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Chapter 33: No Prejudgments, Right?
Chapter 33: No Prejudgments, Right?
The next day at eight o'clock, outside the entrance of the Nanhuang University North District.
Luk arrived on time to meet the main group. In the crowd, besides Zhang Chulan, there were Xu San and Xu Si, who were there to support and cheer for Zhang Chulan, and Feng Baobao, who helped Zhang Chulan eliminate his competitors.
"Hey." Luk's eyes scanned over Xu San, who was calm and composed, Xu Si, who was full of energy, and Feng Baobao, who wore a baseball cap and had a wise glint to his eyes. He greeted them with a smile.
"Bro, it's been a while. How have you been recently?"
"Fine." Xu San nodded, introducing Zhang Chulan, "This is Luk, a fellow student who registered at Nanhuang. He's half one of us, and he'll be participating in the Luotian Dao ritual."
Luk was the one who helped send students to Longtiger mountain. Upon returning, he immediately registered at Nanhuang. Xu San and Xu Si had a good impression of Luk, despite his unusual mannerisms.
"No need for introductions, San. I know this guy." Zhang Chulan's expression was complex, always feeling that since the revelation of his identity as a Qiti Yuan descendant, all sorts of strange things had started happening.
"Luk and I are classmates." Luk's tone was light, "We didn't interact much before, but I never expected that someone so unassuming would be a Qiti yuan descendant. It's quite an honor."
"Chulan." Zhang Chulan's lips twitched, "Why can he participate in the Luotian Dao ritual? Isn't it true that only a few qualified people can join, including me?"
Zhang Lingyu gave him a good beating to qualify him.
Xu San shrugged, "The rules have changed. Now, anyone under thirty can participate."
What was that beating for? Zhang Chulan felt his teeth were a bit itchy, and he also noticed the key points in Luk's words, "What do you mean by calling me your junior brother?"
"Even though I'm just a common disciple, Luk is a pure and red-blooded disciple of Longtiger Mountain. He started his training there at the age of ten, but now he's already out. In theory, we are of the same sect." Xu Si patted Zhang Chulan's shoulder.
"This is also your second safety measure. We're not sure about the changes in the Luotian Dao ritual, but Luk can help you understand the new rules in advance and scout the next opponent, and if you really face them, he can guarantee you a round."
Luk nodded with a smile, "Sure, junior brother. If you face me in the competition, you're blessed."
"Really?" Zhang Chulan asked suspiciously, his gaze shifting towards Xu San.
He had no real sense of his own strength, after a decade of empty window period, even though he received special training from Baolijie this month, cultivating a Qiti yuan technique, but limited by time, it was hard to keep up with the geniuses of his age.
Xu San nodded slightly, he was the one responsible for receiving Luk's registration and had a general idea of why Luk left Longtiger Mountain.
After ten years of hard training, he was beaten into a pulp by Zhang Lingyu.
Even though Lingyu was a prominent figure among the young generation, losing didn't tarnish his reputation, but losing so easily made it hard to say Luk was strong.
With Xu San's affirmation, Zhang Chulan relaxed a bit, feeling the benefits immediately made him more enthusiastic, "Thanks, junior brother. This competition relies on you and Baolijie's help."
Feng Baobao, who had been silent, nodded now, "Relax, the opponents you can't beat, I'll take care of them."
Luk responded appropriately, "Too polite, junior brother."
“Hey, Senior Brother Lu, can’t you call me Junior Brother Zhang?” Zhang Chulan still couldn’t quite get used to the title.
“Sure thing, Virgin Junior Brother, no problem. Virgin Junior Brother, I’ll do as you say, Virgin Junior Brother.”
Zhang Chulan: ...
This guy is definitely doing it on purpose!
...
Shangqing Town, Dragon Tiger Mountain.
Since the Eastern Han Dynasty, the Dragon Tiger Mountain Celestial Master’s Mansion has been passed down for over 1900 years and more than sixty generations, its history long and renowned throughout the world. It’s not exactly unknown, and it’s pretty much the same everywhere.
But with the times changing, such a place naturally became a... tourist attraction.
In an era where Shaolin Temple has become a corporate listing for business, it’s actually pretty good that only half of Dragon Tiger Mountain has been developed and charges a fee.
Zhang Chulan and his group were stopped by a ticket seller before they could even properly admire the scenery.
The ticket seller held out his hand, making a gesture for money.
“Damn, 260 yuan per person for a ticket, this is just highway robbery,” Zhang Chulan couldn’t help but mutter, glancing at Lu Ke with a bit of envy. He didn’t buy a ticket, yet the ticket seller let him in.
Lu Ke, who was walking and watching videos on his phone, shrugged. “I’ve been living here for over a decade, so it’s normal to know the ticket seller.”
“Most of the front mountain of Dragon Tiger Mountain is managed by the Tourism Bureau. The area the Celestial Masters can manage is only a tiny bit.” Xu Siman walked forward without any concern, clearly familiar with the situation.
“Ha, what good place in this world hasn’t been taken over by the Tourism Bureau?”
A young male voice naturally joined the conversation.
“There aren’t many left. Our Wudang Mountain is even worse off.”
Zhang Chulan followed the voice and saw a young Taoist with dark circles under his eyes.
“Wudang Sect, Wang Ye, what should I call you, sir?”
Wang Ye gave a casual salute, his tone calm.
“My name is Zhang Chulan.” Zhang Chulan pointed to Lu Ke, who was engrossed in watching videos on his phone. “That’s Senior Brother Lu Ke.”
Upon hearing his name, Lu Ke briefly looked up from his phone and nodded at Wang Ye.
“Hey.”
Then he continued to be absorbed in his phone.
“Lu Ke.” Wang Ye looked at Lu Ke, repeating the name softly, a subtle thought crossing his mind.
He was quite handsome and had a good aura, but he didn’t expect him to be such a tech-addicted teen.
This was the person Wang Ye had the hardest time figuring out when he peered into the Inner Vision.
He was included purely because he was the second Dragon Tiger Mountain disciple to sign up for the competition, after Zhang Lingyu.
When he asked the Inner Vision for information on this person, a big problem arose.
At first, the Inner Vision only gave a small light ball, not particularly resilient. Based on the strength of the light ball, he should have been an average and ordinary Qihua.
But just as he was about to ignore this person, the Inner Vision unexpectedly gave a second light ball.
A completely empty light ball, devoid of any information.
The Inner Vision actually gave an answer with no content!
If this were to be known in the entire community of practitioners, it would cause a massive stir.
When a practitioner asks the Inner Vision for an answer, it’s essentially asking the world and the universe for an answer. Depending on the importance of the question and its impact on the world, the cost of getting an answer can vary.
But no matter what the question, even if the cost is so high that breaking the light ball is impossible, the Inner Vision will always give an answer.
If the Inner Vision doesn’t give an answer, it means that the question posed is something the world itself cannot explain.
Wang Ye’s eyes narrowed.
There’s a big problem with this person.
(End of Chapter)
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