Chapter 4840 — Please Take Me as Your Disciple
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Absolute success?" It was the first time Wei Zhao had heard the term. But a moment's thought made it clear, and he said with perfect nonchalance, "Oh, that's easy enough. What's so strange about it?"
"Easy?!" Qing Xuanzi gave a start and nearly bit off his own tongue. He stared at Wei Zhao as though at some freak of nature. "I said absolute success—how could that be easy? I've never seen a single alchemist manage it. Aren't you afraid a strong wind will make you bite your tongue..."
Here Qing Xuanzi suddenly stopped short. The man was not merely boasting, after all—he had genuinely achieved absolute success. What was as hard as scaling heaven for himself might truly be child's play in another's eyes.
Seeing Qing Xuanzi frozen and silent, everyone assumed he was once again scheming up some way to squeeze the Hong Clan Chamber of Commerce—even Wei Zhao thought so. But when they saw what Qing Xuanzi did next, they were all struck dumb.
Thud! Qing Xuanzi abruptly dropped to his knees before Wei Zhao, his expression turning incomparably solemn and reverent. "Master above," he declared gravely, "please take me as your disciple!"
"What in the world? What kind of act is this?" Not only Wei Zhao but Chai Laoshi, Steward Hao—every soul in the hall—was left utterly stunned.
Even Ling Yuanqing's expression turned rather peculiar. His academy's chief alchemist had suddenly dropped to his knees before another man begging to become his disciple—such a bizarre spectacle he had truly never encountered. The man had been plotting against this very opponent moments ago; how had it come to such an absurd twist?!
Here was another one who flipped faces faster than turning a page! Watching Qing Xuanzi's expression, Wei Zhao could not help but twitch the corner of his mouth, and instinctively thought of Aotian Ba—except that creature would be chatting amiably one moment and suddenly turn on you and fling you into the sea, whereas this fellow before him was even more outlandish: in the thick of a vicious fight, he suddenly dropped to his knees...
Ignoring the strange looks from the crowd, Qing Xuanzi gazed at Wei Zhao with burning eyes and ventured cautiously, "If your disciple has not guessed wrongly, you must be a first-grade Mystic-Rank alchemist, are you not?"
By the ranking of alchemists, above seventh-grade Yellow Rank lay an entirely new realm—the legendary Mystic-Rank alchemist. Even a first-grade Mystic-Rank was a height no seventh-grade Yellow-Rank alchemist could ever hope to reach, one to be looked up to, never matched.
"Oh?" Wei Zhao gave him a look of unreadable meaning at these words, neither confirming nor denying on the spot.
"It must be so. Your disciple has seen no small number of seventh-grade alchemists, but not one could refine seventh-grade Great Restoration Pills with such speed—let alone ten in a day, I've never even heard of one in a day. And yours was absolute success besides. Apart from a first-grade Mystic-Rank alchemist, your disciple truly cannot conceive of any other possibility!" Qing Xuanzi declared with absolute conviction.
As the Morning Star Academy's chief alchemist, Qing Xuanzi was regarded by all as a figure of lofty, untouchable status—yet behind the glory lay a torment of colossal proportions, for he had been stuck at the seventh grade, without the slightest breakthrough, for over two hundred years now! (To be continued.)