Chapter 768: Obedient Disciple Comes into the Embrace 02

Fei Mian's newly mustered courage was punctured again.

He lowered his head, hiding the reddening corners of his eyes, and tightly gripped the hem of his clothes.

No way.

Knowing he had a variant dark spiritual root, this Immortal Master surely wouldn't accept him as a disciple.

Jin Chen heard it, yet acted as if he hadn't heard, still not shifting his gaze.

Do you need this Venerable to repeat it again?

In an instant, Fei Mian's eyes flickered, and his despairing expression finally changed.

He took a deep breath and hurriedly climbed to his feet.

"I... I hit!"

His voice was soft and sweet, yet now filled with resolve.

Zhang Guang and Zhang Wan instantly changed expression, turned to flee, but as soon as they turned, they were swept sideways and knocked down.

Although Fei Mian was only at Qi Refining Second Layer, his dantian held ample mystic power; his palm strike brought wind, revealing sharp edge.

Within five moves, both were knocked to the ground, unable to get up, and dared not retort, fearing reproach from the Immortal Master.

Despite his serious injuries, Fei Mian had knocked down the two, but he could barely stand, staggering over to Jin Chen's side.

Yet he dared not get too close, fearing his dusty self would soil the Immortal Master's pristine white robes.

"... I won."

Fei Mian stared at the cloud-patterned sash at his waist, not daring to lift his head.

Who would have thought the next second, his whole body was lifted into the air.

When his gaze met Jin Chen's cheek, Fei Mian was still dazed.

Gazing at his handsome visage, he blinked foolishly, unable to shift his eyes, his whole body stiffening.

Like a dirty little cat, his face bore patches of blue and red, tears swirling in the depths of his eyes, yet he dared not let them fall, even holding his breath.

A smile flickered in Jin Chen's eyes, his voice still cool and detached: "Have you not repeatedly lifted your head to gaze upon this Venerable?"

His hidden thought was exposed; Fei Mian lowered his head, puffed out his cheeks, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"What is your surname and name, and do you have a master?" Jin Chen asked again.

Fei Mian shook his head, his voice still childish: "I am Fei Mian, without a master... an outer disciple of the Sword Cultivation Institute."

"This Venerable is called Jin Chen; from now on you are my personal disciple."

Jin Chen timely responded, glanced briefly at the stunned Zhang Guang and his brother, then embraced the person and flicked his sleeves away.

He still needed to inform the Sect Leader's nephew before he could justifiably claim the person.

The golden light vanished before their eyes, and only then did the two brothers regain their voices, their legs trembling.

"That... that Immortal Master just now, what did he call himself?"

"Jin, Jin..."

Zhang Guang sucked in a cold breath, not even daring to speak the name outright.

At least they were inner disciples, having some knowledge of the names of the various Immortal Masters of Xuanzong Sect.

On the first page of the Immortal Master's register were the two characters Jin Chen, his level already reaching Great Completion, the sect's guardian master, who had been in seclusion for a long time, not emerging from Dusk Cloud Peak.

"Fei Mian... what kind of damn luck is this!"

【Hey, I thought you'd bring the little one back to raise, but you ended up taking on a personal disciple.】

【Overbearing Master, blazing hot～】

【Raising a disciple is nice; raise him long enough and he becomes your wife.】

0731 chattered nonstop.

Jin Chen, holding the person, rushed to the Golden Hall, just as the peak elders gathered; nearly all Immortal Masters of Xuanzong Sect were present, awaiting the final result of the sect's minor trial.

Your Highness is the outstanding of this batch from each academy, only waiting for the final contest to come out, then to vie for supremacy, to see who truly deserves to be the first place among Xuanzong Sect's new batch of disciples.

A sharp golden light flashed past, and everyone turned to look.

Seeing the arrival, the person wore a jade crown binding white hair, a silver silk cloud-patterned robe, tall and slender, worthy of being called an otherworldly immortal visage.

The disciples had never seen such a figure; upon seeing the golden token, they dared not act rashly, only touching heads and exchanging whispers to inquire about identity.

Even more shocking was that this Immortal Master's arms held none other than Fei Mian, the most disliked among their batch!

Before the disciples could react, they heard all the elders behind them shout in unison.

"Greetings, Elder of the Spirit Order."

Luo Yi Ping hurriedly led the new disciple to kowtow and kneel in worship.

"Hn."

Jin Chen casually flicked his sleeves, counting it as a response.

Sect Leader Luorongchang rose first, glanced at the dazed Fei Mian in Jin Chen's arms, and asked doubtfully: "Master Uncle, why did you come out of the peak today and still be with this disciple..."

Before he could finish, he suddenly seemed to think of something, his tone turning stern and astonished.

"Master Uncle, could it be that you intend to take Fei Mian to Dusk Cloud Peak?"

Luorongchang didn't even dare to think of accepting him as a disciple.

After all, he had known since childhood that his Master Uncle's strength had already reached Great Completion, even his Master Ancestor was no match.

He simply refused to take any disciples, disliked interacting with others, directly claimed Dusk Cloud Peak for solitary seclusion, emerging only in times of great turmoil.

Fei Mian shifted his body; in Jin Chen's embrace his line of sight was actually higher than the Sect Leader's, he felt unaccustomed, yet dared not say he wanted to get down, so he could only stay obediently.

"Fei Mian... greetings, Sect Leader."

Luorongchang looked at Fei Mian's wounded face, his heart startled again, he glanced carefully at Jin Chen and asked: "How did you get these wounds?"

Fei Mian paused, gazing far toward the kneeling disciples where Xie Xi stood; the latter's eyes were wary, both surprised and angry.

What the hell is with this damned Fei Mian!

He's already an outer sect disciple, and he's even latched onto such a powerful Immortal Master! And he's actually the master's martial uncle!

Silence for a few seconds, and just as Luorongchang couldn't help but ask again, Jin Chen answered on Fei Mian's behalf.

"I happened to leave the peak and saw this kid being bullied by a Sword Cultivation Institute disciple. I don't know how the Sect Leader usually disciplines disciples."

Luorongchang broke out in a cold sweat all over.

Although institute disciples and inner disciples differ, the Sword Cultivation Institute ultimately falls under his teaching; even if institute disciples make mistakes, it counts as his inadequacy as a teacher.

What's more, he was even seen in person by his martial uncle!

"This... must be a misunderstanding. Today is the day of the sect's various institutes' minor trials; perhaps... perhaps they were just sparring."

At his age, Luorongchang was about to kneel.

"Martial Uncle, are you here today to watch the new disciples' sparring? This batch has plenty of talents!"

"No need." Jin Chen calmly refused.

"I have come to inform the Sect Leader that from now on, Fei Mian will be an inner disciple of Dusk Cloud Peak under my name, effective immediately."

Upon hearing Jin Chen's words, Luorongchang's legs went weak again.

This Fei Mian is the face of all his people, taken into the Sword Cultivation Institute, yet suddenly he's become his peer!

Also frightened were the institute deans and elder Immortal Masters, who exchanged glances, secretly thinking perhaps Fei Mian really had some special quality, but they just hadn't noticed when selecting disciples that day?!

Otherwise, how could the Spiritual Order Senior have directly taken him as an inner disciple?

This is a blessing they don't even have!

The kneeling disciples' thoughts were even shallower.

Xie Xi endured and endured, yet still stood up straight, bowed with clasped hands, his voice crisp and tender, which rang out exceptionally clear in the quiet hall at this moment.

"Reporting to the Immortal Venerable! Fei Mian's Immortal Veins are a variant dark spirit root; do you still want to take him as a disciple? Variant spirit roots are utterly useless!"

Upon hearing that, Luorongchang could no longer bear it, his legs gave out and he knelt down, his heart pounding like thunder.

The other Immortal Masters also knelt on the ground, their vision going dark.

Which disciple is this? How dare he be so reckless!