Chapter 124 What? Who are you calling Young Sect Master...?
Fang Zhuo didn't wait long at the cliff edge before he saw Bai Fu leading more than a dozen subordinates rapidly approaching on their swords.
The dozen or so disciples had all taken stamina pills beforehand, their arm muscles were bulging, and together they carried a huge bronze cauldron.
Bai Fu knew the principle that to win over a client, you first had to appease their child. He placed the cauldron on the ground and reached out to affectionately pat the child's head.
"It's only been two months, and Lieyang has grown taller and more handsome. He looks just like his dad."
"You're welcome to come and play during your holidays. Uncle has just made a batch of really fun toys, and we're just waiting for you to experience them."
Fang Lieyang had a good impression of the old man with the yellow beard, and he agreed loudly, nodding vigorously. He immediately felt that the old man's smile had become even more kind.
For some reason, the workers that the old man brought also had happy smiles on their faces, even happier than when Dad brought home 20,000 or 30,000 spirit stones a few years ago.
The uncles looked at him with shining eyes, as if they were looking at a glittering money tree, the kind that could burst with gold coins at any moment.
Fang Lieyang scratched his head in confusion, looked himself up and down, and felt that his clothes today didn't seem to be anything special.
...That's strange.
Did the toy factory give out bonuses today? Everyone looks so happy.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the workers immediately and efficiently got to work, adjusting the position of the bronze cauldron's opening so that it faced the stream.
In an instant, the world changed color, the water below the cliff surged and churned, and icy water droplets leaped dozens of meters into the air. The droplets hit Fang Lieyang's face, only to be deflected by an unknown dark protective shield.
The water level was dropping rapidly at a visible speed until the riverbed was exposed, and a bright orange ring appeared in the middle of the silt.
Fang Zhuo beckoned, and the ring seemed to sense it and flew over quickly, landing in Fang Lieyang's arms as Fang Zhuo's gesture changed.
Bai Fu flattered at the opportune moment, saying, "This ring is clearly no ordinary item. Congratulations, young friend, on acquiring this treasure."
Flattery will get you everywhere. In his early years, before he started cultivating and when he had no money for food, Bai Fu even went door-to-door begging for food. He has a knack for saying auspicious words.
If you praise him a little more today, he might get a similar good job tomorrow.
If he had known earlier that he was here to retrieve a treasure for Sect Master Fang's child, he should have had his subordinates decorate this bronze cauldron in a dinosaur style as well.
What a blunder... Next time he'll definitely keep two bags of toys that kids his age like in his storage ring.
Bai Fu stroked his beard regretfully as he directed his men to pour the stream water back into the river.
Fang Zhuo lifted Fang Lieyang onto the flying sword and whispered, "The person opposite the ring is a very knowledgeable old man. You can think of him as a tutor. You can talk to him when you are alone in the dormitory. He will guide your cultivation in the future."
Fang Lieyang felt that the ring was very hot, as if it was burning his fingers all the time.
Back in his single room, he eagerly dripped a drop of blood onto his ring, sat properly at the table, and introduced himself:
"Hello, grandpa, my name is Fang Lieyang."
Just as Dad said, the ring gradually projected a phantom image.
The phantom initially flickered, as if it might run out of power at any moment. After flickering for five or six seconds, the phantom gradually formed an extremely realistic 3D image, which was projected in front of Fang Lieyang.
The opposite side seemed to be in a natural cave, all around was pitch black, and only an old man with all white hair and beard sat cross-legged on a lotus platform with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed.
Although the old man didn't speak, Fang Lieyang clearly heard his voice:
"How lucky you are! You actually found my precious ring that I left behind around Deer Cry Mountain more than seven hundred years ago. Heaven has not forsaken me. Perhaps this is the will of Heaven."
"I am getting old. I was indeed quite famous in the desolate hills in my younger days, but let's not talk about my current situation. Just call me True Lord Zixiao."
"The ring you found is connected to my soul. I will impart all my knowledge to you without reservation. Breaking through to the Foundation Establishment stage and ascending to the Golden Core stage will be no problem at all."
True Lord Zixiao continued, "My beloved disciple, where did you find this ring? I clearly sent people to search that area several times, but to no avail."
Fang Lieyang was an honest boy, and he said honestly, "My dad called over a toy factory manager with a yellow beard. The old manager brought a bronze cauldron that was over three meters tall. It was super cool and it absorbed all the water in the stream."
"The ring was right there in the mud; it wasn't hard to find at all."
The person sitting on the lotus platform suddenly opened their eyes.
The child, barely ten years old, didn't understand what was happening, but if this senior couldn't figure out the underlying reasons, he would have lived in vain.
First of all, the streams near Luming Mountain are generally more than three meters deep, and some waters are nearly five meters deep. Even if a cultivator with profound cultivation clearly senses that the treasure ring is nearby, it would take at least two or three hundred meters of water to be drained. Such a large amount of water absorption would require the use of the Primordial Spirit Cauldron of the Refining Sect.
The Primordial Spirit Cauldron is one of the ten most precious treasures in the Refining Sect's collection, and it is generally only used for major ceremonies... So it goes without saying who this so-called yellow-bearded toy factory manager is.
The most crucial question now is: who in the entire Wasteland has the ability to control that slippery old man from the Weapon Forging Sect?
This young man's father not only summoned the old man all the way to the Deer Cry Mountain site, but also had the family's treasure cauldron moved there to be used as a water pump...
Wait, it seems I missed something. What did the child just say his last name?
Zixiao Zhenjun coughed twice and tentatively asked, "You said your name is Fang Lieyang? Then your father's surname is also Fang?"
Fang Lieyang: "Yes, of course my dad's surname is Fang. Grandpa, do you know him?"
“My father’s name is Fang Zhuo. He is very tall and used to work in the outsourcing factory of Yaozong.”
Zixiao Zhenjun said urgently, "Do you have a photo of him? Let me see the photo."
Fang Lieyang opened his phone and showed the old man a photo of himself and his father taken when they were enrolling in school.
Upon seeing the photo, Zixiao Zhenjun nearly fainted.
Help! Isn't that Sect Master Fang of the Giants Sect?!
Although he couldn't move his physical body, he could sit on the lotus platform and use his gaze-capturing device to browse his phone. He had seen many recruitment posts from the Giants Sect on the forum recently, and he had also watched the entire live stream of the arena this morning.
If it weren't for his physical condition, he would have submitted the entire resume.
Five hundred billion! A full five hundred billion has been invested in the arena... From the moment this number appeared, the position of the number one sect in the desolate hills was already undisputed.
Now all the sects in the desolate hills are trying their best to form an alliance with the Giant Sect. The current sect leader of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect is Zi Xiao's junior brother. During Zi Xiao's seclusion, his junior brother often came over to complain about how eager and awkward other sects were in trying to curry favor with Fang Zhuo.
According to my junior brother, the sect leader of the Fu Sect lies in ambush on the path leading out of the Giant Sect from morning till night every day.
Every time Sect Master Fang travels on his sword, Sect Master Fu would suddenly dart out from the roadside like a mouse that has been electrocuted, pretending to have bumped into him by chance. He would cover his mouth with his fist, purse his lips, and back away with a shy and embarrassed expression. He would even insist that he was going the same way and would follow behind Sect Master Fang, flying around eagerly for a while.
When his junior brother came over again to complain about the sect leader's disgraceful behavior, Zi Xiao astutely seized on the loophole in his junior brother's words and asked with his eyes:
"How do you know that the Sect Master of the Fu Sect is blocking people every day, and you even know his expression at that time so well? Were you there at the time?"
Junior brother: "..."
After being ruthlessly exposed, his junior brother didn't come to his cave for a long time.
At this moment, Zi Xiao looked at the photo the child showed him with a solemn expression, and for a moment he felt as if he had searched high and low without finding it, but then found it without any effort at all.
The fact that Sect Leader Fang was willing to entrust the child to him shows that he had placed immense trust in him.
Junior brother, watch closely, your senior brother's licking skills are still slightly better than yours.
To restore the glory of the Sword Sect, it is indeed necessary for him to take action.
If we teach this child well, he will be a meritorious tutor to the Crown Prince, and the Qingyun Sword Sect will become the Giant Sect's number one cooperative sect. This is definitely much better than that Fu Sect guy who waits for people at the gate every day.
Zi Xiao then laughed and said to the child, "From now on, you will call me Master, and I will call you Young Sect Master. We'll address each other by our own titles."
Fang Lieyang's eyes widened, somewhat puzzled: "What young sect master?"
Looking into the child's clear eyes, an unbelievable thought slowly surfaced in Zixiao Zhenjun's mind:
"Uh, young sect leader, didn't your father, who is as great as the sun, tell you that you are now the only son of the sect leader of the number one sect in the desolate hills?"
Fang Lieyang: ? ? ?
Fang Lieyang: !!!
Two minutes later, Fang Lieyang, who was completely stunned by the sudden thunder in broad daylight, opened the forum he hadn't logged into for a long time under the guidance of Zixiao Zhenjun.
The first post on the forum was a post by a netizen celebrating the Giant Sect's victory in the arena competition. In the photos from the scene, the father was prominently standing in the center, and a screenshot of the Spirit Gathering Array showing 500 billion was attached.
The second post on the forum was from a former elder of the Tianji Sect who boasted about successfully switching jobs to the Giant Sect as a warehouse manager. He also posted a photo of himself shaking hands with his father, which was flooded with thousands of envious comments from netizens.
The third post on the forum was from a parent in a private school who filmed the entire simulated battle activity. The toy gun in the video was incredibly detailed, and someone in the comments section pointed out that it was the masterpiece of the Refining Sect's comprehensive forging furnace.
Fang Lieyang put down his phone, closed his eyes, and felt that there was a lot of information to be conveyed.
After a long pause, he opened his eyes in confusion: "Master, is someone using magic to deceive the forum? Are these all real posts?"
Zixiao Zhenjun smiled kindly and immediately projected tens of thousands of pages in front of the child, all of which were news about the Giant Sect's extravagant spending during this period.
Fang Lieyang took a deep breath, took out the toy gun from his storage ring, and examined every detail of the gun carefully once again.
No matter how you look at it, this gun perfectly matches his aesthetic—it's engraved with the profile of the protagonist from Z-Company's new animated series "Science Boy Reeves," and the barrel is printed with Reeves' famous quotes. In any case, it doesn't look like a god-level custom weapon worth hundreds of millions.
Is it possible for magical artifacts to be made to look so cartoonish now?
After being poor for almost ten years, he suddenly became a rich second-generation?
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