“Master, aren’t you going to teach me anything else?”
In Kunyuan Continent’s Zhenyu Pass, the twin gates were two gigantic black dragons, facing each other to form a massive mountain gate. Not far from it, a stone pillar soared a thousand zhang high. At its peak, the young man Zhou You looked at the white-haired old man sitting on the edge of the cliff.
The white-haired old man’s eyelids were lowered, his long beard reaching his chest. “You are dull-witted. Do not be greedy.”
Zhou You’s expression turned bitter. “Master, I have followed you up the mountain for ninety-nine years. Even a dog would develop feelings, right? How about teaching me a bit more?”
The white-haired old man’s expression remained unchanged. “You are dull-witted. This technique is sufficient.”
Zhou You stood up. “Are you serious?”
The white-haired old man slowly opened his eyes. “I know you are dissatisfied, but don’t be dissatisfied yet, after all, you are dull-witted…”
“Then why the hell did you only teach me Sword Stream?!”
Zhou You was furious. “Even if you taught me one or two moves, I wouldn’t say anything. Putting other things aside, if I get killed by someone in the future, wouldn’t you be criticized? Wouldn’t they say that the disciple you taught is useless?”
The white-haired old man sighed. “Alas, it’s not that I, your master, won’t teach you, but that you…”
“Dull-witted, dull-witted, it’s always the same phrase.”
Zhou You was annoyed.
The white-haired old man shook his head. “Not so.”
Zhou You was startled, then delighted. “Then what is it?”
The white-haired old man calmly said, “You are exceptionally stupid, beyond teaching.”
Zhou You’s face darkened. “I’m going to sever our master-disciple relationship!”
The white-haired old man’s eyes lit up. “Then it’s settled, okay? Don’t look for me if you have any problems in the future. See you… oh no, never see you again.”
“Niu Dali!”
Zhou You roared.
“What do you want?!”
Niu Dali glared back, his aura profound, causing the sky to darken suddenly, muffled thunder to roll, and his qi to surge like a rainbow.
Zhou You instantly lowered his proud head. “Please, old man, have pity on me. To have a great future, I am still a virgin. For so many days and nights, I haven’t even used my Right Hand.”
Niu Dali narrowed his eyes. “So, you used your Left Hand?”
Zhou You suppressed the urge to curse. “I don’t even hope for high-grade sword techniques anymore. Can’t you at least teach me a few low-grade sword techniques? It wouldn’t be in vain for our master-disciple relationship, right?”
Niu Dali said indifferently, “Then I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed. Your master doesn’t know low-grade swordsmanship.”
Zhou You was filled with frustration. “Master…”
Niu Dali raised his hand to interrupt Zhou You. “Little brother, please respect yourself. You just severed your relationship with this old man.”
He drew a semicircle with his Right Hand, pointing into the distance. “You can go home now.”
Seeing this, Zhou You’s face paled. “Master…”
“Please call me Niu Dali.”
“Niu Dali…”
“Heh heh.”
Niu Dali sneered. “What an ungrateful fellow. No matter what, I raised you for nearly a hundred years, and now you’re calling me by my name directly.”
Zhou You laughed in extreme anger. “Fine, fine, so this is how you want to play?”
Niu Dali closed his eyes. “Go well. I won’t see you off.”
Zhou You turned and walked away.
“Wait.”
Niu Dali spoke again.
Zhou You’s expression brightened with joy. “I knew you couldn’t bear to part with me. How lonely would your days be without me? Besides, I’m so weak, I probably can’t walk two li down the mountain before I drop dead with my eyes wide open.”
Niu Dali waved his hand, and a package fell in front of Zhou You. “Take your junk with you.”
The smile on Zhou You’s face instantly froze. After a while, he picked up the package. “Since you’re so heartless, let me know when you’re buried. I’ll come to offer incense.”
As he spoke, he walked down dejectedly.
He hadn’t walked many steps before he couldn’t help but turn back. “Master, how about you bother to see me off? I can’t fly, you never taught me!”
Niu Dali waved his sleeve, tearing space open out of thin air, then threw Zhou You inside.
Afterward, he opened his eyes and looked towards another direction of Zhenyu Pass.
Black lightning crisscrossed there, and muffled thunder faintly rumbled.
“Alas, peaceful days won’t last much longer. Silly boy, cherish your current life.”
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“Sword Stream for ninety-nine years, then back to before I went up the mountain.”
On an official road, Zhou You’s expression was bitter.
He met his master when he was nine. His master said he had extraordinary talent and astonishing perseverance, and thus took him away from his family.
He had also dreamed of roaming the world with a sword, but after five years on the mountain, he suddenly realized.
This old man only taught him Sword Stream!
Sheathing the sword, drawing the sword, returning the sword.
Simple and plain.
Boring and monotonous. Every day, besides sleeping, he even had to draw the sword a few times when he peed.
If he asked, the answer was always that he was dull-witted, not suitable for too much cultivation, and that trying to learn too much would lead to failure.
He wanted to learn how to fly, but what happened? He said young people were too impatient and prone to accidents if they flew around, and that high altitudes were dangerous. If he accidentally fell to his death, would it be his fault or his master’s?
Looking back, the massive, mountain-like gates of Zhenyu Pass were no longer visible.
His master never explained anything about this place. In any case, there had been no movement for all these years.
Zhou You only knew that passing through Zhenyu Pass would lead to a special ‘world’.
“Whatever.”
Zhou You suddenly became cheerful again. “If there’s no place for me here, there’s a place for me elsewhere. If there’s no place for me anywhere, I’ll rob the rich.”
His thoughts opened up, and his mood improved. He immediately untied the travel bag his master had prepared for him.
One storage ring, a stack of toilet paper, ten bottles of bigu pills for hunger, and a map.
“He’s really senile.”
Zhou You pouted. “Couldn’t he have just put everything in the storage ring?”
He put on the ring, branded it with his Soul Power. Inside the three-meter-long, wide, and high space, High-Grade Spirit Stones were piled high, and in the middle, a hundred top-grade spirit stones were placed. On top of this pile of spirit stones was a bronze token, half a foot tall, with the characters “Zhenyu” on it.
Besides these, there was an ancient sword he usually used.
The scabbard was cast from profound gold, with ferocious, clawing ghosts on it. The sword guard was shaped like a Jiaoyan , and the pommel was round, with a single character on it—Evil Extermination.
This sword, named Evil Extermination, was Niu Dali’s personal weapon and had been used by Zhou You all these years.
Naturally, he had also prepared plenty of pills for him, leaving a dedicated area in the corner filled to the brim.
For a moment, Zhou You was in tears. “Master, why didn’t you prepare some gold for me? Where am I supposed to lose my virginity?”
His crying stopped abruptly. He suddenly slapped his head.
Can’t spirit stones be sold for money?
He finally realized that he was indeed dull-witted…
“Home, I’ll go home first.”
Zhou You happily ran forward. “I’m only one hundred and eight years old now. As long as my parents cultivate as hard as I do, they’d only be in their one hundred thirties now, so they must still be alive and well.”
“Then I’m going to lose my virginity. I’m going to be a real man.”
“I wonder who will be lucky enough to receive my hundred-plus years of treasure.”
The more he thought about it, the happier he became. He ran very fast, his eyes gleaming.
A real man never uses his Right Hand!