The God of Swords softly grinned and shifted his gaze towards Ling Xian, "Are you willing to become my apprentice and learn from me?"
Under these circumstances, there was no way he could steal the map. It was time for him to leave and make other plans.
"I have found out. The key to the treasure is with a woman named Lin Ying Mei."
Ling Xian easily snuck into the Xiao Clan without alerting the guards.
"Haha, bring people with you, kill that woman, and bring back the key." The leader of the Xiao Clan laughed.
"It is rare to see such a talented person. I cannot miss out on this opportunity."
"Young man, I suddenly find you pleasing to the eye." The Tyrant smiled, "Not everyone has the courage to reject the God of Swords. You are very good."
The God of Swords was the leader of the martial arts world. He had no apprentices and no children. Whoever becomes his apprentice will be able to learn everything!
"What a talented person. Within 10 years, he will be able to step into the grandmaster level." The God of Swords complimented and gave Ling Xian a high compliment.
"He rejected me? Is his brain filled with water?"
"Oh well, I will not force you." The God of Swords softly sighed, finding it hard to hide his disappointment.
Everyone was as dumb as a wooden chicken. Nobody thought Ling Xian would reject the God of Swords. He rejected him so cleanly and without hesitation.
Ling Xian squinted his eyes. Even though Luo Xin had explained that after breaking through the void, all martial arts in this world will be forgotten.
The God of Swords smiled warmly, "If you have any questions about cultivation, come find me at the Mountain of the God of Swords."
However, he didn't think the Art of Creation belonged to this world.
"I will." Ling Xian paid his respect to the God of Swords and left the Xiao Clan to return to his hotel.
Then, he began to think about how he can get the treasure map.
Hearing this, everyone became even more envious of Ling Xian.
The God of Swords made such a promise even after Ling Xian clearly rejected him. It was not hard to imagine how highly he thought of Ling Xian.
"Haha, good, I finally have an idea. How capable is this woman?"
With his capabilities today, even those who are half a step away from the grandmaster level may not be able to detect him.
"If nothing goes wrong, in half a month, I will be able to complete the second diagram and become a grandmaster."
If he succeeds, his Qi will reach the grandmaster level. When that happens, even if he tries to steal it, he will have a chance of success.
"If word of this gets out, it will shake the entire martial arts world."
No matter how he thought about it, increasing his strength was the most reliable method.
"I finally broke through." Ling Xian softly grinned, very happy.
"But before that, I must completely master the Art of Creation."
He immediately stood up and walked towards the Xiao Estate.
"It doesn't matter if I forget or not, I have to try my best to make up for it," Ling Xian mumbled to himself. The Art of Fortune was far too rare, he could not miss it.
"Just a second-rate expert, not worth mentioning."
"I already have a master …" Sword God was startled.
He was in the limelight today. Even the Sword God and the Overlord were overshadowed by him.
Regardless of whether it was robbing or stealing, one would need great strength as a guarantee. If he had the strength of a Sword God, he could directly fight his way up to them.
The Art of Creation was a supreme Heavenly Art. As long as one could cultivate the second pattern, they would be able to reach the Grandmaster Realm.
When they saw who it was, they were even more shocked.
"The Xiao Clan does not have a grandmaster. Once I become a grandmaster, this will be much easier." Ling Xian grinned and began to train.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. It was late at night.
"The leader of the Xiao Clan definitely knows the map. I should ask him."
This was a crushing defeat, but it also meant that Ling Xian was without a doubt the strongest powerhouse of the younger generation!
"He is the number one in the entire martial arts community. If I can become his disciple, I will at least become a grandmaster!"
Ling Xian calmed himself down and began to cultivate the second pattern of the Art of Fortune.
However, there was no need to beat around the bush. With his capabilities, suppressing the leader of the Xiao Clan was as easy as flipping his palm.
Half a month later, Ling Xian's Qi had increased by leaps and bounds. If before it was a small stream, now it was a vast ocean.
Inside the Xiao Clan's palace, everyone was staring with their mouths wide open. They didn't think the descendants of the five Clans, seven Houses, and nine Hidden Houses would all lose to Ling Xian.
They were all top leveled powerhouses, yet they didn't notice that there was someone outside the door. How could they not be surprised?
Without exception, all of them were defeated within 100 rebuttals.
"I am only one step away from breaking through the void. After I complete the third pattern, I will be able to do so."
The time it takes to do so depends on the cultivator's enlightenment ability.
Listening to the conversation between the leader of the Xiao Clan and the other person, Ling Xian squinted his eyes, feeling lucky that he arrived first.
After he completes the third pattern, he will be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the God of Swords, or even surpass him. Was there a need to ask him to be his Master?
"There is no need." Ling Xian softly grinned and pushed open the door.
It wasn't easy for him to find a satisfactory descendant, but he was rejected. How could he not be disappointed?
As soon as he spoke, everyone shifted their gaze towards Ling Xian. There was envy and jealousy.
Before long, he will be able to complete the second pattern of the Art of Fortune. When that happens, he will be a grandmaster.
Ling Xian smiled. This was far too shocking. He only used half a month to break through to the grandmaster level. This was unbelievable!
Feeling the increase in his Qi, Ling Xian mumbled to himself. His eyes flashed with anticipation.
This was the difference between a top leveled powerhouse and a grandmaster. It was like the difference between the clouds and the mud.
"It's you …"
If this was anyone else, they wouldn't be able to reach the grandmaster level in half a month. But he, who possessed the Art of Fortune, could.
"Did I hear that right? He rejected the God of Swords!"
As time passed, his inner energy gradually increased and became stronger.
For one, it was a technique from the cultivation community. For two, it was because the mysterious symbol came from the cultivation community.
For one, it was because he had the ability to get his hands on the treasure map. For two, it was because he was one step closer to the ninth level.
"Wait a minute."
"Who is it?" The leader of the Xiao Clan was startled. That person reacted the same way.
"How is the investigation going?"
"The new generation is always replacing the old." The leader of the Xiao Clan exclaimed. He didn't think the strongest of the younger generation would be decided in such a dramatic way.
Or else Lin Ying Mei would die for sure and the key to the treasure would fall into the hands of the Xiao Clan.
"Sorry, I already have a Master." Ling Xian declined. Even if the God of Swords was an undefeatable immortal, he wouldn't ask him to be his Master.
"That's true," the Tyrant said softly, "you want to take him as your apprentice?"
"You are flattering me." Ling Xian softly grinned. He then marched forward in giant steps towards the Xiao Clan's gate.
The leader of the Xiao Clan stared at Ling Xian deeply. Even if decades passed, he would not forget Ling Xian, let alone half a month.
Therefore, Ling Xian arrived at the leader's room. The room was brightly lit and two silhouettes were sitting opposite each other, talking.
They didn't think that the strongest wasn't the descendant of the five Clans, seven Houses, and nine hidden sects, but the unknown Ling Xian.
Though Ling Xian's capabilities were sealed, his enlightenment abilities were not. His enlightenment abilities were something even real immortals couldn't stop praising!
Everyone discussed and Ling Xian didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Ling Xian's gaze was deep. If this was before, he wouldn't have been so direct. After all, the leader of the Xiao Clan was half a grandmaster.
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