Jiang Wuyuan didn't expect that Nian Qingfeng would come back specifically to ask him this question.
He knew he had revealed a lot to Nian Qingfeng, and in fact, he had never thought of hiding it.
The existence of a sword spirit is enough to cause countless people to fight over it, but Jiang Wuyuan is willing to believe that Nian Qingfeng is not that kind of person.
Even though he shouldn't underestimate anyone's greed.
But if he couldn't even trust his own master, Jiang Wuyuan didn't know what else he could believe in.
“It was a senior who taught me,” Jiang Wuyuan heard himself answer.
"Did he contact you again after that? Did he ask you for anything?" Nian Qingfeng continued to press.
Jiang Wuyuan was taken aback, then shook his head: "Later... they came to me, but they didn't ask me for anything."
It's not just that I've looked for him.
The person is currently residing in the spirit ring on his body.
Jiang Wuyuan thought helplessly.
"I see." Nian Qingfeng stroked his chin. "The teacher you mentioned when you refused to become my disciple?"
Jiang Wuyuan almost choked on his own saliva: "Yes, that's right."
Seeing Jiang Wuyuan's somewhat helpless and conflicted expression, Nian Qingfeng ultimately decided not to ask any further questions.
Knowing this is enough.
At least we now know that what Jiang Wuyuan learned wasn't some random, dubious stuff, but rather a legitimate inheritance from a powerful swordsman.
Unaware that Nian Qingfeng had imagined the sword spirit as a powerful cultivator, Jiang Wuyuan, seeing Nian Qingfeng's silence, pursed his lips and spoke, "Master, He..."
"Alright," Nian Qingfeng interrupted Jiang Wuyuan with a smile. "Although it's impolite to interrupt others, that's enough for you. I don't want to pry into all your secrets, and I'm willing to believe that you can distinguish right from wrong and won't touch anything you shouldn't."
Is that right, little apprentice?
However, if you don't want to reveal your teacher's existence, and someone asks, just say that I taught you all those things.
These words serve as a reminder, a warning, and also express responsibility and concern at the end.
Jiang Wuyuan had no choice but to nod in agreement.
“You don’t need to worry about the wars with other empires; the Dragon Kingdom has its own arrangements.” Nian Qingfeng changed the subject. “I rarely interfere with your growth, but you can contact me anytime if you need me.”
After all, you haven't contacted me even once since we added each other as friends on our identity bracelets.
At this point, Nian Qingfeng cast a resentful glance at Jiang Wuyuan.
Anyone who didn't know better would think the two were strangers.
Jiang Wuyuan silently reflected on himself and decided to treat Nian Qingfeng as an elder like Huo Qianshan, informing him of everything in advance: "Yes, Master, I understand."
Seeing that he had achieved his goal, and knowing that he still had a mission to complete and time was of the essence, Nian Qingfeng did not linger.
Just as he had arrived, the man, who still possessed the youthful appearance of his younger self, departed like a gust of wind.
Jiang Wuyuan was used to this person's hurried comings and goings. He tidied up the sofa that Nian Qingfeng had messed up and went into the training room.
——
"You mean you're going to break into the top 100 on the leaderboard today??" Huo Ling's eyes widened.
Almost a week later, the two met at a restaurant.
"The top 100 on the leaderboard must all be experts with the strength of a Martial Emperor." Huo Ling recalled the leaderboard he had seen in his memory, his lips twitching uncontrollably.
This kid's gotten this strong?!
I felt like I was on drugs after going to the secret realm.
"I just happen to have no classes for a while, so I'm going to go cheer you on!" Huo Ling clenched his fist. "You didn't even ask me to watch when you were climbing the leaderboard last time."
Jiang Wuyuan felt somewhat helpless.
He really didn't know what was so interesting about the rankings, but since Huo Ling wanted to watch, he had no choice but to agree: "Let's go together this time."
Huo Ling nodded in satisfaction.
After finishing their meal, the two went to the martial arts arena. At this time, Jiang Wuyuan's name was still ranked 114th on the leaderboard.
The boy's gaze casually swept over his own name, lingering on the names of the top 100 on the leaderboard.
The strength of the top 100 on the leaderboard still varies greatly.
The top thirty are already considered grandmasters.
Jiang Wuyuan has never fought against a powerhouse of this level, but he knows that the laws are not something that can be overcome simply by improving one's cultivation level.
Huo Ling quickly scanned the people on the martial arts stage and finally came to a conclusion: "It seems that none of the top 100 on the rankings are present."
Jiang Wuyuan narrowed his eyes, pondering which opponent's arena he would snatch away.
Suddenly, footsteps came from behind Jiang Wuyuan.
As if sensing something, Jiang Wuyuan suddenly turned around.
That was an extremely powerful fighting spirit.
The woman had dazzling blonde hair, a sharp and striking face, and a tall figure, but she held a black staff in her hand, exuding an ominous aura.
The staff was almost as tall as her, and it looked very heavy. The black crystal at the top was coated with a faint red light.
"You're Jiang Wuyuan, a freshman?" The woman stopped in front of Jiang Wuyuan, her words seemingly a question, but she spoke with certainty, "They say you're very strong, and I want to challenge you."
Jiang Wuyuan knew the man's identity in an instant.
Huai Yao, a very famous third-year senior at the university, is a peak Martial Emperor, a summoning mage, and can summon undead.
The most important point.
Her ranking on the list is—
49th place.
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