Reborn in the Great Yan Dynasty: I Cultivated to Become a Martial Saint Through Telekinesis

Chapter 56 Huntian Sect

Liu Qing was a thin old man wearing a gray long robe. He had a gaunt face and three long gray-white beards under his chin, which added to his otherworldly air.

Seeing Mo Zheng stop, a smile appeared on his face.

Mo Zheng was also looking at Liu Qing.

It was the first time he had met the other person.

Mo Zheng was undoubtedly extremely grateful to this powerful martial artist who was considered a master even in the Visceral Realm.

"Back then, before I fought You Chendong, I was just an insignificant new disciple."

Mo Zheng knew his situation back then. He had been a disciple of the Martial Arts Hall for a month. Although he defeated six disciples in the arena, he was also injured. Those six were just new disciples and were nothing to worry about. But at that time, the sword master in front of him had already noticed him and wrote him a letter.

"Without Liu Qing's guidance, I would never have been able to defeat You Chendong, nor could I have made such great progress in just over a month. For such a great figure, even the true teachings of the Martial Arts Hall are nothing, yet he is willing to guide a mere novice like me. This is a great favor."

Once you master the Twelve Swords of Wind, your foundation will be incredibly solid. This is a major event that will affect your martial arts career for a lifetime. How could the debt of gratitude not be heavy?

Mo Zheng was extremely grateful; without that letter, he wouldn't be where he is today.

Everyone watched this scene with tension, watching Mo Zheng become a disciple.

Apart from You Chendong, who has already stood behind Wang He, no one has yet successfully become a disciple of these powerful martial artists who are invincible even in the Visceral Realm.

But everyone knew that this young master of the You family relied on his family background, and was not truly recognized by these most powerful teachers.

Let's not argue, okay?

That's Liu Qing, one of the strongest swordsmanship teachers in the Martial Arts Hall, who has personally killed several powerful beings at the Internal Organs Realm.

"Junior Brother Mo!" Zhao Tong and Wang Yuan both clenched their fists nervously.

Wang Yuan, in particular, who came from a prestigious family, understood even more how terrifying a powerful martial artist like Liu Qing could be.

Even a powerful family like the You family, which has been passed down for generations and is at the Internal Organ Realm, could be wiped out by him with a single sword and a flick of his wrist.

What terrifying power this is!

Can we not argue?

"Perhaps you should think about it again."

Wang He couldn't hold back any longer and said, "I will definitely keep my promise to you."

"Junior Sister Wang, that's a bit of a rule. We can't talk to each other before the disciples are chosen."

Liu Qing smiled and said, "The headmaster is still here watching, isn't he?"

"Wang He, you are not allowed to speak again," the headmaster said in a deep voice.

Wang He looked helpless, her eyes filled with resentment as she gazed at Mo Zheng.

The three of them spoke in low voices; the teacher on the stage, who was far away, could not hear them clearly, let alone the disciples below.

But You Chendong heard it.

He gritted his teeth, glanced jealously at the boy in front of him, and dared not say a word.

Wang He's attitude towards him could be described as complete indifference. The only time she gave him guidance was when he risked great danger by climbing Tianxing Cliff every day.

Now, they're actually taking the initiative to try and become the other person's disciple.

This comparison made him, the eldest son of the You family, feel a great sense of loss.

It's already difficult to become a disciple of such a powerful being who is hard to beat even at the Visceral Realm level, and yet this young man is being fought over by two such powerful beings?!

No one paid attention to what he was thinking; everyone's eyes were on Mo Zheng.

Mo Zheng's idea was simple: to become Liu Qing's disciple.

A true man repays kindness with kindness and avenges wrongs with wrongs!

Without him, I would never have achieved what I have today.

As for the Martial Saint's guidance, it was completely useless to him who was still building his foundation.

Moreover, if Di Xiao was able to conquer the seventh floor of the Tower of Ascension back then, why can't he do the same today, now that he's on the same path?

Once you truly understand the Twelve Styles of Wind, Mo Zheng is confident that he is no less than Di Xiao.

Not only is he talented, but he also possesses telekinesis, which greatly helps him in cultivating swordsmanship.

Mo Zheng knelt down respectfully and, following the rules for all disciples to become disciples, kowtowed to Liu Qing and said, "Disciple greets Master Liu and hopes that Master Liu will accept me as his disciple."

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Mo Zheng and Liu Qing, and the entire square became extremely quiet, especially the disciples, who were unaware of the situation and their hearts were in their throats.

Should they be driven away as before, or should they accept it?

"Mo Zheng, this is the first time I've met you too."

Liu Qing smiled and said, "Since you've fulfilled my request, then kowtow."

Ok?

Mo Zheng suddenly looked up at Liu Qing, then kowtowed with a joyful expression, repeatedly saying, "Disciple greets Master, greets Master..."

After saying that, he kowtowed eight times.

"Very well, from today onwards, you are my disciple, Liu Qing's disciple, hahahahaha..."

Liu Qing stroked his beard and laughed heartily, his laughter echoing throughout the entire square.

This scene immediately caused an uproar among the disciples in the entire square.

As they watched this scene, seeing Liu Qing laughing happily and Mo Zheng beaming with joy, everyone's minds were in a bit of a mess. Had they really succeeded in becoming disciples just like that, or was it Liu Qing?

Liu Qing was arguably the strongest among the kendo teachers, which was evident from the fact that he sat closest to the headmaster.

Moreover, the last time this sword master accepted a disciple was five years ago, when he accepted Zhou Xian as his disciple.

Many disciples had tried to become his disciples but were rejected, yet Mo Zheng succeeded today.

"Oh my god..."

Xuan'er rubbed her forehead, feeling slightly dizzy. She exclaimed, "Senior Sister Xiaoyu, this young man has actually become Liu Qing's disciple! Doesn't that mean he's destined to become a true disciple?"

Liu Qing takes very few disciples, but every single one of them has mastered the true teachings.

Liu Qing's reputation was built on his powerful swordsmanship and his skilled disciple.

"Yes, he will surely have a place among the future true disciples."

A beautiful woman in a light white dress looked at the young man on the stage, a complex expression appearing in her eyes.

Just a month ago, the other party was still under pressure from the Hidden Dragon Society and was at a loss. She even wanted to lend a helping hand at that time.

However, in just one month, he transformed into an inner disciple and became Liu Qing's apprentice.

This achievement, this talent, this potential, is already so dazzling that she looks up to it with awe.

Even if she is a direct descendant of the Jiang family of Liangzhou, what is the Jiang family compared to Liu Qing?

The Visceral Realm experts that Liu Qing personally killed were all patriarchs of powerful clans. However, once a Visceral Realm expert died, those two clans were immediately wiped out.

Such a disciple held a much higher status than the young masters and ladies of these prominent families.

"Mo Zheng is really lucky," Xuan'er exclaimed, her eyes filled with envy.

Her dream was to become a disciple of a powerful teacher, but to this day, she has not even made it past the first level of the Tower of Ascension.

Jiang Xiaoyu didn't say anything, just smiled faintly, "Good luck?"

It was just good luck; Liu Qing wouldn't even look at him.

There are only two ways to become a disciple of these powerful martial artists who are hard to beat even in the Visceral Realm: one is through connections, where it is the duty of their descendants to take care of them; the other is to be a true genius whom they admire.

Mo Zheng clearly has no powerful connections; otherwise, she would have known about him.

"Mo Zheng, I don't know how far you can go in the end..." Jiang Xiaoyu murmured.

"Junior Brother Mo's cultivation speed is too fast, too fast!"

Xiao Nan, who was in charge of guarding the Sutra Repository, said with great emotion, while the disciple surnamed He beside him was equally astonished.

A figure as important as Liu Qing doesn't easily accept disciples.

Although the Liangzhou Martial Arts Academy admits thirty disciples every year, half of whom practice swordsmanship, only one has caught his eye in several years.

Mo Zheng actually succeeded...

The two of them watched Mo Zheng grow up little by little.

From the first time he chose the Wind Shadow Sword Technique, to breaking through to the flesh and skin realm, and then to cultivating the Twelve Wind-Walking Swords.

Just two months ago, he was a clueless boy who had just reached the peak of the Qi and Blood Realm. In just two months, he has grown to the point where he was accepted as a disciple by Liu Qing.

That's too fast, this cultivation speed is too fast.

Both of them had been practicing for two years before they were able to pass through the secret realm and become disciples, while the other person only took two months.

His cultivation speed was rare even among the twenty-one names on the True Inheritance Stele.

Most importantly, he is still so young; Mo Zheng will be fifteen after the New Year.

"Perhaps one day he will be able to rival Lan Jun," said the disciple surnamed He.

"Master Liu has extremely high standards. Now that he's accepting disciples, I think that day won't be too far off," Xiao Nan affirmed.

Just as these disciples were surprised, envious, and jealous of Mo Zheng's successful apprenticeship under Liu Qing, some people were unhappy.

"Hmph, let's go!"

Seeing the harmonious scene between the two people in front of her, Wang He felt a surge of anger rising within her.

With her status as a disciple of the Martial Saint, whom even the headmaster had to show deference to, she was utterly humiliated to be rejected by such a young fellow in front of so many people.

He immediately stood up and strode off the stage.

As soon as she left, Fang Yang, You Chendong, and the others followed her.

Upon seeing this, the headmaster shook his head and smiled, thinking to himself that he still had the same bad temper.

It's no wonder, though, that the little guy didn't choose her.

It's certain that I couldn't resist.

Mo Zheng also witnessed this scene and asked with some concern, "Master Liu, Master Wang, she..."

"Still calling him Master Liu?" Liu Qing frowned slightly.

"teacher."

Mo Zheng hurriedly changed his tune.

"Yes, that's more like it."

Liu Qing glanced at Wang He and her group and said, "Don't worry about her. It's a small matter. With your master here, she won't hold it against you."

Upon hearing this, Mo Zheng calmed down.

Even if the sky falls, the teachers will be watching over things. If he says it's okay, then it's okay.

The graduation ceremony has now concluded, which is in line with the style of martial artists—they always do things simply and let their strength speak for itself.

The graduation ceremony, held every six months, serves two purposes: first, it allows the headmaster to help these geniuses recognize their true abilities and prevent them from becoming arrogant due to rapid progress; second, it allows inner disciples to formally become disciples.

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire square erupted in cheers and jubilation. The disciples scattered in all directions, their faces beaming with happy smiles.

The training at the Martial Arts Hall is extremely intense on weekdays. There are monster missions that must be completed every month, and there are also missions to go out and train. Only the ten days of annual leave can be taken carefree and relaxed without any pressure.

Martial arts geniuses are also human; they also crave rest and family reunions.

"Come to my courtyard, I have something to say to you," Liu Qing said.

Mo Zheng responded respectfully and followed Liu Qing's footsteps toward Xiaohan Peak.

Before long, they arrived at the other party's courtyard.

It's very close to the headmaster's courtyard, and the scenery is excellent. There are already two figures inside: one is Zhou Xian, and the other is a girl in red with delicate features, fair skin, and a tall, curvaceous figure.

"Teacher!" "Grandpa!"

Upon seeing Liu Qing, the two immediately came forward to greet him.

"No need, no need. Let me introduce you. This is Mo Zheng, my new disciple who joined the sect today. Mo Zheng, I don't need to introduce Zhou Xian, right? This is my granddaughter, Liu Rou, who is also an inner disciple. You can call her Senior Sister."

Mo Zheng immediately stepped forward to greet him.

"Junior Brother Mo, congratulations! Our master doesn't accept disciples easily, you are truly blessed to be his student," Zhou Xian said with a smile.

"Zhou Xian, you're mistaken about that."

Liu Qing picked up the conversation and laughed, "Today, Wang He actually offered to have the Cold Sword Martial Saint guide her in order to compete with me for your Junior Brother Mo. At the time, I was thinking that I had missed out on Mo Zheng, but I didn't expect that I would still have this master-disciple relationship with your Junior Brother Mo."

"That's great, that's great! Junior Sister Wang He is always trying to compete with me, but doesn't she know that this master-disciple bond can't be won through competition?"

Zhou Xian and Liu Rou'er were both shocked to hear this. They weren't there, and they never expected such a scene to happen.

"Rou'er, go and get some wine and dishes. We're going to drink until we drop today," Liu Qing instructed.

"Yes, Grandpa."

Liu Rou'er glanced at Mo Zheng curiously before turning to leave, but she couldn't understand why he was so popular, and why Wang He was also vying for him.

That was guidance from the Cold Sword Martial Saint.

In the eyes of martial artists, any martial saint is as high and mighty as a god.

"Junior Brother Mo, I admire your ability to resist the temptation of the Martial Saint's guidance."

Zhou Xian was extremely impressed. He never imagined that the boy who came from Shangyin County and knew nothing had grown to this level in just two months.

There aren't many people who can attract top experts like Liu Qing and Wang He to compete to take on as disciples.

Most importantly, he was able to resist the temptation of being instructed by the Martial Saint and still insisted on becoming Liu Qing's disciple.

If he were in his shoes, he might not have been able to make such a decision.

Even with Liu Qing's guidance.

"What are you saying, Senior Brother Zhou? If it weren't for you, who knows what would have happened with the Black Sand Gang incident back then."

Mo Zheng laughed and said, "Besides, my teacher guided me first. Without that letter from my teacher, how could I be who I am today?"

"Though we are not formally master and disciple, we are in reality master and disciple. How could I possibly turn to someone else?"

If it weren't for Zhou Xian, even if Mo Zheng could kill the leader of the Black Sand Gang, such a large gang with so many members would be helpless if someone harbored ill intentions and targeted his family.

After all, you can only be a thief for a thousand days, how can you guard against thieves for a thousand days

Similarly, without Liu Qing, Mo Zheng wouldn't have grown so quickly.

Therefore, he was genuinely grateful to both of them.

Compared to Wang He, there's also You Chendong. The choice of teacher is self-evident.

"I didn't realize you had such a straightforward and vengeful nature. Not bad, not bad."

Liu Qing looked at Mo Zheng with admiration and said, "Then congratulations on officially becoming a disciple of the Hun Tian Sect."

Ok?

Mo Zheng blinked, full of confusion. The Hun Tian Sect? What does that mean...?

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