Berserker King

Chapter 172 A Disappointing Master

"Huh? Zhou Guangkun?" The old man had excellent hearing and immediately recognized Zhou Guangkun's voice. He then continued, "It wasn't that chatterbox Zhou Guangkun! It was little Qilin who told me while crying."

"Let me tell you, Qilin and Zhuque are the wives I've chosen for you. I don't care if you like other women, but if you dare to abandon Qilin and Zhuque, I'll beat you up!"

Zhang Xuan was speechless. "Master, this is a new society. The law stipulates monogamy. Now, I represent the country..."

Before he could finish speaking, the other person interrupted him, "I don't care, just treat them well! Besides, I've already told Number One and Number Two that they won't interfere in your married life."

Zhang Xuan sighed helplessly; this topic had gone too far. He stopped the old man from rambling on and asked, "Are you from Purple Jade Valley?"

"And there's Panlong Pavilion, otherwise why would I have left two people alive?"

A chilling voice came through the microphone. Even though it was through the microphone, everyone in the hall felt a chill run down their spines, as if a murderous aura was rushing towards them.

Even Zhou Guangkun, who knew the old man well, felt a chill run down his spine. Looking at Zhang Xuan, he thought that this master and disciple pair had far too much killing intent.

"They came to find me, probably to test whether I was really injured."

Zhang Xuan said calmly.

There was a moment of silence on the other end before someone said, "Kid, you sound very energetic. Your injury is healed?"

"No, I can only unleash the strength of a mid-stage Grandmaster!"

Zhang Xuan said calmly.

"You..." There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by an outburst of rage: "Nonsense! Didn't I tell you to practice the scripture I taught you? Did you practice it?"

"He has begun cultivating!"

If he hadn't been practicing this scripture, his injuries would have healed long ago.

"Master, what exactly is this passage? It seems to conflict with the Nine Revolutions Bible," Zhang Xuan asked curiously.

"I don't know either! Anyway, it's good stuff." As he spoke, there was a sudden silence on the other end, followed by a tentative voice: "You kid really cultivated it?"

Hearing his master's voice sound strange, Zhang Xuan's heart skipped a beat. That old rascal.

"No, because I can't understand it!"

"Damn, I knew you hadn't cultivated. I haven't even cultivated anything yet. You should start cultivating the Nine Revolutions Scripture first. Panlong Pavilion and Ziyu Valley might be up to something during this time. I can't handle it alone. I need you."

The old man's wild and unrestrained voice came over.

Zhang Xuan's heart skipped a beat. What did the old man mean by this? When he taught it to Zhang Xuan, he said it was an unparalleled skill. But now, it seemed like there was something wrong with the technique.

Not hearing Zhang Xuan speak, the old man realized something and said, "Damn, you kid really cultivated? You really mastered it?"

How can this be?

Since obtaining that scripture, he has been cultivating it without making any progress. He had even given up, but now he heard that someone else had successfully cultivated it. How could he not be surprised?

"Ugh!" Zhang Xuan now wished he could find his master immediately and give him a good beating. What a rip-off! He gave him a scripture that even he himself couldn't cultivate.

"Don't rush. I only gave you a part of it because I was afraid you would suffer from qi deviation. Now that you've made some progress, I'll pass on the entire scripture to you. Try practicing it first, and I'll call you again in a few days. I have other things to do, so I'll hang up now!"

Before Zhang Xuan could react, the phone started beeping.

Zhang Xuan: "......"