From Under One Person: Sincere Journey Through the Heavens

Jiang Liu pardoned Feng Yima at this time in order to enhance his strength and thus save Wang Yaozu's life in twelve days.

Could he really just stand by and watch Wang Yaozu get beaten to death?

This matter is Wang Yaozu's own affair, and even Zuo Ruotong has little say in it.

"Greetings, Head of the Trinity School."

Just then, a man dressed in a blue robe, holding a folding fan, with long black hair, led three disciples out of Yinghe Tower. Upon seeing Zuo Ruotong, he quickly bowed and greeted her.

"The gatekeeper of Qingzhu Garden".

Zuo Ruotong returned the greeting.

The ceremony is over.

Zuo Ruotong asked, "Who are these three?"

"My disciples," the head of Qingzhuyuan introduced the two men and one woman behind him, "Ruan Tao, Hou Ling, and Xiuling."

"Greetings, Sect Leader Sanyi!"

Ruan Tao and the other two bowed deeply.

"There's no need for that."

Zuo Ruotong smiled faintly.

"Master Zuo, didn't you bring any disciples with you?" the Master of Qingzhu Garden asked.

“The disciples in the sect are all busy and unable to come, and the younger ones are too young and their minds are not settled, so it is better if they do not come.” Zuo Ruotong smiled and pointed to Jiang Liu, saying, “If Wang Yaozu finishes accepting disciples, and this young man is also willing to join Sanyi, I am willing to accept him as my last disciple and will not accept any more disciples after that.”

Immediately, the sect leader of Qingzhu Garden was startled, as were Ruan Tao and the others.

Inside Yinghe Tower, after learning about the Sanyi Sect and recognizing that the person before them was the legendary Great Ying Immortal, there was an uproar.

The mighty Great Immortal of the Sanyi Sect actually wants to take the son of a Quanxing person as his disciple?

Could it be that Ghost Hand King's decision to leave Quanxing is also due to this?

# Chapter 11 Wang Yaozu isn't that shameless

For a time, the young generation of extraordinary individuals inside Yinghe Tower were abuzz with discussion.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Liu realized that Wang Yaozu had chosen this location not only to spread the news of his withdrawal from Quanxing through Jianghu Xiaozhan, the backing of Liu Wei, the manager of Yinghelou, but also to create momentum for himself.

After all, Wang Yaozu knew his own nature; once he learned that he was going to collect favors here, he would definitely come.

"Old fox, who would scheme for their descendants' wealth?" Jiang Liu asked coldly.

"Who in the world doesn't want to make money for their descendants?" Wang Yaozu chuckled, picked up his wine bowl, took a big gulp, and added, "That's right, except for the Lu family, haha!"

The Lu family's family tradition is well-known throughout the world of supernatural beings. They teach their children and grandchildren to be good people, but do not leave them wealth. They are a breath of fresh air in the world of supernatural beings.

Jiang Liu, however, was not swayed by Wang Yaozu's attempt to change the subject, and simply said, "Why go to such lengths?"

"It's all because you're stubborn!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Yaozu was furious. "If I hadn't known that you would eventually claim to be my adopted son or disciple, would this old man have bothered with all this? Do you think I don't want to enjoy my old age in peace?"

Jiang Liu remained silent, poured himself a bowl of wine, drank it all in one gulp, and said, "So it was all my fault after all?"

"Otherwise what? You unfilial son!"

Seeing Jiang Liu's worried expression, Wang Yaozu laughed heartily and called to Liu Wei, "Bring another pot of wine."

"No need to bring more, just add a pot of tea."

Jiang Liu stopped Liu Wei, and with a wave of his hand, a bag the size of a palm appeared in his palm.

"Ok?"

Wang Yaozu was startled and hurriedly looked at his waist. Sure enough, the small bag was gone. He cursed, "You ungrateful brat! I taught you to steal from others, but you wouldn't, and you had to steal from me!"

“I feel guilty about stealing from others,” Jiang Liu said, then turned to the stunned Liu Wei and said, “The money is in my hands, so I’m the one who calls the shots. Bring some tea.”

Liu Wei found the two interesting and said, "It's a great thing that Ghost Hand King wants to leave Quanxing and reform. These twelve days are on my treat."

Seeing this, Jiang Liu stood up to thank him, but still paid the money, saying, "I cannot accept a reward without having done anything."

Liu Wei was not a pretentious person. After receiving the money, he ordered the kitchen to serve him the best wine and dishes.

"Couldn't you let your old man drink a little more before he dies?"

Wang Yaozu slammed his fist on the table and shouted.

"Excessive drinking is harmful to health."

Jiang Liu ignored him and simply advised, "Master Zuo once said that he spared you three times because although you are a member of Quanxing, you have not directly harmed anyone's life. You have only engaged in petty theft and extortion. Now that you want to withdraw from Quanxing, you will have to endure the beatings and kicks that come to you."

Drink more tea these days to cleanse your digestive system.

"If my Qi flows smoothly, I might be able to withstand the end of the cycle and survive."

Jiang Liu's voice wasn't loud, but everyone present was an extraordinary person, and their hearing was excellent.

Some say that the father and son are acting in concert.

Some people say that the son of the Ghost Hand King might actually be acting that way.

Jiang Liu didn't care at all. While chatting with Wang Yaozu, he was also multitasking, secretly circulating his internal energy to try to harmonize the mind and spirit, and the fire and water energies within his body, so as to achieve a state of mutual support between fire and water within these twelve days.

The head of Qingzhuyuan asked Zuo Ruotong, "Does the fact that you think so highly of this person mean that he really hasn't learned the petty tricks of Ghost Hand King?"

"To be honest, I was also surprised, but that's the truth. He was only fifteen, and none of the children of my Sanyi Sect found any bad deeds in him. On the contrary, after he became sensible, he would give the money he earned from performing to the poor families who had been robbed by Ghost Hand King."

Even though Zuo Ruotong already knew, she still sighed with admiration when she said it now, "Even if he was faking it, he has been able to fake it for so many years, and he has already made it seem real. In this respect, people like you and me are probably not as good as him."

The head of Qingzhuyuan knew that there was a premise: the river was indeed disguised.

Of course, there is another possibility: that this is the nature of the river.

Whether it's the former or the latter, both are extremely rare and precious. No wonder Zuo Ruotong was so moved by Jiang Liu; even he, the head of the Qingzhu Garden, was moved.

After all, his Green Bamboo Garden had a connection with the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove. How could he not like someone like Jiang Liu, who remained untainted by the mud? Not to mention, he had also heard from the people nearby that as soon as this kid arrived at Yinghe Tower, he kicked Wang Yaozu. His behavior seemed unfilial, but how could the word "filial piety" be merely a superficial formality?

Judging from Jiang Liu's current behavior, he is much more sincere than those superficial father-son relationships!

In the blink of an eye, twelve days have quietly passed.

The Lü family, the Wang family, the Lu family, the Northeast Shaman lineage, Wudang, Shaolin, Quanzhen Longmen, Quanzhen Baiyun, Huodezong, Shuzimen, Tangmen, Wuhoupai, Jianghu Xiaozhan, and even the Zhengyi Tianshi Mansion, all arrived outside Yinghelou.

Does a Ghost Hand King really need such a grand spectacle?

Of course not.

These people from various sects and powerful clans didn't come to witness the ceremony of Ghost Hand King's departure from the Quanxing Sect; their main purpose was:

Firstly, this is a good opportunity for everyone to chat, since the heads of various sects and families are all getting on in years and might pass away any day now.

Secondly, it was to help their younger generation get acquainted with the younger generation of other sects and families, so that if their disciples encountered trouble in their territory when they went out in the future, they would have a place to stay.

The rest are what some sects and families hope their younger generations will learn from this lesson, so that even if they are confused or lack a firm belief in the Dao when they travel the world in the future, they will never go astray.

"Left Gatekeeper!"

Zhang Jingqing, the current Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, met Zuo Ruotong and led a disciple who looked like a teenager but had a large physique, no different from an adult.

"Celestial Master".

When Zuo Ruotong saw Zhang Jingqing, she went up to greet her and returned the greeting with a bow. However, her gaze fell on the disciple behind Zhang Jingqing, and she asked, "Who is this?"

"My newly accepted disciple, Zhang Zhiwei," Zhang Jingqing introduced, shaking her head and sighing, but a glint of shrewdness flashed in her eyes. "He's just too much of a worry for me, so I can only bring him out to broaden his horizons and get to know some of the heroes of the world."

Zuo Ruotong: "......"

Could he not see the smugness in Zhang Jingqing's eyes?

Therefore, he also felt a little curious about Zhang Zhiwei and said with a smile, "Being brought out by the Celestial Master to broaden one's horizons must be quite an achievement."

"Not bad my foot! He started later than the other senior brothers, but his progress has surpassed everyone else. He has such an arrogant attitude. I wonder if this kid will turn Longhu Mountain upside down the day I'm gone." Zhang Jingqing seemed to be mocking his own disciple, but when he said this, the corners of his mouth were almost stretched to his ears.

Zuo Ruotong knew perfectly well what was going on. Her gaze fell on Jiang Liu, who was standing next to Ghost Hand King, and she said, "So, the Celestial Master wants to find someone for your disciple to practice on?"

"Forehead···"

Zhang Jingqing thought to herself: Why isn't this Master Zuo playing by the rules? Shouldn't he have said a few more polite words at this point?

But he also noticed Zuo Ruotong's gaze, and following it, he noticed Jiang Liu next to Wang Yaozu.

# Chapter 12 All Sects Present

"Is that Ghost Hand King's adopted son?"

When Zhang Jingqing arrived here, she had already heard about Jiang Liu's identity from the others. "Is it because of him that Ghost Hand King is thinking of leaving Quanxing? But even if he does that, apart from you and me and the experts from other major sects, others may not necessarily make things convenient for his son."

Even if he succeeds in leaving Quanxing, he cannot erase the fact that Ghost Hand King was once a member of Quanxing.

To pave the way for this river is a difficult and uneven journey.

of course.

It's definitely an easier path than when Ghost Hand King was still with Quanxing.

“The Quanxing people nowadays are all selfish and self-serving. But this Ghost Hand King, for the sake of his son, has actually become a bit like the real Quanxing.”

Zhang Jingqing continued, "It's not bad at all."

Zhang Zhiwei's ears perked up as he overheard people nearby discussing Jiang Liu, seemingly related to Zuo Ruotong. He bowed and asked, "Sect Leader Zuo, I just heard someone say that you're going to take Jiang Liu as your disciple. Is that true?"

Snapped!

As soon as the words left his mouth, Zhang Jingqing kicked Zhang Zhiwei's butt and scolded, "How did I teach you? How could you believe other people's nonsense? You even asked them about it, it's ridiculous!"

“No need for that, Master Zhang.” Zuo Ruotong readily admitted, “I do want to take that child as my last disciple, but it depends on whether he is willing.”

Zhang Jingqing was surprised, but without asking any questions, she carefully examined Jiang Liu, narrowed her eyes, and said leisurely, "He is indeed a good prospect!"

The other person was shorter and thinner than Zhang Zhiwei, but he gave him a sense of near perfection. Watching him serve tea and water to Wang Yaozu, his movements and posture were no different from ordinary people, yet he seemed to be one with the world, as if he himself was a world.

"Is he a warlock?"