CHAPTER 103: CHAPTER 102: DIRECT DESCENDANT OF THE FORMATION DAO ARISTOCRATIC FAMILY, WU YONG

"Young Master, do you really think your plan will work?"

"If the Patriarch finds out, he’s likely to skin you alive!"

At the foot of the mountain, an elder in the Saint Realm looked at the young man beside him, trying his best to advise him:

"Young Master, why don’t you come home with me? Our family doesn’t lack cultivation resources."

The Young Master beside him was a round-bodied youth, with eyes darting around restlessly; it was clear he was not one to follow rules.

"Those cultivation resources?"

Wu Yong widened his eyes dramatically, "Old Sun, do you know how much that is!"

"The resources stored below the Little Immortal Sect are counted by the ’mountains’!"

"When the Domain Master sought my father to set up an array for the Little Immortal Sect, I was right there, watching."

"The resources gathered from the sacred sects across the Southern Region are vast!"

"If I don’t steal a bit, I won’t be able to sleep at night!"

Old Sun heard this and smiled wryly, speechless, looking up at the sky.

With such a crazy Young Master, he had no choice.

Wu Yong, the legitimate son of the Wu family’s array dao lineage in the Southern Region, was also a second-generation giant capable of commanding the wind and clouds.

He even dared to arm-wrestle with the second young master of the Su family at one point.

Though he was ultimately defeated miserably, he continued to loudly proclaim he’d suppress both eldest and second young masters of the Su family.

But ironically, this grand figure only had cultivation in the First Realm, and his combat power was extremely weak.

Wu Yong was actually highly gifted, with his talents in array dao described as unparalleled.

But he didn’t bother properly cultivating, instead preferring to fiddle with all sorts of odd techniques.

Years ago, Wu Yong somehow found a method, the ’Primordial Celestial Divine Body Foundation Establishment Method."

This divine body sought an unconventional path, not using the grand forces of heaven and earth as the array, but using oneself to leverage heaven and earth.

It engraved the Killing Array onto one’s bloodline and skeletal roots, forming the Circulation Primordial Divine Body.

This array method caused quite a stir in the Wu family, even alarming the Patriarch.

Ultimately, elders researched it for over half a year and concluded this method was unworkable.

But Wu Yong’s personality was stubborn, and he directly abolished his Fourth Realm cultivation to remodel his divine body!

This nearly led to the Patriarch beating him to death at the time.

But stopping him now was useless; Wu Yong got his wish to cultivate the Circulation Primordial Divine Body.

However, this cultivation proved the Patriarch’s words right; each time he etched the array pattern onto his body, he’d bleed and fall unconscious for two days.

He’d bleed with each session, wake up and continue cultivating, then bleed again, and cultivate more...

This obsessed spirit frightened the Wu family, who directly halted his cultivation resources.

Without resources, he couldn’t engrave array patterns, seemingly stopping his cultivation.

Yet who knew Wu Yong would find a solution, stealing the underground resources array chart from the Little Immortal Sect.

He planned to cheat his way to obtain his cultivation resources!

"Old Sun, just watch."

"This time I’m confident I can successfully cultivate the Circulation Primordial Divine Body!"

"When your Young Master prospers, I’ll make you Supreme Elder."

With a gleam in his eyes, Wu Yong excitedly climbed the mountain.

"Young Master, you should think about how to escape when the Patriarch or Domain Master finds you." Old Sun looked up and sighed deeply.

He considered notifying authorities but Wu Yong was too cunning.

On the way here, he’d tricked Old Sun into swearing a solemn vow not to divulge any information about this trip.

With no choice, however unwilling, Old Sun could do nothing but follow along this path.

"Young Master, why choose such a remote outer sect for our honored family?" Old Sun simply laid flat, realizing persuasion was useless.

"Are you silly? We’re not here to train, we’re here to steal treasures."

Wu Yong contentedly surveyed the secluded environment, "This place is just right."

"I’ve found out that this mountain’s elder is only in the Grand Completion King Realm."

"When I engrave the array and reduce the resource tower challenge difficulty, you just need to block that elder."

"As for the disciples up here, there’s fewer, only one." Wu Yong laughed out loud, "Truly heaven helps me!"

Seeing Wu Yong’s detailed plan, Old Sun twitched slightly at the mouth, unable to speak.

Soon, they reached the mountaintop.

Wu Yong strode forward, loudly announcing, "Disciple Wu Yong seeks apprenticeship!"

"Apprenticeship?"

Both Su Changqing and Wu Jiuling were taken aback.

They both had the same thought: How did someone come to apprentice on this rundown mountain?

"Master! Disciple Wu Yong seeks your blessing!"

Upon arrival, Wu Yong knelt and kowtowed with utmost sincerity.

Wu Jiuling’s eyelid twitched, Su Changqing’s jaw dropped, and Old Sun had three black lines appear on his forehead.

"No disciples anymore."

Wu Jiuling said helplessly, "This mountain has only one Inheritance Tower, which already has a successor."

The Inheritance Tower, once the first level is breached, cannot be entered by another.

"No problem, Master!"

Wu Yong sincerely said, "I deeply admire you, even without inheritance, I don’t mind being just a registered disciple."

After saying that, Wu Yong looked warmly toward Su Changqing:

"This must be my Senior Brother? Haha, truly a fine talent."

"Here’s a little something from your Junior Brother, Senior Brother must accept this."

Saying this, Wu Yong took out a bottle of demon beast essence blood and stuffed it into Su Changqing’s hand.

"This..."

Su Changqing smiled wryly, looking at the jade bottle in his hand.

Wu Yong was indeed exceptionally familiar; with just a few simple words, he’d completed a unilateral apprenticeship.

"You’re an amusing little chubby thing."

Wu Jiuling saw this and laughed, looking at Wu Yong with meaningful intent,

"If you wish to stay, then stay."

Having lived the better part of his life, with vacant eyelashes, Wu Jiuling clearly saw Wu Yong had ulterior motives.

However, it didn’t matter—his cultivation was lost, but he retained his Divine Sense in the quasi-emperor realm.

He wanted to see what this chubby figure intended to do in the Little Immortal Sect.

"Haha, thank you, Master!"

Seeing everything proceeding so smoothly, Wu Yong was overjoyed.

"Master, may my attendant follow me up the mountain?"

Su Changqing glanced at Old Sun by Wu Yong’s side, quickly speaking.

Uncle Fu was still waiting at the foot of the mountain, his health poor from a cold.

If attendants could come up, he should quickly bring Uncle Fu to see if his illness could be cured.

"The mountain is vast, not lacking one or two people; they may come anytime."

After Wu Jiuling spoke, his face turned slightly pale from intense internal pain.

He steadied his expression, looking toward Su Changqing and Wu Yong,

"If you have questions about cultivation, feel free to come to me; I need to attend to other matters."

Saying this, Wu Jiuling turned around, departing.

"Why does the master’s complexion look slightly off?"

Su Changqing frowned, murmuring to himself.

"Senior Brother, our sect doesn’t limit attendants from coming up; send a message for him to fly up."

Wu Yong said with a cheerful smile.

He needed to build good relations with Su Changqing since people from the Little Immortal Sect weren’t simple.

If Su Changqing’s attendant also had Saint Realm cultivation, Wu Yong’s plans could become troublesome.

Ideally, he’d pull Su Changqing into his plan for stability.

Yet unexpectedly, Su Changqing laughed and shook his head, "My attendant is but a mortal, unable to fly."

"Moreover, due to his advanced age and suffering from a cold, he probably can’t make it up himself."

This statement left Wu Yong and Old Sun both stunned.

Advanced age? Cold? Mortal?

This Little Immortal Sect... had such people?

"May I ask, Senior Brother’s... cultivation level?"

Wu Yong widened his eyes and asked.

"Fortunately today, I’ve just started on the cultivation path." Su Changqing replied with a smile.

"Hiss..."

Wu Yong gasped, looking around at the small mountain peak before him.

At this Little Immortal Sect, he’d encountered a place without any masters, and so remote at that!

Wu Yong looked up at the sky, excitedly murmuring to himself:

"Heaven truly helps me!"

"With this, even if I wanted to leak, I couldn’t!"