The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Back then, Wang Ling had helped Super Chen and hero Guo arrange a master, and at the same time, he had also arranged a master for Wang Muyu. In terms of realm and combat strength, although Yi Jianchuan was a sword saint and a valiant general who had fought on the battlefield back then.., in the end, he still couldn’t compare to Wang Muyu, who had grown rapidly by relying on the power of his bloodline.

Just as the spider tree had said, the little guy had great potential for development, and the reason Wang Ling had arranged for sword saint to teach him was actually more about building his soul.

It wasn’t enough for a strong person to just have combat strength; they also had to have a strong heart and a calm mind.

In the entire cultivation world, father and mother Wang’s combat strength was so insignificant that it couldn’t be any more ordinary. But sometimes, Wang Ling felt that his parents were incomparably powerful, and that they were the key to building his soul.

The couple had taught Wang Ling kindness, patience, how to practice and uphold justice, calmness, not to bully the weak, and so on..

On the path of cultivation growth, the cultivation of the mind was as important as the cultivation realm and combat strength.

The little guy had grown too fast with his genes, so Wang Ling felt that he needed such an excellent mentor.

In this regard, Wang Ling was very appreciative of sword saint’s character.

Furthermore, he felt that cultivating Wang Muyu’s state of mind might help sword saint himself, and he might even be able to comprehend some Heavenly Dao from Wang Muyu.

In short, this was a master-disciple duo that could perfectly complement each other in terms of state of mind and state of mind.

Of course, Wang Ling had his own plans for this.

After all, he definitely couldn’t protect world peace on his own in this world..

He was only a seventeen-year-old child.

Therefore, Wang Ling would also secretly help those powerful figures who held high enough prestige in the cultivation circle and were kind-hearted and kind-hearted.

And this was Wang Ling’s “All-round support plan for the powerful”; the fundamental goal was to prepare for the future.

He wasn’t the only one on Earth, and everyone needed to protect it together.

It was also because of this that it was actually very crucial to raise the overall level of cultivation.

After Earth’s upgrade, the highest realm of Earth’s cultivators was no longer that of true immortals. However, it would take at least thousands of years for them to reach the level of deity transformation realm, which was equivalent to sweeping the streets of the divine realm.

That was why Wang Ling had launched this plan to speed up the cultivation on earth.

Priority would be given to those who already had enough reputation to test out their abilities.

It wasn’t just sword saint; in fact, the rest of the ten generals were also on Wang Ling’s support list.

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It was the morning of January 20th, and the Qingfeng Guild Hall was located south of the outskirts of Songhai city. The famous Songhai Reservoir was located not far from the Qingfeng Guild Hall, and the distance in a straight line was no more than two kilometers.

While Wang Ling and the others were riding Odd Zhuo’s bus on their way to the war sect’s Mountain of backtracking, Wang Muyu followed the address and arrived at the Qingfeng Guild Hall at the same time. He was in Huaguo Water Curtain Group’s private car, lotus Sun and grandfather Wang had specially prepared it after greeting each other.

The Qingfeng Guild Hall was Huaxiu Nation’s famous sanatorium and reception area for important guests. Almost all the big shots had been here before, and it was rich in spirit energy and had an open area, making it an excellent place for cultivation.

To be honest, Wang Muyu wasn’t very happy when he heard that Wang Ling had found him a master. The little guy only cared about battle strength, and Wang Ling was the only person in the world who could teach him.

And the person he was going to meet now was just a mortal who had half a foot in the venerated immortal realm; he was too weak.

What right did he have to teach him?

Even so, Wang Muyu still went obediently. After all, this was Wang Ling’s arrangement, and he felt that the old man he was going to meet might really have something special about him.

On the contrary, Old Man Sun’s attitude was much more positive than Wang Muyu’s when he found out that it was sword saint who had invited Wang Muyu to the Clear Breeze Guild Hall because he wanted to take in a disciple.

At that time, when Sun Yiyuan heard the news, he had been exclaiming in his heart that Wang Muyu had a bright future ahead of him. To think that the sword Saint had taken a fancy to him at such a young age. What a bright future!

Therefore, he had arranged everything for Wang Muyu. He even sent his own private car to send Wang Muyu to the agreed location, and didn’t forget to find someone to help Wang Muyu prepare.

The matter of the sword saint taking in disciples was of great importance, so how could it be easily leaked out.

Therefore, in the Sun family, besides Sun Yiyuan, Lotus Sun, and housekeeper Lin, no one else knew what Wang Muyu was doing at the Clearwind Guild Hall.

Housekeeper Lin and old Lin were the backbone of the elders of the Sun family who had the most contact with Sun Yiyuan and Lotus Sun. They were honest and willing, but the key was that they weren’t people who liked to talk too much.

“I can only send you here, Young Master Muyu.”

The car drove to a fork in the road inside the mansion. Butler Lin, who was responsible for sending Wang Muyu, stopped the car. Then, he looked at the rearview mirror and said to Wang Muyu, “You can see the sword saint if you follow this road on the right.”

“Okay, thank you, Uncle Lin.”Wang Muyu politely thanked him and then opened the car door and jumped out.

Looking at Wang Muyu’s calm back, Butler Lin couldn’t help but sigh.

It was said that the most important thing for a sword cultivator was to be calm.

If the other children knew that they might be chosen by the sword saint as his disciple, they would probably be so excited that they would faint?

Look at Little Muyu, how calm he was!

Calm and collected... this was the demeanor of a true expert!

“That strange master likes him so much.”At this moment, old Lin looked at Wang Muyu’s back and felt that he instantly understood many things.

The place where he met the legendary sword saint was by the artificial lake of the Clear Breeze Guild Hall.

The artificial lake was very vast. The surrounding mountain range was endless. The sun shone on the surface of the lake, reflecting golden specks of light. Occasionally, fish would leap out of it.

Wang Muyu walked along the main road for a short while before he saw an old man wearing a white training suit and a red belt floating on the shore fishing.

This was probably the sword saint..

Wang Muyu muttered to himself.

He didn’t walk over immediately. Instead, he snapped his fingers and undid the stylist’s back for him. He let his bangs down naturally and changed out of the little suit that he had meticulously prepared, he got a miniature version of Wang Ling’s “World Peace”hoodie and put it on.

Wang Muyu liked nature more; the gel on the back of his hair was very sticky, making him very uncomfortable. But he didn’t say it out loud when he was styling, and instead chose to endure it.

Because he knew that this was Old Master Sun’s good intention. When there was no one around, he would find an opportunity to return to his usual appearance.

“Little Guy, you’re finally here. This old man has been waiting for you here for a long time.”

Soon, an old man’s voice came from the shore. His voice was ethereal, but it had the air of a celestial being.

This meeting was far more peaceful than Wang Muyu had imagined.

Wang Muyu, who had changed into his regular clothes, hid his hands in his hoodie and walked over. Facing the completely unfamiliar person in front of him, Wang Muyu used a very tender voice and asked tentatively, “Grandpa, you want to take me in as a disciple?”

“Hehe, not necessarily. It depends on your aptitude. However... the person who recommended you is the sect leader of the standing sect. I think he won’t lie to me.”Yi Jianchuan smiled and looked at the surface of the lake.

“Then may I ask Grandpa, what do you think of your aptitude?”Wang Muyu asked.

“Here, this is for you.”

Yi Jianchuan nodded and directly handed the fishing rod in his hand to Wang Muyu. “Do you know how to Fish?”

“Does this mean that fishing depends on one’s aptitude? Isn’t that too hasty, Grandpa?”Wang Muyu asked.

“The material of this fishing rod is special. It can accurately analyze your spiritual power and related qualities.”

Yi Jianchuan laughed out loud. “Especially if you have the talent to learn the way of the sword, it will greatly increase your points. Therefore, the fish that you can catch will also be bigger.”

Wang Muyu continued to ask calmly, “Then, how big is the biggest fish in this lake?”

Yi Jianchuan replied, “The bottom of this artificial lake is connected to the Songhai reservoir. The history of the Songhai Reservoir is thousands of years old. Rumor has it that there are huge things hidden under this lake.”

“Okay, I understand.”Hearing this, Wang Muyu nodded.

It wasn’t that the little guy didn’t know anything about the situation at the bottom of the lake; he was just stalling for time.

After all, he might be able to pull the monster at the bottom of the lake out of the water with one stroke of his pole..

The reason he was stalling for time was to pick a fish.

To be honest, Wang Muyu didn’t want to take sword saint as his master.

So now he should fish up a smaller one to prove that he didn’t have the talent to cultivate sword dao.

But at the same time, Wang Muyu didn’t want to make things difficult for grenade-throwing senior immortal and Wang Ling, so he felt that it was fine to fish up a medium one.

In the end, after a moment of hesitation and hesitation... ten minutes passed.

He didn’t catch a single fish.

Yi Jianchuan, on the other hand, had already opened his mouth wide and had an extremely stunned expression on his face.

In fact, it was completely meaningless to fish up a fish of any size.

The real point was how long Wang Muyu could hold the fishing rod for.

This was a premonition fused with the sword intent of a true immortal..

Under normal circumstances, a child Wang Muyu’s age would faint in less than ten seconds.

However, this little guy seemed to be fine as he stood there for more than ten minutes..

Damn!

A GENIUS!

Genius!