In this chaotic world of martial arts, I'll become a god by adding skill points!

Chapter 111 Becoming an Apprentice!

The disciples in the Transmission Hall gradually dispersed, some in amazement, some in envy, some secretly encouraging themselves, and some with mixed feelings.

Lin Yunshu almost staggered away, her face deathly pale, and she didn't even bother to report to Li Fei.

His mind was filled with Elder Zhou's admiring gaze and Wang Anping's composed figure, and jealousy eroded his reason like poison.

Soon, only Elder Zhou, two disciples standing to the side, and Wang Anping standing quietly in the hall remained.

Elder Zhou waved his hand, and the two disciples bowed and withdrew, gently closing the hall door behind them.

For a moment, the huge Chuan Gong Hall seemed even more empty and quiet.

Only the sunlight streamed through the high windows, illuminating the dust particles floating in the air.

"Please sit down."

Elder Zhou pointed to the prayer mat not far in front of him, his expression returning to its previous calm and peaceful state, but his gaze toward Wang Anping carried the gentle scrutiny of an elder.

Wang Anping sat down as instructed, his posture upright and neither humble nor arrogant.

"Wang Anping," Elder Zhou said slowly, "You have been at Misty Peak for nearly two months. I have observed that you are calm and diligent, and your comprehension of martial arts is exceptional."

Today's test showed that your performance was truly amazing.

I am very pleased, but also a little curious.

I wonder where you come from, and how you embarked on the path of martial arts?

This was to find out his background. Wang Anping understood.

After a moment's thought, he answered frankly, "Elder, I come from a small county under Liangzhou called Zhenyuan County."

His family has been farmers for generations and has no martial arts tradition.

My parents worked hard and lived frugally, and they also received support from my uncles and grandfather.

He barely managed to scrape together enough money to send his disciple to a martial arts school in the county.

His voice was steady, without any sense of inferiority due to his humble origins, nor any deliberate exaggeration of the hardships he had endured. He simply stated: "I am of average talent at the martial arts school, but I know that diligence can make up for my shortcomings, and I practice hard every day without fail."

Later, in response to the imperial court's call for martial arts examinations, the county held martial arts competitions.

"I participated by sheer luck, gave it my all, and came in first place, thus earning the qualification to come to Misty Peak to participate in the special imperial examination."

He paused, then added, "My parents are well, and the villagers are mostly kind and honest."

When I left home, Liangzhou was in turmoil, but Zhenyuan was remote and relatively peaceful.

This last sentence is both a response to the elder's question and a subtle revelation of his deep longing for his hometown.

Elder Zhou listened quietly, his eyes thoughtful: "Liangzhou—Zhenyuan County—"

He tapped his fingers lightly on his knee: "The situation in Liangzhou is unstable. The court and the rebels are locked in a tug-of-war, and the war has spread far and wide."

As far as I know, Liangzhou and the imperial court had their share of victories and defeats during this period.

With war raging throughout the Great Feng Dynasty, Liangzhou remained relatively peaceful for a time.

You should cultivate yourself diligently until you are able to leave the mountain.

When the time comes, we'll go to your hometown to pick up your parents and arrange for them to stay in a small village at the foot of the mountain.

Now that we have entered Misty Peak, we should temporarily forget the troubles of the secular world and devote ourselves to martial arts.

Only when he achieves success in the future can he better protect his family and hometown.

Wang Anping bowed: "I will remember the elder's teachings."

Elder Zhou looked at him and remained silent for a moment, seemingly considering his words.

Finally, he sighed softly, his gaze becoming distant: "I, Zhou Qingyuan, have been in charge of this Transmission Hall for nearly sixty years."

I have seen geniuses as numerous as carp crossing a river, and I have also seen mediocre people wasting their time.

This Misty Peak is governed by fate; in my entire life, I have never easily entertained the thought of taking on a disciple.

His gaze refocused on Wang Anping, with an unusual seriousness: "However, judging from your character, you are resilient yet kind."

I observe your comprehension; you are perceptive and capable of integrating knowledge.

I can see that you are diligent, hardworking and persistent.

What's even more remarkable is that, despite your humble origins, you possess not a trace of ambition or cunning, and in your pursuit of martial arts, you have a childlike focus and passion.

"I am getting old, and in recent years I have felt more and more that if I do not have a suitable successor, all my knowledge will be buried with the yellow earth."

Seeing you today, a thought suddenly arose in my mind.

Elder Zhou Qingyuan looked directly into Wang Anping's eyes, his tone gentle yet crystal clear: "Wang Anping, are you willing to become my disciple, my last disciple, and take me under your wing?"

Closed-door disciple!

Even with his calm and composed nature, Wang Anping couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion at this moment.

Elder Zhou, as the Transmission Elder, held a prestigious position on Misty Peak, and his cultivation and knowledge were unfathomable.

To become his disciple and his last student means he will receive the most outstanding personal guidance.

They gained access to cultivation techniques, resources, and protection far exceeding those of ordinary inner disciples, and even many direct disciples!

This is a smooth and shortcut to the pinnacle of martial arts!

But he also understood that having a closed-door disciple meant responsibility and expectations.

Elder Zhou places his hopes for passing on his mantle on this, so he must have extremely high expectations of him.

Almost without hesitation, Wang Anping stood up, took three steps back, and straightened his clothes.

Then he respectfully knelt down and performed the three kneelings and nine kowtows ceremony to become Zhou Qingyuan's disciple.

"Disciple Wang Anping wishes to become Elder Zhou's disciple!"

I will certainly respect my teacher, diligently practice martial arts, and live up to his kindness!

The voice was clear and firm, echoing in the spacious hall.

Elder Zhou Qingyuan smiled genuinely, a smile of satisfaction and anticipation at seeing a rough gem eventually blossom into something beautiful.

He accepted Wang Anping's deep bow, then gave him a slight helping motion: "Good, good! Get up. From this day forward, you will be my last disciple, Zhou Qingyuan's last disciple."

"There are not many rules in my sect. First, you must not deceive your master or betray your ancestors. Second, you must not bully the weak and bring disaster to the world. Third, you must not slack off in martial arts and disgrace your sect."

You can handle the rest of the trivial matters yourself.

Zhou Qingyuan said, "Now that you have entered my school, I will naturally impart all my knowledge to you. Your foundation in the Formless Skill is already established. From now on, you should use this as the core, while incorporating other skills, and forge your own path."

Tomorrow at this time, if you come here alone, I will first help you to establish a solid foundation and then explain the deeper mysteries of the Formless Skill.

Once you master the Formless Skill, you'll be able to learn any martial art at a glance and use it whenever you want.

"Thank you, Master!"

Wang Anping bowed again, his heart filled with excitement and gratitude.

He knew that from this moment on, his cultivation path on Misty Peak would be completely different.

With the guidance of a renowned master and his own proficiency system, his future in martial arts is even brighter!

The apprenticeship ceremony was completed only between the master and the apprentice.

It wasn't publicized, but the news spread extremely quickly among the higher-ups at Misty Peak.

Soon, many elders and core disciples learned that Elder Zhou Qingyuan, who always had extremely high standards, had made an exception and accepted a new disciple who had only been a disciple for two months as his last disciple!

For a time, the name Wang Anping caused quite a stir in the upper levels of Misty Peak.

Some were curious, some scrutinized, and others were dismissive, believing that Elder Zhou was simply getting old and acting on a whim.

Upon receiving the news, Lin Yunshu locked herself in her room and did not show her face for an entire day.

It is said that faint sounds of objects breaking could be heard coming from inside the room.

That night, with bloodshot eyes, he secretly went to see Li Fei, who was still under house arrest. The two talked for a long time, and no one knows what they talked about.

However, when Lin Yunshu came out, she had a cold smile on her face that was a mixture of resentment and ruthlessness.

Wang Anping was completely unaware of this and didn't care at all.

At this moment, he is immersed in the joy of becoming a disciple and planning for the future. The next day, he will receive personal instruction from his master and step onto a higher level of martial arts.

As for those hidden grudges and schemes—we'll deal with them as they come.

With the support of his master and his own ever-growing strength, what did he have to fear?

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