#337 - Face Changing Master Wei Changtian
The moonlight was vast, pouring down on the three people in front of them.
“Creak~”
“Senior Brother, Grandpa.”
The door was suddenly pushed open gently, and Agou poked his little head in, asking softly, “Are you still not finished talking?”
“Not yet.”
Wei Changtian waved his hand with a smile: “Go and eat for a while longer.”
“But I’m already very full.”
Agou patted his belly and frowned in distress: “I can’t eat anymore.”
“Then go to sleep.”
“Oh.”
“Creak~”
The door closed, and the room returned to silence once more.
Taking another look at the silent Old Zhangtou, Wei Changtian took a sip of tea, pondering the story he had just heard.
Although this story answered many of his previous questions, many problems still remained unanswered.
For example, how did the communication token engraved with “Kui Dragon” come about?
For example, had Bai Dian ever searched for Old Zhangtou?
For example, the secret behind the Moon Picking Sword...
Hmm?
Suddenly, Wei Changtian frowned, realizing something.
“Old Zhangtou, since the Moon Picking Sword is so evil...”
With a “thump”, he slammed the teacup on the table, Wei Changtian squinted at Old Zhangtou and asked: “Why did you still let me practice it? I even call you Shifu! Are you trying to harm your own disciple?!”
“...”
Perhaps knowing that he was in the wrong, Old Zhangtou’s voice was obviously not as confident as when he usually argued with Wei Changtian: “The Moon Picking Sword has both advantages and disadvantages, at least it can save your life in a critical moment. Besides, do you think it’s so easy to reach Great Perfection?”
“Hmph! I have extraordinary talent!”
Wei Changtian curled his lips: “If you hadn’t told me about the drawbacks of this sword technique now, I might have mastered it in a year or two! By then, I’d be a mental patient, who would I complain to?!”
“Mental patient?”
Old Zhangtou had never heard of such a novel term, but he could roughly understand Wei Changtian’s meaning.
His few remaining white whiskers trembled, obviously angered by Wei Changtian’s disrespectful behavior.
After all, when he gave the Moon Picking Sword manual to Wei Changtian, he only wanted the latter to have another means of self-preservation.
But who knew that this wicked disciple would practice so quickly, reaching the Pure Realm in just a few months, even faster than he had been back then.
Eh?
Thinking about it, this wicked disciple really does seem to have an extraordinary talent for swordsmanship.
“Cough, this matter is due to Shifu’s inconsideration.”
“What do you mean ‘is due to’?”
Wei Changtian glared: “This is entirely your fault!”
“...”
Looking at the unrelenting Wei Changtian, Old Zhangtou took a deep breath, forcibly convincing himself not to argue with a junior.
After adjusting his emotions for a long time, he finally spoke again.
“Alright, alright, Shifu didn’t handle things properly, okay?”
“But Shifu won’t let you suffer a loss. How about this... I will teach you Bai Dian’s ultimate skill, the Falling Sky Sword, and we’ll just drop this matter, how about it?”
“Falling Sky Sword? Let me think...”
Wei Changtian didn’t immediately agree, but instead pulled up the system interface to search.
【Falling Sky Sword (First Thirty-Five Forms): Sword Technique (Heavenly Grade). The moves are wide open and expansive. Learning it can greatly increase the cultivator’s comprehension of the path of the sword. 500 points】
【Falling Sky Sword (Thirty-Sixth Form): Sword Technique (Pseudo-Immortal). No description available. Purchase permission not yet enabled】
?????
Are you kidding me?
The “Immortal Grade” of the Moon Picking Sword hadn’t been figured out yet, and now there’s a “Pseudo-Immortal”?
What the hell is this? A rating between Heavenly Grade and Immortal Grade?
Is it really necessary to make it so complicated?
“Hey, Old Zhangtou, is it true that you’ve only learned the first thirty-five forms of the Falling Sky Sword so far?”
After pondering for a moment, Wei Changtian raised his head and asked Old Zhangtou: “Has anyone in Bai Dian learned all thirty-six moves?”
“Of course.”
Old Zhangtou nodded rather proudly: “All the past Palace Masters of Bai Dian can perform all thirty-six forms.”
“Then how did they all die?”
Wei Changtian quickly asked: “Did they all suffer Qi Deviation and die violently?”
“You!”
Old Zhangtou stared at Wei Changtian in stunned silence for a long time before recovering.
“What nonsense are you talking about, you wicked disciple! All the Palace Masters of Bai Dian are doing very well! Even if they die, they all die peacefully!!”
“Really?”
Wei Changtian asked for confirmation, still not quite reassured: “You’re not lying to me, are you?”
“No!!”
Old Zhangtou was now so angry that he was beginning to doubt his life.
He was just about to burst into a tirade, but Wei Changtian’s expression changed instantly, like a Sichuan opera face-changing performance.
“Hey, Shifu, don’t be angry, I was just asking!”
“Since you are going to impart such a superb skill to me, then this disciple certainly has no reason to decline!”
“I will definitely do my best, study diligently, and never fail your expectations!”
“...”
From “you” to “you”, the speed of Wei Changtian’s attitude change was enough to dumbfound Old Zhangtou and Li Wutong.
Especially the latter.
When had she ever seen Wei Changtian so “flattering”? For a moment, she even wondered if she was hallucinating.
But obviously, there wouldn’t be such a realistic hallucination.
Looking at the extremely “fake” smile on Wei Changtian’s face, and the smug look as if he had gained a great advantage, Li Wutong couldn’t help but think of the ruthless profile from an hour ago, in addition to her shock.
At that time, Wei Changtian was surrounded by long sabers, facing a Rank 5 against a Rank 3, but he didn’t show a trace of fear. Anyone who saw it would probably praise him as “magnificent”.
But now...
Heavens!
How could there be such a strange man in the world!
A quarter of an hour later, the three people’s “secret conversation” finally came to a temporary end.
It was already too late today, and Yan Luo hadn’t appeared for the past few days, so Wei Changtian decided to rest at the Dragon Gate Inn for one night and return to Fengyuan tomorrow.
Walking out of the room with Li Wutong, the entire inn was very quiet.
Under normal circumstances, with a princess like Li Wutong present, the inn should have been cleared.
However, the Dragon Gate Inn had a special location. There was no second inn within a radius of dozens of miles. If others couldn’t stay here, they would have to sleep in the wilderness.
Li Wutong had never been particular about pomp, so she didn’t order everyone to be driven away.
And everyone was very disciplined, almost all staying in their rooms, for fear of accidentally offending Li Wutong.
But there were always one or two who “made exceptions”.
“Young Master Wei, this person insists on seeing you, what do you think?”
On the way back to his room, two constables brought a young man to Wei Changtian.
Wei Changtian remembered this person. He was one of the bandits who had escorted Old Zhangtou out of the desert.
“It’s fine.”
Waving his hand to indicate that they didn’t need to stop him, Wei Changtian looked at the man and asked: “Brother, what can I do for you?”
“Young Master Wei.”
Upon hearing this, the young man didn’t say anything else and knelt down on the ground with a “plop”.
“I want to serve you, Young Master!”
