Disciple Died Yet Again (1-199)

Chapter 120: Wu Song Cancelling his Engagement

Chapter 120: Wu Song Cancelling his Engagement

"Hahahaha... So it's Wu Song." Zi Mo however, was exceptionally happy.

Zhu Yao was completely dumbfounded, and suddenly had a bad premonition.

"This Azureflight Sect is a new Deity Sect established seven hundred years ago." Seeing that she was staring blankly in the air, Zi Mo thought that she simply did not recognize the Sect, and hurriedly explained. "Although this Sect had only been established not long ago, and their numbers are small, they are considerably powerful. Especially in the previous time when 'Tasyoluk' Secret Realm was opened, the eighty disciples that their Sect entered with, obtained a huge amount of resources, and they actually returned without making a single loss. From then on, they gained reputation in the cultivation world. Not to mention, since a few hundred years ago there would always be a disciple of theirs among the top three in the Inter-Sect Tournaments."

Zi Mo sighed at how the times were changing.

Zhu Yao blanked. Turning her head, she looked towards Yu Luo at the side, and saw her slow nod. Because this Azureflight Sect, was exactly the radish farm she established, and the person arriving was Wu Song! However, when did he become Sect Master? How did her, the expired Sect Master, not know of this?

"Little martial aunt, why don't you head over to have a look with me?" Zi Mo gave an excited expression, yet after pondering for a moment, he said with a slight apologetic tone. "You have left for more than a thousand years, little martial aunt, so you aren't aware of this. Nine hundred years ago, this Sect Master Wu Song asked for my daughter's hand in marriage. I see that he is a material that can be sculpted, and is sincere to my daughter, so I accepted their engagement on my own discretion, and inform little martial aunt in the future once you return." Although he was Yu Luo's father, in the cultivation world, ever since the ancient times, what being practiced was the master-disciple inheritance, and it was taught that a master's command was above everything else. Especially when it came to a lifelong decision such as choosing a practitioner-pair companion, usually, the disciple's direct master's approval was needed.

Zhu Yao looked towards Yu Luo's pained expression, and her own face instantly darkened a little. Only then did she know of Yu Luo's engagement with Yu Luo. Yet, he actually cheated on her so brazenly. For a moment, she was a little furious at how really blind she was back then.

"Alright, I will go with you." She really wanted to see, how a span of a thousand years had turned Wu Song into an ungrateful wolf.

Yu Luo's expression paled, yet she still nodded and followed after them.

Zhu Yao pondered for a moment, before deciding to cast a Cloaking Art, in order to conceal her own figure. Although Zi Mo felt it was a little strange, after thinking for a while, he figured that she wanted to test his own son-in-law, so he did not make any objections.

They sat at the great hall for a little while, before a group of people mightily walked into the place. Leading at the front was Wu Song as expected. He seemed to be much taller than before, his legs had lost a little of their tenderness, and looked a little more firm. Surrounding him, the flow of condensed spiritual energy could be sensed. That spiritual energy was different from normal as well, and it could be faintly sensed that there was something mixed within it. Zhu Yao was able to see it clearly, and simply felt it was uncoordinated. After taking a closer look, she realized he had actually reached the late stages of Nascent Soul.

Following behind him was a familiar group of people as well. They were exactly Radish Number One, Two, Three and Four. They had all grown up. In the past, she had felt that the radishes all looked pretty much the same. After taking a look now however, she felt every one of them had their own unique traits, and all of their cultivation level was at the early stages of Nascent Soul.