Are all the elderly people nowadays so capable?

Kneel down and acknowledge the master as soon as you disagree with something?

If you can't beat them, join them?

Where's the face?

What about the face that has been around for tens of thousands of years?

Don’t you care about your face anymore?

However, looking at the other party's raised butt, Lu Xiaoran, who originally wanted to kill the other party, seemed to have lost the intention to kill.

Never mind, after all, he is also an imperial soldier that has become a demon.

Its strength should be slightly stronger than Er Gouzi's, but it has not practiced any magic and cannot exert the power within its body.

If I teach it a magic trick in the future, the combat power it unleashes will probably be no less than Er Gouzi's.

Just keep it and guard the mountain gate with Ergouzi.

"Since you are willing to acknowledge me as your Lord, then lie down."

The weapon spirit's body trembled for a moment, but it still chose to nod.

"yes."

It knew that the first ceremony in its life was about to come.

Even before, when dealing with Fang Aotian, the relationship between the two was actually more of a cooperative nature.

In a sense, it was simply to assist Fang Aotian. After raising Fang Aotian, it would find a way to repair its own body.

To put it more bluntly, it is taking advantage of Fang Aotian.

But now, it is truly giving up its first time in life for Lu Xiaoran.

"Are you ready?"

The spirit took a deep breath, his body trembling a little, but he said firmly:

"I'm ready."

"Okay, it might hurt a little, just bear with it."

"For my master, I will go through fire and water without hesitation. What's a little pain?!"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Xiaoran directly used the beast taming technique to merge a drop of his own blood into the spirit body of the weapon.

The blood instantly took root and sprouted, spreading to every part of the spirit body of the weapon, completely controlling his spirit body.

From then on, the spirit of the weapon became Lu Xiaoran's slave. If Lu Xiaoran asked him to live, he would live. If Lu Xiaoran asked him to die, he would die. There was no choice in his life, unless Lu Xiaoran died.

After doing all this, Lu Xiaoran wiped his hands and threw away the crumpled handkerchief.

The weapon spirit panted heavily and got up from the ground. Lu Xiaoran said lightly:

"May I have your name?"

"In reply to the master, I don't have a name. From the time I was born till now, I have always been called a weapon spirit."

"Yeah?"

Lu Xiaoran frowned slightly. It would be troublesome to call someone without a name.

"From now on, you can call me Lao Lao Tie."

Lu Xiaoran was originally going to call him Lao Tong, but after calling him that, it seemed like something was not right.

Plus, he's really bad at naming things, so we just call him Laotie.

"Thank you for the name, Master."

"Okay, you can go and guard the mountain gate."

"Yes, sir."

Lao Tie immediately ran to the mountain gate to stand guard.

Not long after, a deep blue light came rapidly from a distance and arrived in an instant.

The moment he saw the light, Lao Tie immediately prepared to attack the opponent.

However, it soon discovered that the other party had the same aura as its own in the body, and should be Lu Xiaoran's demon pet just like itself.

As a result, it held its breath and did not attack the opponent.

The person who came was naturally none other than Er Gouzi, who had the blood of a Qilin. He was ordered to deliver elixirs to the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty and had just returned.

When it saw Lao Tie, it couldn't help but be stunned.

"Hey! Are you also the master's demon pet?"

"Yes. I am an old friend."

Lao Tie responded, and Er Gouzi spoke again:

"How long have you been with the master?"

"It wasn't long. I was just subdued by the master."

"oh!"

Er Gouzi nodded, and his tone seemed to be slightly higher.

Since the other party is a latecomer, you have to set some rules no matter what.

This is a free little brother given to me by my master, so I would waste it if I didn't use it.

Immediately, it coughed lightly and said:

"I was subdued by the master earlier than you. Strictly speaking, I am also your predecessor. There are some rules of the Wuming Sect. I have the obligation to teach you."

Lao Tie's heart skipped a beat.

Er Gouzi actually called himself the deity? My goodness, this guy's cultivation must be quite high.

However, if you think about it carefully, Lu Xiaoran's cultivation is so high, isn't it normal for his demon pet to be a little more powerful?

Thinking of this, Lao Tie was filled with awe.

"In that case, thank you for your guidance, senior."

"Um."

Er Gouzi nodded lazily, lying on the right side of the mountain gate, and said lightly:

"The purpose of our Wuming Sect is just one word: 'survive'. No matter what happens, survive until the end of time. As long as people are alive and keep practicing hard, sooner or later they will be able to turn things around."

"That's what the senior taught me."

"Also, in the sect, you must remember the order of seniority. In the sect, the master is the greatest, then the master's disciples, and then me. Now, there is one more, you. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes. From now on, the younger generation should be more respectful to the elders."

"Yeah! Not bad."

Ergouzi nodded and was very satisfied with Laotie's attitude.

After a while, Er Gouzi pulled up a weed beside the mountain gate and said incoherently:

"By the way, speaking of which. How long have you been practicing?"

"Not much. I have been practicing for less than 30,000 years."

Er Gouzi: “.”

Three hundred and thirty thousand years?

My goodness, I have only practiced for 6,000 years at most, while the other party has been practicing for 30,000 years. This guy must be even stronger than me, right?

Damn it, he really is worthy of being his master, he would just casually accept a slave, and it would be a big boss who has practiced for nearly 30,000 years.

The master is so powerful! It seems that I have to lick the master more often in the future.

But then again, even though Lao Tie has been practicing for nearly 30,000 years, why can’t he feel any demonic power?

It immediately glanced at the spirit of the weapon, Lao Tie, and then it understood.

Laotie is just a natural who becomes a demon through accumulation of time.

The directions of cultivation for monsters and humans are completely different. For monsters to cultivate, they either need to be taught skills by more advanced monsters, or they need to have special bloodline power in their bodies.

For example, I have the blood of Qilin in my body, so I am born with some water-attributed cultivation methods.

Lao Tie, on the other hand, had no one to teach him, and he didn't have any special bloodline. He had simply existed for too long and had developed self-awareness, becoming a half-demon, half-emperor soldier.

However, after it recognized Lu Xiaoran as its master, with a powerful existence like Lu Xiaoran, it would probably not take long for him to get it some demon cultivation techniques so that it could fully unleash its strength.

By then, it will be a big trouble.

At this time, seeing that it was silent, Lao Tie couldn't help but wonder:

"Senior Ergou, what's wrong with you?"

The word "senior" made Ergouzi's face twitch violently.

"Ahem, nothing much."

"That's good. By the way, there are some fallen leaves on the mountain path. Why don't I sweep them up to avoid tarnishing the image of our Wuming Sect?"

The spirit felt that it had to show off. However, before it could do anything, it was stopped by Er Gouzi.

"Don't move, put it down. I can handle this kind of thing."

"How can we entrust this kind of dirty work to you, Senior? Wouldn't that go against the rules of our Wuming Sect?"

"It's okay. I'm a senior, so I should care about the younger generation. I'll do it, you take a rest."

Looking at Er Gouzi who was busy sweeping the fallen leaves, Lao Tie couldn't help but sigh:

"I didn't expect that this Wuming Sect still has so many good people."

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, more than three months have passed.

The disciples' cultivation has been progressing step by step and has improved.

Li Ge’s cultivation.

Wuxia's cultivation is very good. She has now reached the sixth level of the King Realm. Moreover, the egg in her body seems to be cracking, as if something is about to be born. Lu Xiaoran can feel that there is also a powerful spiritual aura in it, which is no weaker than Tianyuan's.

Tian Yuan's strength improved even faster. He had already awakened his soul and now his cultivation had reached the tenth level of Martial King. He was only one step away from reaching the level of Martial Emperor. The purple demon ape soul in his body also became stronger, and his two arms were as thick as a gorilla's.

Ziqiong's progress was also very impressive, reaching the fifth level of the King Realm. However, a divine soul seemed to be born in her body, a Tai Chi Yin-Yang pattern.

Her aptitude was actually originally between Tianyuan and Changsheng, but all the other disciples had taken the Yunshen Pill, and she was the only one who was a zombie, so it was useless for her to take it. As a result, the aptitudes of the others were raised a lot, and her aptitude naturally fell to the same level as Wuxia.

There is no need to say much about Changsheng, he is the most talented among the current disciples.

His current cultivation level has reached the seventh level of Martial Emperor, and it is estimated that he can be promoted to the eighth level of Martial Emperor at any time.

The disciples practiced hard, and Lu Xiaoran's cultivation finally broke through to another level, reaching the peak of the tenth level of Martial Honor.

But there is still a little bit short of breaking through to the realm of Martial Saint.

However, although there is only a slight difference in realm, in reality, breaking through this level is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Lu Xiaoran estimated that he would have to wait at least another one or two months.

"After all, there are still too few disciples. It would be much better if I could have a few more precious disciples. If I could have tens of thousands of disciples, wouldn't I be able to advance one level every day, ascend to the divine realm in half a month, pass the divine realm in a year, ascend to heaven and become an immortal in two years, and step on the foot of the ancestor Hongjun in three years?"

Of course, ideals are full, but reality is skinny. To accept a disciple, one must at least have the qualities of an emperor.

How many great emperors are there in the world?

However, at this moment, Wangcai's voice suddenly sounded in my mind.

"Ding, a new apprentice has been detected, please master, take him in immediately."

Lu Xiaoran's eyes lit up.

"Good fellow, speak of the devil and he will appear. Wangcai, activate the soul pull."

"When the soul pull is activated, the opponent's soul will inadvertently move towards the Nameless Sect."

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