Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 102 - 88: Fused with the Weird? Refuses to Disperse Even in Death!

Chapter 102: Chapter 88: Fused with the Weird? Refuses to Disperse Even in Death!

Li Guishen didn’t avoid Feng Mu, speaking to himself as if talking to himself, yet seemingly asking Feng Mu.

Aside from his profound Martial Arts, Li Guishen also delved into the study of fate. He knew this world’s logic was the most unfair, often tending towards the strong getting stronger, the weak getting weaker, the rich getting richer, and the poor getting poorer.

Just like human fate, the will of heaven — the greatly superior is wholly superior, without a weakness, and the greatly inferior is wholly inferior, with no strength. Or perhaps everyone is just mediocre.

Like Feng Mu, who was a mix of great strength and weakness, he couldn’t be said to be unique, but was one in ten thousand. If not for born differences, it must be that he changed his fate after birth.

Li Guishen’s eyes glowed with a ghostly green light, staring unblinkingly at Feng Mu, unnerving the latter with a feeling of being stripped naked and fully exposed.

All the disciples exchanged glances, each looking thoughtful. Feng Mu felt a chill down his spine and a tingling in his skull. He always felt that the old man in front of him wasn’t intending to take him as a disciple, but rather wanted to dissect him.

Feng Mu’s guess wasn’t wrong; Li Guishen indeed harbored dangerous thoughts.

Li Guishen fixed his gaze on Feng Mu’s eyes, his murky old eyes flashing green. His sharp vision was not deceived by Feng Mu’s expressionless face; he saw through to the darkness hidden in Feng Mu’s eyes.

This kid didn’t appear honest on the outside; instead, his mind was very deep.

Yet, on second thought, Li Guishen realized that his sect didn’t teach people to be gentlemen. Instead, if he accepted an honest and wooden student, it would just give him a headache.

Having a slow-witted one like Li Bashan was enough under his tutelage. If there was another, he would feel like swearing even in his sleep.

Moreover, this person brought the [Deceitful Demon Skill]. Perhaps it was destined by the ancestors. If I dissect him, it might be a bit hard to justify.

Once the evil thought subsided, Feng Mu immediately felt the chilling sensation down his back dissipate.

Then, he heard Li Guishen say in a ghostly tone, "Enough, you kid have secrets, but I won’t ask much. Our sect is neither an esteemed nor orthodox one; we don’t make it a point to dig deep into origins."

"Since we are an Evil Sect, there is no need to be scrupulous about our deeds. I perceive that you, kid, are not a good person, so I only ask you one thing..."

At this point, Li Guishen paused, loosened his hand, adjusted his expression to appear kind and benevolent, then said in the tone of a worldly master, with both hands behind his back:

"I perceive that you are fated to be with me. Will you join my sect and acknowledge an old man like me as your master?"

Li Guishen thought simultaneously in his heart, "If you, kid, are willing, then you are a disciple sent by the ancestors. If not, and I dissect you, even the ancestors can’t blame me."

Feng Mu fell to the ground, his stiff body regaining control. He looked at Li Guishen’s face, still striving to maintain that kind appearance, feeling a chill in his heart.

He quickly got up and said loudly, "To receive the discerning eye of the master is a blessing in three lifetimes."

Li Guishen felt both disappointed and pleased. He broke into a grin, his benevolent face instantly destroyed, his teeth clashing coldly as he said, "Kneel and kowtow!"

Feng Mu never believed that there was gold beneath one’s knees, so he knelt swiftly, his forehead touching the ground.

He thought, not to mention kowtowing several times, even kowtowing eighty-one times, and not to mention calling him master, even changing it to father — so what?

In the future, if there is resentment, should we turn against each other, who would have a softer hand than whom!

Thunk, thunk, thunk--

Three kneelings and nine kowtows!

"Enough," Li Guishen called to stop, sighing deeply, "Since you have kowtowed, from today, you are the last disciple I will accept. As long as I live, I will ensure your safety every day."

No matter how sincere Li Guishen was, Feng Mu took it as nonsense, yet his face showed gratitude, "As long as I live, I will serve the master like a birth father." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Li Guishen waved his hand, not being the type to be moved by words, and continued, "Remember, although our sect carries the plaque of [Douqiong], it is actually named [Ronggui Sect], with the ancestor having the title Li Jiangxian."

"As for why it’s named that, you will understand in the future."

"Alright, you were injured in the recent spar with the fourth brother; today I won’t say much. Once your injuries improve, I will teach you Martial Arts according to your talent."

With that said, Li Guishen didn’t waste more words, glanced at all the disciples, and left slowly with his hands behind his back.

After Li Guishen left, seven fellow disciples gathered around; even Yuan Xidi had already climbed up, reporting their names one by one in order.

Feng Mu managed to get up, returning the courtesy to each one.

They didn’t seem like the type to exchange warm pleasantries, most being quite cold. After stating their names, they dispersed.

Only the second senior sister Liu Xie and the seventh senior sister Hong Ya remained.

Master Li Guishen was not meticulous about small matters, senior brother Li Bashan was slow-witted, so usually, it was the second senior sister Liu Xie who managed matters.

At this time, Liu Xie stayed to give some advice to the newly admitted junior brother.

Liu Xie: "[Ronggui Sect] only consists of us nine, without too many rules. The master doesn’t concern himself with these things; you’ll understand everyone’s temperament after spending some time together."

"You should have noticed that the [Ronggui Sect] doesn’t follow the righteous path. We act without restraint and by any means necessary, hope you’re mentally prepared."

"That’s why there are no specific rules, just two points to keep in mind."

"One is not to betray or deceive the master and ancestors, and two is not to kill fellow disciples!"

"Earlier, you weren’t formally accepted and harbored a murderous intent during the spar with the fourth brother. I won’t say much about it, but in the future, watch your limits."

"You’ll figure out other things yourself. In short, there’s just one thing: once you’ve joined [Ronggui Sect], we’re all sharing the same pot, our lives tied to the same spoon. So, no one should disdain another."

Liu Xie didn’t say much and let Hong Ya assist Feng Mu to the inner courtyard for rest.

As Hong Ya supported Feng Mu towards the inner courtyard, she seemed jubilant, probably because she was no longer the youngest in the sect, chattering non-stop.

"Second senior sister may sound cold, but she’s actually the most stable. Usually, when we go out to kill, she’s the one planning the operations. Over the years, not a single witness has been left, hehe."

"Don’t be worried. The senior brothers and sisters are very powerful. Any formidable enemy will be handled by them. Among us, you and I are the youngest, so mostly, we’ll just be responsible for moving bodies and digging pits, digging and burying, sigh~

"Don’t be fooled by the senior brothers and sisters, they seem cold, but spending more time with them, you’ll know they’re all warm-hearted. What’s that phrase?"

Feng Mu twitched at the corner of his mouth as Hong Ya spoke matter-of-factly about scary topics: "Cold outside, warm inside?"

Hong Ya beamed, "Yes, that’s exactly it."

Feng Mu thought internally: "Cold in daily life but warm when killing, right."

Hong Ya led Feng Mu into the inner courtyard, choosing an empty room, letting him lie on the bed, helping him apply medicine and wrap his chest with gauze.

She said, "What second senior sister said, in my understanding, boils down to one thing."

Feng Mu looked at her, waiting for this slightly chatty junior sister to explain.

Hong Ya proudly said, "When you kill, remember to bring the senior brothers and sisters. When they kill, they naturally won’t forget you."

"The benefits of killing are shared by everyone; the crimes of killing are borne by all!"

"This way, if anyone causes a major problem and the whole sect is wiped out, dying together, no one will blame another."

"In such unity, when we head to the afterlife, we can continue to hang out together. According to third senior brother, our [Ronggui Sect] would never disband, even in death, hehe."

Feng Mu truly felt his scalp tingling, and strangely found that Hong Ya made some sense.

Hong Ya looked forward with expectation, seemingly very much anticipating that day to come.

"Junior brother, you should rest. Tomorrow morning, I’ll call you for breakfast." Hong Ya realized she was being a bit chatty, embarrassed as she scratched her head before leaving.

Feng Mu lay on the buckwheat pillow, watching Hong Ya leave.

Just then, she suddenly stopped, turned to look at him with innocent big eyes, and asked, "By the way, junior brother, do you have enemies outside?"

"If you have enemies, you probably can’t sleep, right? In that case, tell me, and the senior brothers and sisters will deal with it overnight, ensuring you a good sleep. When you wake up, the first thing you see will be your enemy’s head on your pillow, how about it?"

Feng Mu imagined the scene of waking up in the morning, feeling moved, somewhat shyly said: "Speaking of which, I might actually have an enemy outside..."