I forge immortality with spiritual treasures.

Chapter 134 Fate or Fate?
The world was silent!

Ying Chan could only hear the sound of rain falling, with no thunder rumbling in his ears. It was as if the thunderclouds were as astonished as he was, and had fallen silent.

Of course, he knew that it was not that the thunderclouds had fallen silent, but that the thunder rolling across the sky, and even the essence of the thunder that permeated the world, had been seized by the man in purple robes!
"This person……"

Ying Chan was shocked: "This person's thunder magic is so profound, I wonder what level of cultivation he has?"

"Could it be that the Great Dao Elixir has been completed?"

At this moment, the purple-robed man absorbed all the thunder in the sky, seemed to notice Ying Chan's attention, turned around and smiled slightly at him.

Ying Chan quickly returned the greeting with a cupped-hand salute, but unexpectedly the man waved to him.

Ying Chan was somewhat surprised, but after a moment's thought, he still rode the clear and turbid air through the rain and landed beside the purple-robed man, bowing and saying, "Greetings, senior. May I ask what brings you here?"

The man in purple robes put his sleeves behind his back and said leisurely, "I swept away all the thunder in the sky. You can no longer harvest thunder essence. Do you have any resentment?"

Ying Chan shook his head and said, "I haven't thanked you yet for allowing me to extract so much thunder essence. How could I have any complaints?"

"Haha." The man in purple robes laughed loudly: "I'm not offering it to you, but merely allowing this green mountain to receive the life force of thunder, so as not to steal the creation of heaven."

"I see……"

Ying Chan simply cupped his hands in greeting and said, "Daoist Master, you are kind-hearted."

Although the man did not wear a Taoist topknot or Taoist robes, his profound cultivation and understanding of the principles of heaven and humanity were quite reminiscent of a high-ranking Taoist master.

Therefore, the title "Daoist Master" should be changed.

Upon hearing this, the man in the purple robe indeed did not mind.

He smiled, glanced at Ying Chan again, and suddenly said, "Actually, you are no longer suited to harvest thunder essence. Do you know why?"

Ying Chan was slightly taken aback.

He looked inward and examined himself closely, only to discover that there was still some thunderous essence hidden deep within his body.

These thunderous energies were extremely stubborn, and no matter how he tried to move them, they remained unmoved, making it impossible to refine the thunderous essence or integrate it into his magic aperture.

Although it seems harmless at the moment, Ying Chan can easily imagine that if he continues to harvest thunder essence, these stubborn thunderous energies will accumulate more and more, and once they run rampant, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Of course, once it has been detected, there are ways to resolve it.

Leaving aside the pills that dissipate the power of thunder, Ying Chan now understands why there is a standing meditation technique in the "Mysterious Capital One Qi Thunder Heng Book," which uses the method of circulating qi and blood to grind the essence of thunder within the body.

Besides strengthening the body, it is also intended to dissolve the stubborn thunder essence accumulated in the body when harvesting thunder essence.

Thinking this through, Ying Chan felt reassured and bowed again, saying, "It was my fault for being greedy and overreaching. Thank you for your guidance, Daoist Master."

"They came to their senses quickly."

The man in purple robes laughed and said, "Let me ask you, how long have you been studying thunder magic?"

Ying Chan was somewhat surprised, but after a moment's thought, he replied, "It will take a while."

"Is that so?" The man in purple robes noticed his ambiguity but didn't mind. He simply said, "I see that you're quite adept at the art of communion. You must have some talent."

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "I'll give you a chance. Would you like to become my disciple?"

Ying Chan was immediately taken aback.

Seeing the purple-robed man smile without saying a word, his expression calm, he knew that he had not misheard, and a sense of absurdity arose in his heart.

After a moment's thought, he said tactfully, "This junior has never met the Daoist Master before."

"I do not know the background of the Taoist priest, nor does the Taoist priest know the character of this junior. Why would he suddenly say that he is taking me as a disciple?"

Unexpectedly, the man in purple robes only sighed upon hearing this.

"Fine, fine." He waved his sleeve. "Not straightforward enough. Let's not accept it." Ying Chan simply smiled upon hearing this.

Although he guessed that the person in front of him was most likely a high-ranking cultivator of the sect, not to mention that this matter had not been confirmed, even if he really was a high-ranking cultivator of the sect, or even a high-ranking cultivator of the sect, so what?
Choosing a master and learning the Way is not something that can be decided with a single, decisive word.

Upon seeing this, the man in purple robes was quite surprised: "What's so funny?"

Ying Chan thought for a moment and said, "I think it's not that I'm not straightforward enough, but that taking someone as a disciple is not a trivial matter and should not be done rashly."

"Ha, now you're lecturing me."

Despite this, the man in purple robes was not annoyed. He put his hands behind his back and pondered for a moment before smiling and saying, "Then what if I tell you?"

"My name is Lou Shenxiao! I am a true disciple of this sect, having achieved the highest-grade Golden Core two hundred and eighty years ago, and am now one of the seven great disciples..."

“I have reviewed your records since you entered the Taoist academy in the Taoist Records Department, and I think you have some talent for Taoist cultivation and are worth nurturing.”

"Moreover, although I have not mastered the 'Myriad Laws and Profound Phenomena Treasure Record,' magic is precisely my forte. If you become my disciple and learn my magic, you will surely achieve great things in the future..."

"In that case, would you be willing to become my disciple?"

A top-grade Golden Core cultivator, one of the seven disciples... Lou Shenxiao!

Ying Chan listened attentively, his emotions churning within him.

Such a status was both within his expectations and far more significant than he had imagined.

If what Lou Shenxiao said is true, taking him as a disciple was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, and it has indeed been of immeasurable benefit to his cultivation path.

However, upon hearing this, he was not overly surprised, but simply bowed respectfully: "So it is my sect's senior uncle in person."

According to the rules of Xuandu Sect, disciples who have not yet reached the Golden Core stage should respect Golden Core cultivators as their elders.

The person before him was a true disciple of this sect, a high-grade Golden Core cultivator. It would be perfectly appropriate for Ying Chan to address him as his senior uncle.

Then he replied earnestly, "If I am truly favored by my master, I will naturally be willing to become his disciple."

However, Lou Shenxiao only shook his head and smiled when he heard this.

"It's a pity," he said slowly. "What you said is correct, but ultimately it lacks a bit of boldness."

"You missed my destiny."

Ying Chan had actually anticipated this, but he simply cupped his hands and said calmly, "Indeed, this disciple is unworthy and cannot meet the standards of my master."

Lou Shenxiao was somewhat surprised to see this and asked in surprise, "Judging from your expression, you don't seem disappointed at all?"

Ying Chan said, "This disciple is naturally disappointed."

He knew he had indeed missed a great opportunity.

"But upon careful consideration, I realize that every word I uttered today came from my heart."

Ying Chan replied earnestly, "If I had the chance to come again, I would probably still make the same choice. Since we are destined to be apart, why dwell on it?"

"Ha." Lou Shenxiao stroked his chin, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "I misjudged you."

"You're much more straightforward than any self-proclaimed free spirit."

"pity……"

Lou Shenxiao pondered for a moment but still did not change his mind and accepted Ying Chan as his disciple again.

Given his personality, it wasn't that he was embarrassed to go; it was just that today's trip was supposed to be a sure thing, but he suddenly had this idea of ​​testing him, which led to this unexpected turn of events.

Could it be that there is truly no bond between master and disciple?

(End of this chapter)