"Young man, time flies. It's time for you to take on apprentices."
Li Xingtian patted Su Lin's arm and smiled gently: "Practice hard, don't ruin this young man. In my opinion, his talent is no less than that of Qingyang back then, and he deserves to be carefully nurtured."
Not weaker than Su Qingyang?
If compared within the martial arts system, Su Qingyang is already considered a future sword saint.
If we convert this proportionally into the cultivation system, wouldn't this young man have the potential to become an immortal or ancestor?
Wow... Linlin actually managed to get me such a top-notch seedling!
Su Lin was amazed. Just as he was about to ask Li Xingtian again, he realized that his grandmaster had left without a sound or notice.
"As expected, my master's cultivation has improved far beyond mine. I still need to continue to work hard."
Su Lin murmured to himself, becoming increasingly aware of his own weakness and inadequacy.
He never expected that Li Xingtian, who had just successfully shown off his skills in front of his grand-disciple and was feeling satisfied, would catch Su Lin's muttered words with his divine sense and pause in his tracks.
The next moment, Li Xingtian clenched his fists, and his steps, which were originally heading towards the wine jar, turned back towards the secluded cultivation room.
"Not a moment's rest! They really won't let this old man have a moment's rest!"
......
At this moment, Lu Zhouming had already brought Wang Qingyue to Su Lin.
"Guanzhu."
"Guanzhu."
Lu Zhouming and Wang Qingyue bowed simultaneously, showing their respect.
"Um."
Su Lin nodded, but his gaze didn't fall on Wang Qingyue; instead, it landed on Lu Zhouming.
According to the information presented by Xiao Linlin, Lu Zhouming is currently serving as Wang Qingyue's close friend, which is something that makes Xiao Linlin quite depressed.
She intentionally sent out so many people to make contact, but failed to develop a deep relationship with Wang Qingyue. On the contrary, Lu Zhouming was able to chat with Wang Qingyue.
What do you think of him?
Su Lin looked at Lu Zhouming and asked, and Lu Zhouming smiled slightly, cupped his hands and respectfully replied, "Reporting to the Abbot, Wang Qingyue has excellent aptitude for cultivation. He has reached the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment in less than a year since entering the Dao, which is enough to rival the geniuses of the Immortal Sect. He is a rare and promising talent."
"Our grandmaster thinks so too, and everyone thinks so."
Su Lin withdrew his gaze and met Wang Qingyue's eyes: "How does it feel to be the center of attention?"
"I am filled with fear and unease, and I dare not slack off in my cultivation for a moment, lest I fail the sect's high expectations."
Wang Qingyue dared not meet Su Lin's gaze, lowered her head respectfully, and spoke in a manner that was neither humble nor arrogant.
He admitted that he knew the sect had high hopes for him and felt real pressure. He dared not be complacent or self-satisfied, for fear of missing this golden opportunity to change his life.
"I walked the same path back then, and you now are somewhat similar to me back then."
Su Lin tapped his fingers lightly on the table, gazing at the two people in front of him. Countless eyes watched from afar, mostly filled with envy from the other disciples.
What Wang Qingyue is about to possess is what they have been pursuing all along.
"It is my blessing to have the same spiritual cultivation experience as the abbot."
Wang Qingyue kept his head down, unhurried and taciturn, and did not change his address to Master Daofu.
He was very clear about the rules and kept to himself, so as not to offend Su Lin.
It's hard to imagine a young man being able to do something so detailed, but one can guess that it was mostly Lu Zhouming's guidance to him, explaining in advance the abbot's personality and preferences in dealing with people.
"Do you know how I got to this point in the first place?"
Su Lin asked with a smile. Wang Qingyue was silent for a moment, then tentatively whispered, "Kill?"
Su Lin suppressed her smile and glanced at Lu Zhouming, who looked completely innocent beside her.
This guy really became someone's close friend, explaining quite a few things beforehand, even mentioning Su Lin's past experiences.
"No."
Su Lin said calmly, "Not to kill, but to fight."
"Under the spotlight and with high expectations placed upon him, the road ahead is uncertain, and he will ascend to immortality through martial arts."
"Like other mortals in this world, I know that the future is hopeless, but I am unwilling to succumb to despair, so I can only fight with all my might."
"Killing is a means, not my intention; only by upholding the will to fight and having an indomitable spirit can I seize a glimmer of hope."
"Only with this ambition in mind can one compete with others, with the heavens, and even with the forces beyond the heavens."
Su Lin spoke softly, her voice tinged with a faint sigh, as if recalling her past experiences along the way.
Wang Qingyue raised his head and met Su Lin's gaze for the first time. After a moment, he shook his head: "This disciple is dull-witted."
He could hear the faint coldness in the abbot's voice, and even more so, a touch of sorrow. This man, who didn't look much older than him, seemed to be hiding many secrets.
"You'll understand later, as long as you're willing to become my disciple."
Su Lin suddenly smiled, and Wang Qingyue was taken aback, not expecting Su Lin to suddenly bring up the matter he was most looking forward to.
A flicker of excitement crossed his face, and he quickly bowed and clasped his hands, saying, "This disciple has been seeking your guidance day and night, and is willing to serve you as your disciple for the rest of my life."
“Lift your head and look at me.”
"yes."
Wang Qingyue raised her head and met Su Lin's gaze.
These eyes are clear and youthful, brimming with excitement and the fiery passion unique to young people. They are eyes full of hope and drive for the future, and they are very pure.
"Bow."
Su Lin slightly raised his hand, and Wang Qingyue finally couldn't help but smile. Being a young man, he could no longer contain his joy and quickly pulled up his robe, knelt down on both knees, and kowtowed to Su Lin.
"Disciple Wang Qingyue kowtows to Master!"
The clear voice wasn't loud, but it briefly silenced the surrounding noise, drawing more and more gazes from afar, watching the scene in silence.
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