18: Chapter 18 Old man, how about you become my apprentice?

When you walk into Yunding Pavilion, you immediately see a rosewood armchair placed in the center of the hall.

Sitting upright on the chair is an old man wearing dark, tight-fitting clothes. His hair and beard are half-white, yet his waist and back are held straight. He carries the sharp aura of someone who has long held a high position, his fingertips tapping lightly on the armrest, his heavy gaze sweeping toward the entrance.

Without a doubt, the other party is the Great Elder Liu Jinsong.

He is the Master of the Dark Realm Martial Artist you slapped away yesterday.

"You are the Great Master Lin that the Shen Family kid mentioned?" Great Elder Liu Jinsong raises his eyes to look at you, his tone carrying a condescending scrutiny.

To be honest, he did not expect you to be so young.

He originally thought that someone capable of beating his Disciple like that in one move would either be an old-school Dark Realm elder hidden in the Mortal World for many years, or at the very least, a middle-aged Martial Artist with a steady aura.

But he never expected that the person standing before him would actually be a young man of about twenty years old.

"Yes, so what?" You raise your eyes to look at him, your tone flat and calm.

"Qingming lost to you?" Great Elder Liu Jinsong frowns, sizing you up a few more times, still finding it hard to believe.

A twenty-something kid—unless he is a top Prodigy from the Imperial Capital or those major Sects, how could he possibly beat his Disciple like that in one move?

"Yes." You look at him without any fear.

"Hahaha!" Great Elder Liu Jinsong suddenly laughs loudly, saying "good kid" twice. The hostility in his tone is gone, replaced instead by a hint of unexpected appreciation.

You are instantly bewildered, secretly wondering: According to your expectations, shouldn't the other party mock you a few times first, then threaten to avenge his Disciple? Then you would reveal your identity as a Transcendent Martial Artist, and the other party would exclaim: "So you are a Transcendent Martial Artist!"

Great Elder Liu Jinsong looks at you, the hostility in his eyes fading significantly, replaced by a hint of admiration. He stands up, walks over to you, and looks you up and down.

"I initially thought it was some old-school Dark Realm Martial Artist bullying the young by beating Qingming like that."

Great Elder Liu Jinsong speaks, his tone much calmer: "Since a peer of his own generation defeated him, it can only be said that his skills were inferior, and he has no one else to blame!"

"Kid!" He turns his head to glance at the uneasy Shen Wanfu beside him, then looks back at you, his tone carrying a hint of seriousness, "I heard from the Shen Family kid that you have no Master and relied entirely on yourself to Cultivate to this Realm?"

"You could say that." You always felt the plot was deviating from your expectations, but it was no big deal: "However, I indeed do not have a Master."

You have a vague premonition in your heart, roughly guessing what the other party is about to say.

"Good, good, good!" Great Elder Liu Jinsong stares at you, saying the word "good" three times in a row, the eagerness in his eyes impossible to hide.

"Would you be willing to become my Disciple?" Great Elder Liu Jinsong leans forward slightly, looking at you with an eager face.

You have been waiting for this sentence from the other party. From the moment this old man said "good," you felt he wanted to take you as a Disciple, and now he has finally said it.

You sneer, your tone arrogant: "Old man! Are you even worthy?"

"No, am I really this arrogant?" Lin Heng looks at himself inside the simulator and ponders to himself.

Well, fine, it really feels like something he would say.

The smile on Great Elder Liu Jinsong's face instantly freezes, his whole body locking in place, the eagerness in his eyes turning entirely into fury.

"What did you say?" Great Elder Liu Jinsong's voice rises sharply, filled with incredulous rage, and the aura around his body begins to churn.

"I said, old man, are you even worthy?" You raise your eyes to meet his fiery gaze, your expression remaining indifferent, without a shred of fear.

"Good, good, good, you really are a good kid, a newborn calf not afraid of a tiger!" Great Elder Liu Jinsong grinds his teeth in anger, his face turning livid.

As his voice falls, a condensed golden light suddenly flashes from his fingertips, and his Internal Energy bursts forth.

With a muffled "boom" sound.

The marble pillar beside you is instantly pierced with a round, deep hole.

You can tell that the other party is deliberately showing off his strength, which is why it wasn't shot directly at you.

Internal Energy projection—this is the hallmark of a Transcendent Martial Artist.

"I didn't expect the other party to be a Transcendent Martial Artist." You look at Great Elder Liu Jinsong, your expression finally becoming a bit serious.

Listening to Shen Wanfu's introduction, you had always thought the other party was a Dark Realm Martial Artist. If that move just now had been aimed directly at you, you might have really been hit.

Although it wouldn't have caused any substantial damage, it certainly would have been embarrassing.

You watch Great Elder Liu Jinsong; it looks like he only made his Breakthrough to the Transcendent Realm not long ago.

"Kid, do you know what Internal Energy projection represents?" Great Elder Liu Jinsong resumes his superior posture, his tone haughty, "I will give you one more chance. Organize your words carefully—are you willing to become my Disciple or not?"

You sneer again, your face full of disdain: "Internal Energy projection, do you think you're the only one who can do it?"

After speaking, a golden light also flashes on your finger.

The golden light violently slams into the armchair beside Great Elder Liu Jinsong.

"Boom!"

Under the impact of your Internal Energy, the armchair explodes violently. The solid wood and carvings all shatter into a sky full of wood chips, scattering all over the floor.

Great Elder Liu Jinsong stands frozen in place, his pupils shrinking, his face full of disbelief.

Shen Wanfu on the side has his mouth wide open, frozen in place, unable to close it for a long time, his eyes full of shock.

Shen Tianjun, who is hiding in the dark watching, is also completely stunned, and then a bright light erupts in his eyes.

"It seems that a true Dragon has emerged in my Fei City!" Shen Tianjun knows all too well what a Transcendent Martial Artist in his twenties represents.

Even among the younger generation of the Dragon Kingdom, you would be among the very best.

You look calmly at Great Elder Liu Jinsong, who is still dazed, and slowly say: "Old man, now, are you willing to become my Disciple?"