have already comprehended the power of immortals? The old Taoist priest didn't believe it at all. Moreover, just looking at Xiao Wenbing's carefree and irresponsible demeanor, without a trace of immortal aura or otherworldly grace, he didn't seem like an enlightened immortal at all.
“Master, this is a secret of yours.” Xiao Wenbing then recounted his trip to Wanbaotang. Of course, while he revealed the secrets of the Treasure God, he still kept some things to himself.
However, upon learning that there would actually be a deity among this generation, even the old Taoist priest Xianyun was utterly astonished. If Xiao Wenbing hadn't displayed such incredible abilities, he simply wouldn't have believed it.
The old Taoist priest Xianyun advised Xiao Wenbing to keep a low profile because he feared that Xiao might accidentally offend people from the three forbidden areas, ultimately leading to his demise. But now…
The old Taoist priest Xianyun, who had been cautious just moments before, burst into laughter and said, "Good, good disciple. Now that you have such a powerful backer, go to the Dragon and Phoenix Holy Land with peace of mind. Remember, never disgrace your master... no, never disgrace your sect."
The old man was radiant and beaming. So what if he's a Dragon and Phoenix Venerable? Does he think he's more arrogant than a god?
Since he has a god backing him up, he can go anywhere in the world.
The next morning, Xiao Wenbing finished tidying up. He had originally planned to discuss with the Mirror God last night how to simplify the Golden Elixir manufacturing process, but he had completely forgotten about it because of the disturbance caused by the old Taoist Xianyun.
However, upon further reflection, I thought, well, there's plenty of time ahead anyway. Now that I've confirmed that I can teleport at will, the creation of the Golden Core weapon is no longer an urgent matter.
I stretched and opened the door. Suddenly, a fragrant breeze wafted towards me.
Before Xiao Wenbing could react, a vibrant and alluring body had already fallen into his arms.
What's going on? Xiao Wenbing could clearly feel the soft, delicate body of a woman in his arms, but among the women he knew, none seemed to be so open and individualistic.
Slowly pulling away from the person in his arms, Xiao Wenbing exclaimed in surprise, "White clothes?"