Chapter 2958 — Zhao Qibing Takes a Master
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Zhao Qibing's legs were broken. Yet he stared at the black-clad elder before him, dumbstruck—not for any other reason, but because the martial technique the black-clad elder had used was also called "Thousand Legs"!
Zhao Qibing dropped straight to his knees on the ground, but he had already forgotten the pain. His eyes flickered with hope: "Master above, please accept this disciple's bow!"
"?" The black-clad elder was dumbfounded. Was something wrong with Zhao Qibing? His legs were broken and he was kneeling on the ground—why had he suddenly taken a master? "What I broke were your legs, not your head. Is something wrong with you? Who is your master?"
"Master, to be frank with you, this disciple has been practicing Thousand Legs all along. That is why I deliberately let Master break my legs. This disciple has been groping on his own without ever getting past the threshold. Now that I have seen Master, I naturally fell to my knees before Master's domineering might..." Zhao Qibing was no fool; he knew an opportunity when he saw one. Kang Jingming of the Kang family had blundered into becoming the Eighth Elder of the Xuandan Sect—what kind of destiny was that?
Even Zhong Yongliang could become a disciple of the Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow sect. Yet he, Zhao Qibing, had started from a higher place than any of them, and had remained obscure all this time. Now that a good opportunity had finally come his way, how could he let it slip by?
Though Zhao Qibing did not know whether the Dark Night Palace was great or small, it was at least an ancient sect. With an ancient sect as its backer, would the Zhao family still be the Zhao family of old?
The black-clad elder, however, paid no heed to Zhao Qibing's rambling, illogical flattery. He had only heard that Zhao Qibing too had broken his legs for the sake of practicing Thousand Legs, and was at once astonished. He could not help asking, "These broken legs of yours—did you break them before becoming a cultivator, or after?"
"I broke them before, and I have broken them after as well..." Zhao Qibing wanted to answer as the black-clad elder wished, but he was not sure what answer the elder wanted, so he could only reply truthfully.
"Oh? So you broke your legs before you became a cultivator too? Both legs entirely broken?" the black-clad elder asked quickly.
"Yes, both legs entirely broken..." Though Zhao Qibing did not understand what lay behind this, he nodded and answered.
"Do not move for now. Let me examine you!" Hearing this, the black-clad elder at once bent down and examined Zhao Qibing's legs. The moment he checked, a look of delighted surprise appeared on his face! He murmured over and over, "Good, good..."
"Master, have you decided to take this disciple?" Hearing the black-clad elder praise him as good, Zhao Qibing was both startled and overjoyed, and asked hastily.
"That..." The black-clad elder hesitated, then said, "I must first seek the Supreme Elder's instructions. I cannot give you an answer just yet!"
Though the black-clad elder thought Zhao Qibing a fine prospect and greatly wished to take him as his direct heir disciple, in the Dark Night Palace the Supreme Elder acted with absolute dominance, his every word law. To take a disciple, he must first have the Supreme Elder's consent.
One had to understand: though Thousand Legs seemed to require only that the legs be broken enough times before one could practice it, the black-clad elder knew well that to cultivate Thousand Legs to its utmost, there was a precondition—before becoming a cultivator, one must also have had both legs broken, and after breaking they must have recovered completely, leaving not the slightest aftereffect. Only a metal-attribute cultivator such as this could cultivate Thousand Legs to great perfection. (To be continued. For more exciting novels, remember our website address: [web])