Red Dragon seeks his position in both realms.

Wuchen knelt on the ground, stunned by what he heard, speechless, unsure how to respond.

Seeing his expression, Winters asked:

Are you a Yuan dynasty person?

Without dust and confusion, what is meant by a destined person?

"When I take on disciples, I only accept those who have achieved a certain level of academic achievement."

Those without talent will not be accepted, even if they are exceptionally gifted; those with talent will be accepted, even if they are extremely dull-witted.

Winters explained, word by word:

"We met by chance; you could say we were destined to meet, or you could say we weren't."

Therefore, I cannot accept you as my apprentice for the time being.

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over his head; Wuchen's face lost some color, and he felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

Having risked great disrespect to plead for justice, only to receive this result, Wuchen was naturally unwilling to accept it.

As he was feeling secretly disappointed, he heard Winters change the subject, his tone hesitant as he said:

"Of course, if you wish to be connected with me, there are ways."

Wuchen's spirits lifted, and he said urgently:

"May I ask what method you have, Elder? I will gladly die for your request!"

"Where is there a need to risk one's life? Actually, it's nothing of great importance."

  

Winters sighed, his tone casual:

"That's right. After I was reincarnated and started cultivating again, I found that I had only retained one-tenth of my memories and was not very familiar with Buddhism."

He had no self-defense techniques or suitable magical artifacts, making his cultivation journey difficult... Speaking of which, what you just mentioned about "the six senses of Brahma's sound and the power of multiple ears" does have some merit.

In fact, Winters did not know what the "Six Senses of Brahma and Multiple Hearings" meant; he just wanted it.

Having spent decades in the temple, Wuchen naturally knew how to read people's expressions and understood the unspoken meanings.

He had mistaken Winters for an ancient Buddhist elder and assumed he possessed the Six Minds, which led to his misjudgment and the embarrassment he caused.

He understands now.

Without uttering a word, he took out a gold storage bracelet from his wrist, from which he retrieved a gold scroll inlaid with jade. Holding the scroll above his head, he respectfully said:

"Elder, you flatter me. Since this technique has caught your eye, I am naturally willing to present it to you for your consideration."

After saying this, he placed the scriptures in front of Winters.

Winters reached out with his dragon claw and snatched the scripture away.

However, Winters' gaze fell on the storage bracelet, his dragon eyes fixed on it, and he said nothing more.

Wuchen's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly understood.

He immediately put on a respectful smile, and took off his storage bracelet, placing it on the scriptures as well.

"Elder, you have just been reincarnated and probably do not have any storage artifacts for the time being. This gold and jade bracelet is just an ordinary storage artifact. Please take it for now."

The spiritual objects and money inside are a token of my disciple's sincerity.

"You're very kind. I'm thinking of taking you on as my apprentice."

Winters chuckled and took the bracelet and the scroll without any hesitation.

Seeing this scene, Wuchen felt a pang of pain in his heart, a deep sense of regret.

But he quickly adjusted his mindset and sighed inwardly:

"Wuchen, Wuchen! Why bother with those mundane things! As long as you become a disciple of this elder, there's nothing you can't get!"

"Once you become a monk, will you still have to worry about not having treasures?"

Just as Wuchen breathed a sigh of relief, he heard Winters speak slowly again:

"I have the spells and storage items, but I'm missing one weapon to fight the enemy."

"Speaking of which, that bronze bell you shook earlier was quite good. Just a gentle shake was enough to freeze two demonic cultivators in place. It's a rather practical little gadget."

Wu Chen's expression changed slightly, and he cursed inwardly how could this elder be so greedy?

Is this still the ancient cultivation method?

Isn't the ancient practice about cultivating the six minds?

He forced a smile and tried to decline:

"Elder, you may not know this, but this bell is the Soul-Stabilizing Bell. It was forged by a top-notch weapon refiner in the temple after I searched for spiritual resources for many years and spent a lot of money to have it made. It is a magical artifact of the Qi Refining Realm of the [Witchcraft Qi] lineage."

This bell requires a specific incantation to operate, and it takes three to five years of practice to even begin to understand it.

"The elder will attain profound cultivation in the future, and I fear he will not be accustomed to using such a crude magical artifact."

Wuchen's words revealed his reluctance to part with the magical artifact, as well as the drawback that it required many years of practice to use.

It's obvious they don't want to give it away.

As soon as Ke Wuchen finished speaking, Winters's expression turned cold instantly.

He raised his dragon tail high and slammed it heavily on the ground, raising dust, and his tone turned extremely cold:

It seems that we are ultimately not meant to be.

With just a few words, Wuchen dared not refuse. He quickly took out the bronze bell from his robes, presented it with both hands, and said with a forced smile:

"It was the disciple's fault! Elder, you are all-powerful, a mere magic technique is nothing to you."

This bell can calm the mind and soothe the spirit; it's quite effective against low-level cultivators. Elder, you should accept it for self-defense for now!

Winters' expression softened slightly. He hooked the bell with his paw and spoke in a tone that was both approving and admonishing:

"A gentleman does not take what others love. I will not change the name of this Soul-Stabilizing Bell, and I will remember your kindness."

"I will accept it for now, but once my cultivation is restored, I will return to you an even better magical artifact."

Wuchen nodded repeatedly, feeling a slight reduction in his heartache. He comforted himself:

"Who is the elder? He wouldn't lie to me about this. He'll definitely give me an even better magical artifact in the future. It's all worth it."

Just when Wuchen thought it was finally over and was about to begin accepting disciples, Winters' gaze shifted and landed on him again. He raised his thick eyebrows slightly and smiled:

"Your monk's robe is quite nice; its spiritual aura is restrained, seemingly possessing a protective effect?"

Wuchen: "..."

Winters received the monk's robe.

Wuchen had changed his monk's robes into ordinary cloth clothes, which he had found on the corpses of ordinary people on the plains.

He originally wanted to ask Winters to open his storage bracelet and take out a piece of clothing.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, Winters looked at him warily, forcing Wuchen to give up.

Just kidding, how could the Red Dragon Winters possibly spit out what it ate?

Winters was about to speak again, but this time Wuchen was very quick-witted. He put his hands together and spoke first:

"Elder, I have no more destiny to fulfill!"

Upon hearing this, Winters immediately laughed and said, "Then we are destined to meet."

Wuchen was overjoyed and suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with anticipation.

I thought the matter of becoming an apprentice had finally been settled and concluded.

But at that moment, Winters slowly added:

"Now, you and I can be considered as people who are destined to meet."

Wu Chen's smile froze: "Preliminary stage??"

"good."

Winters raised his head and said matter-of-factly:

"Beyond the initial stage is the intermediate stage, and beyond the intermediate stage is the advanced stage. Only when we have established a connection at the advanced stage, and take another step forward, can you become my disciple."

"Hmm, your performance today was acceptable. I've noted it down. You and I seem to have a preliminary connection."

Wuchen knelt on the spot, feeling a tightness in his chest, and almost coughed up blood.

So, he gave away his cultivation technique, storage bracelet, soul-stabilizing bell, and magic robe—emptying his entire fortune—and all he got in return was the title of a preliminary destined person?

"Ah! Yaya yaya!!"

Wuchen screamed wildly in his heart.

But daring not to show the slightest displeasure, he could only lower his head and grit his teeth in agreement:

"...Wuchen understands that being able to form an initial connection with the elder is already a great blessing for this disciple."

"In that case, let's go our separate ways."

Winters nodded in satisfaction and spread his twelve-meter-long dragon wings:

"Since you're going to the secret Buddhist shrine, then go ahead."

This elder has other matters to attend to, so I will not accompany you.

Before he finished speaking, Winters flapped his dragon wings, and a fierce wind suddenly rose across the plain, causing Winters' massive dragon body to soar into the air.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a golden-red dot on the horizon and disappeared into the clouds.

Corpses lay scattered across the plain, while vultures still circled low in the distance, seemingly poised to strike.

Wuchen, dressed in coarse cloth, looked at his empty hands and then at the direction where the dragon shadow had disappeared. He stood there, his expression a mixture of crying and laughing.