A lucky cat fell from the sky.

Chapter 48 Become My Master

Wu Chengshun acquired several tea pets by chance, but he was in no hurry to exchange them with Jin Wanliang. These tea pets were all made by master craftsmen, and each one was worth at least a hundred or so gold coins. Exchanging them now would be too much of a loss.

Wu Cheng remained silent as he drank tea with Zuo Liu.

Now he knows that Zuo Liu is no ordinary person. People call him Minister. Could he be the Minister of Long Qiuwu's department?

No, even the minister of Long Qiuwu's department shouldn't be so arrogant towards these people. Clearly, this old man's status is even higher.

What business could such a high-ranking old man have with me?

Could it be that they've discovered I have a system? This highly skilled martial artist might actually be able to see through my differences; I must be careful.

Wu Cheng had never been appreciated by anyone before, so he didn't know that the appreciation of subordinates by superiors was often not for personal gain, so he was wary of it.

After drinking two cups of tea, Zuo Liu slowly spoke: "Young man, may I ask who your master is?"

Wu Cheng didn't want to stand out, and he didn't want to get involved with this old man, so after thinking for a moment he said, "My master's surname is Jin, but as for his given name, my master doesn't allow me to say it."

Surname Jin? Zuo Liu had studied all the martial arts masters in Jiuyuan Kingdom, but he couldn't find a single one with the surname Jin.

It's estimated that this guy surnamed Jin is just an ordinary martial artist, not very famous, but this young man has a good foundation and high comprehension.

I might as well just get straight to the point and tell him.

"Young man, you haven't officially entered the realm of martial arts yet, but your comprehension and foundation are quite good. Being able to defeat a martial apprentice before reaching the martial apprentice level shows that you have great potential."

"It's just a pity that you don't have a good teacher to guide you. If you did, you could probably become a martial artist in less than three years."

A martial artist is someone who is a level higher than a martial apprentice.

Martial apprentices cultivate strength, while martial artists cultivate power.

Ten martial arts apprentices are no match for one martial artist.

There are very few martial artists in the entire Longqiu. It is estimated that only the old master of the Gu family is a martial artist, and there are one or two martial artists in the Martial Department.

The rest were all martial arts apprentices.

Wu Cheng is only twenty years old this year, and he won't be twenty-four years old in three years.

Anyone who reaches the Martial Apprentice level before the age of 24 can have their own power, while anyone who reaches the Martial Warrior level before the age of 24, barring any unforeseen circumstances, will surely become a powerful regional official in some area in the future.

To say I wasn't tempted would be a lie.

However, Wu Cheng also had concerns. Although he possessed the system, his strength was still too weak. If he got too close to these experts, he would easily be discovered.

Just like playing a game, this period is suitable for jungling. Wu Cheng plans to play cautiously and develop his strength for a while. If he goes out to roam now, he will probably only be feeding kills and carrying the enemy with his equipment. This is not the outcome Wu Cheng wants.

However, Wu Cheng was also very unhappy.

Old Man Zuo actually said that Wu Cheng had not met a wise teacher.

Jin Wanliang was displeased upon hearing this: "Damn it, I don't believe it. Let alone Old Man Zuo, even if the strongest martial god of Jiuyuan Kingdom came, he wouldn't be as good as my little finger. Not to mention anything else, would the martial god of Jiuyuan produce a bottle of Qi-replenishing pills for a kid like you who isn't even a martial apprentice to practice the Spirit Rhinoceros Finger?"

Obviously not, he probably couldn't even produce a single Qi-replenishing pill himself.

"If I could get out of here, I'd swat his eyes out with one paw, meow."

Jin Wanliang was in a frenzy, but Wu Cheng pondered for a moment and understood what the old man Zuo meant. He wanted Wu Cheng to become his disciple.

Wu Cheng was naturally willing to be associated with such a powerful figure.

But the premise is, what can I offer this powerful person?

He had always lived an ordinary life and had never experienced selfless love. Apart from his parents, no one would love him for no reason. This was Wu Cheng's current thought.

He pretended to be confused and lowered his head to drink his tea.

Zuo Liu was also anxious. Seeing Wu Cheng hesitate, he bluntly said, "Wu Cheng, why don't you become my disciple?"

Wu Cheng's heart sank.

Alternatively, one could have changed the subject and avoided the topic altogether.

As a result, the old man on the left bluntly stated it, which was incredibly awkward.

Master He, who had been standing to the side, had long understood Zuo Liu's intention to take Wu Cheng as his disciple, and wished he could take his place.

So when he heard Old Man Zuo speak so bluntly, he almost fainted from excitement.

Say yes quickly.

Having gotten on Minister Zuo's good side, who in Linzhou would dare to mess with Wu Cheng now?

The Lu family and the Gu family are all beneath our notice.

But Wu Cheng shook his head: "I'm sorry, I have no intention of joining another sect."

Master He was lost in thought when Wu Cheng's words almost made him faint.

Before, I was so excited I almost fainted; now I'm so depressed I almost faint.

What a great opportunity! Why doesn't this kid cherish it at all?

“It’s perfectly normal for martial arts practitioners to have several teachers. Even the current Martial God of Jiuyuan had several teachers back then.” Zuo Liu thought that Wu Cheng didn’t seek another master because he valued the bond between master and disciple.

Since Wu Cheng had directly refused, he didn't bother to hide anything anymore: "It's not because of the sect's rules, but because I feel that you, Master Zuo, can't teach me."

With a thud, Master He fainted.

The small teacup in Zuo Liu's hand was also crushed instantly.

"What did you say?"

Zuo Liu began to doubt if he was hallucinating.

How could someone who practices martial arts, with their sharp hearing and keen eyesight, possibly be hallucinating?

But if it wasn't a hallucination, then Wu Cheng's words were really too much.

As the second-best martial artist in Linzhou, only a hair's breadth away from the number one, Wu Cheng actually said he couldn't teach him. He didn't know if the kid was arrogant or just ignorant.

At the same time, Wu Cheng secretly complained in his heart: "What do you mean by this, Master Meow? You won't let me become your apprentice?"

"This cat is unhappy, extremely unhappy."

"Wu Cheng, listen up! This cat is quite angry, so I've decided to teach this old man a lesson," Jin Wanliang said angrily.

"Don't do anything reckless. I don't want to be found out that I have a system, and then get arrested and dissected or something," Wu Cheng pleaded in his heart.

“That’s true,” Jin Wanliang agreed, “but I can’t swallow this insult. Well then, I’ll allow you to take out a Qi-replenishing pill and make this old man drool.”

"Qi-replenishing pills? Are you sure one Qi-replenishing pill could make the Minister of the Martial Arts Department of Linzhou drool with envy?" Wu Cheng was a little skeptical.

"Don't underestimate me, or I'll scratch you to death," Jin Wanliang said. "Just take it when I tell you to. If you say another word, I'll ban you from leveling up for another month."

Previously, Wu Cheng hadn't thought much about not being allowed to level up, or even considered it a punishment. But now he could clearly feel the inconvenience. He had so many valuable items, yet he couldn't exchange them for gold ingots. Wu Cheng didn't want to endure this frustration any longer.