Chapter 92: Picked Up a Big Bargain

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: Picked Up a Big Bargain

He swallowed hard.

The Carefree Peak Master, the third-ranked and powerful elder, wanted to take Jiang Fan as a disciple?

Did he hear it wrong?

What made his heart sink was that Xu Youran and Chen Silin seemed to see a savior.

“Senior Brother Gongsun, please help Jiang Fan.” The two women pleaded anxiously.

Gongsun Nan was stunned.

“Junior Brother Jiang is in the Green Cloud Sect, does anyone still dare to do anything to him?”

This was the Green Cloud Sect, who would dare to be reckless in the sect?

Xu Youran angrily pointed at Zhong Qizhen and said: “He instructed someone from the Reward and Punishment Hall to trick Jiang Fan away.”

“He also refused to tell us Jiang Fan’s whereabouts.”

What!

Gongsun Nan’s face instantly darkened, he slowly turned his head and coldly stared at Zhong Qizhen.

Cold air seemed to seep from his mouth.

“You have quite the nerve, daring to frame someone my Carefree Peak has taken a liking to?”

Zhong Qizhen trembled.

In front of him was one of the top ten disciples of the Green Cloud Sect.

His strength was so great that he could crush him with one finger, and his family’s influence was even more unimaginable.

Zhong Qizhen stuttered: “I…I didn’t know that Jiang…Jiang Fan was someone you fancied.”

Gongsun Nan slowly approached, his face almost touching Zhong Qizhen’s nose, and coldly said: “Is it that you can’t tell me where he is either?”

This scared Zhong Qizhen so much that his soul almost left his body. He quickly said: “I’ll…I’ll lead the way.”

He felt extremely anxious as he hurriedly headed back the way he came.

At this moment, he hoped more than anyone that Jiang Fan was unharmed.

Otherwise…

The consequences were unimaginable.

Gongsun Nan followed him and soon arrived at the secluded path.

From a distance, they saw that Jiang Fan, holding a tree branch, was fighting evenly against nine Outer Sect disciples with cultivation similar to his.

It was clearly just an ordinary tree branch, yet in his hand it was wielded with skill and mastery.

This made Gongsun Nan overjoyed: “Junior Brother Jiang’s Sword Dao mastery is simply perfect!”

“I must have this junior brother!”

At the night market, Jiang Fan had only casually practiced a set of sword moves.

But now he was exerting himself fully, his swordsmanship displayed perfectly, making Gongsun Nan marvel.

Zhong Qizhen hurriedly shouted: “Stop, everyone stop!”

The nine Outer Sect disciples were stunned, and seeing Gongsun Nan, all turned pale with fright.

At this moment, Jiang Fan also noticed Gongsun Nan, Xu Youran, and Chen Silin approaching, knowing he still had a chance.

“Thank you, Senior Brother Gongsun. There is no time to lose. I need to return to the square and not keep the Carefree Peak Master waiting.”

The group quickly returned to the square.

Li Qingfeng had already chosen a disciple, who was barely satisfactory.

Seeing that his friend, the Carefree Peak Master, had not yet chosen, he approached and said: “Old Zhao, just pick one.”

“Although none of them are promising, it is our sect’s rule that each peak must select a new disciple.”

In fact, nearly all the elders of the peaks looked down on the remaining newcomers on the square.

The reason being simple.

The newcomers left on the square were those abandoned by various elders.

The likelihood of any good seedlings among them was almost zero.

The Carefree Peak Master, Zhao Wuji, smiled: “Gongsun Nan found an excellent newcomer and insisted I take him as a disciple.”

Oh?

Li Qingfeng was astonished: “Impossible? With your disciple Gongsun Nan’s cultivation, what kind of exceptional newcomer would he deem ‘excellent’?”

“Even the two top-grade and Seventh Grade Spirit Roots I just accepted might not be considered excellent by him.”

“Which elder was so careless to leave such an outstanding talent?”

Zhao Wuji stroked his beard with pride.

He glanced discreetly at the few surrounding elders without disciples and said softly: “If you hadn’t chosen your disciple, I wouldn’t dare tell you, lest you compete with me.”

“Gongsun Nan said this person’s Sword Dao talent surpasses his; their future Sword Dao mastery will be no less than his.”

What?

Li Qingfeng was immensely surprised.

Gongsun Nan was a strong swordsman who primarily trained in swordsmanship.

He always took pride in his swordsmanship.

He actually admitted inferiority, so how high must this person’s swordsmanship be?

Seeing Zhao Wuji’s hopeful expression, Li Qingfeng immediately regretted choosing too early.

It turned out that among the newcomers, some good seedlings were overlooked.

Unfortunately, he already selected his disciple and had no chance now.

“Ah, old Zhao, you’re really lucky to stumble upon such a great find.”

Li Qingfeng was envious:

“However, I do want to know which elder missed this disciple.”

“Later, he might regret it terribly.”

Zhao Wuji chuckled: “Who knows which blind eyes left this treasure for my Carefree Peak!”

At this moment.

He saw Gongsun Nan bringing someone back and couldn’t help but stand up, saying: “Here they come!”

Li Qingfeng quickly looked over.

But as Gongsun Nan brought the person closer, Li Qingfeng was stunned: “Jiang Fan?”

Zhao Wuji laughed heartily: “Yes, this boy is called Jiang Fan!”

“Wait! How do you know his name?”

Li Qingfeng looked oddly: “Old Zhao, the Sword Dao genius you mentioned, is it him?”

Zhao Wuji also realized something and said in surprise: “Old Li, was this disciple the one you rejected?”

“Haha!” Li Qingfeng suddenly laughed, patting Zhao Wuji on the shoulder: “Old Zhao, you’re killing me with laughter!”

“So, after all, the Sword Dao genius you mentioned was him!”

Gongsun Nan below looked confused.

“Elder Li, Jiang Fan’s Sword Dao talent is my discovery, is there something wrong with that?”

Li Qingfeng laughed: “Then ask him what the result was when I tested his Spirit Root.”

Zhao Wuji and Gongsun Nan both looked at Jiang Fan.

With such strong Sword Dao talent, how weak could his Spirit Root be?

At least it would be a Fifth Grade Spirit Root, right?

Jiang Fan calmly said: “The result may not be accurate.”

Oh?

Li Qingfeng suddenly paused: “Weren’t you mute?”

Jiang Fan said: “As it is now, what Elder Li sees may not be the truth.”

Li Qingfeng scoffed, not caring why Jiang Fan pretended to be mute.

“What? Embarrassed to say?”

“Then let me answer for you.”

“His test result was, no Spirit Root!”

Uh—

Zhao Wuji and Gongsun Nan both paused.

No Spirit Root?

Li Qingfeng chuckled: “Otherwise, why would I reject him as a disciple?”

“He might have some Sword Dao talent, but how far can someone without a Spirit Root go on the Martial Path?”

“Old Zhao, you need to be cautious.”

Zhao Wuji hesitated.

Sword Dao talent was important, but for a Martial Artist, the Spirit Root was fundamental.

Should he accept or not?

Meanwhile, Xu Youran and Chen Silin, who thought they had victory in hand, also looked worried.

Jiang Fan involuntarily clenched his fists.

Was it possible he would still fail?

Zhong Qizhen let out a long breath, relieved that no elder chose this guy.

Otherwise, if any elder had his back, what Zhong Qizhen had just done would be enough to get him executed by the sect.

However.

At this moment.

Su Qiuning, also searching for Jiang Fan, noticed the commotion and immediately cried out in surprise.

“Master, Master! It’s him! It’s him!”

Wen Hongyao spotted Jiang Fan and joyfully rode the White Crane over, pushing Zhao Wuji and Li Qingfeng aside.

“Zhao Wuji, Li Qingfeng, get out of my way!”

“This disciple, my Medicine Peak will take!”

“Anyone who competes with me, I will fight!”