Chapter 11: First Disciple Yun Liao nodded and began to explain the reason behind charging people a fee if they wanted to use the gravity field. He also explained the benefits of cultivating in the gravity field to Yang Lele.
However, before Yang Lele even finished hearing, he already interrupted Yun Liao’s words. "Isn’t this a little too fake? How could there be such a magical place in the world?"
After that, Yun Liao said a bunch of stuff continuously, but Yang Lele found it increasingly absurd the more he listened.
"I’m someone who doesn’t lie," said Yun Liao.
"There’s no proof, so you can lie however you want to. But I, Yang Lele, am not a fool. It would be strange if I believed in you guys. Butler, let’s leave. Let us head to the Reliance Sect for a look."
After speaking, he directly wanted to leave.
Even as Yang Lele was leaving, his gaze was like how one would stare at swindlers, and it made Yun Liao somewhat angry. "I’m an expert at the thirteenth level of Body Refinement from Xingyue City. Moreover, as someone with a net worth of over several tens of thousands of gold, why would I lie to a puny cultivator at the fifth level of Body Refinement like you?"
Thirteenth level of the Body Refinement Realm?
Yang Lele doubtfully stared at the man before him.
If a person reached the fifth level of Body Refinement at 15 years old, he or she could become the core disciple of a 1-star sect or even join a 3-stars sect.
Hence, there was no need to mention someone who could reach the thirteenth level of Body Refinement Realm at 20 years old. Even the sect leader of a 1-star sect might not be that amazing.
How could such a genius be in this starless Immortal Sect?
After that, Yang Lele laughed. "You are at the thirteenth level of Body Refinement? You appear to be merely twenty years old. If you really could reach the thirteen level at 20 years old, why would you stay in this small Cangwu City?"
Hearing this, Wen Ping suppressed his laughter and looked at Yun Liao. A powerful cultivator at the thirteenth level of Body Refinement was actually being treated as a swindler.
This was something very funny.
"He’s already thirty and merely has a face that induces jealousy. However, you are the second person who ever looked down on him. As for the first guy, if it wasn’t for me stopping him, he would have broken that guy’s arm. Elder Yun, I won’t stop you a second time. Please, feel free."
When Yun Liao heard this, his gaze gradually turned cold, and his aura continuously rose. He spoke icily, "You will pay a price for the words you said."
Upon sensing the vast and powerful aura, Yang Lele’s countenance changed.
The person before him was an extremely strong cultivator. However, Yang Lele wasn’t terrified either. (So what if he is stronger? Why should I be afraid?)
"Come then!"
As the sound of his voice ended, Yang Lele saw Yun Liao’s hand being coated with a layer of faint blue energy that resembled flames.
Upon seeing this, Yang Lele was finally frightened.
Swish~
Yang Lele’s body hurriedly moved.
Without even thinking about it, he immediately sank into a deep bow of 90 degrees!
"Senior, I was wrong."
External release of inner qi!
This was the sign of an expert at the thirteenth level of Body Refinement!
What a joke, if he suffered a slap, wouldn’t his face be crooked henceforth?
Ka!
The teacup in Wen Ping’s hands cracked due to his carelessness.
"Haha! This brat is really interesting!" said Wen Ping.
On the other hand, Yun Liao forcefully endured the flames of anger in his heart. Since the other party had acted like this, it wouldn’t be too good if he still attacked. Hence, he could only snort and berate him, "Scram!"
"Just go, kid. Although you barely meet the requirement of joining my Immortal Sect, it’s a pity that you just antagonized the instructor elder of my Immortal Sect that’s at the thirteenth level of the Body Refinement Realm. If you still want to join the Immortal Sect, I can only say that there will be countless days of suffering ahead for you."
After speaking, Wen Ping stood up and stripped off his upper clothes that were drenched in sweat.
Just when he was about to enter the gravity field, Yang Lele brushed aside the old butler who was trying to hold him back. He then rushed toward Wen Ping and spoke.
"Sect Leader, I want to join the Immortal Sect."
"Are you sure?"
Wen Ping subconsciously cast a glance at Yun Liao.
"I’m sure!"
"This is something you said yourself. In that case, pay the entry fee first. After that, listen to the arrangement of Elder Yun."
"Yes."
Yang Lele nodded. He quickly got the old butler to take out a banknote of 100 gold and passed it to Wen Ping.
"Sect leader, this is worth 100 gold coins. Today, I came out in a rush and didn’t bring so much money, so can I owe 900 gold first? I will head back first thing in the morning and bring the rest of the money."
"Sorry, this place is a sect and not a merchant store, we won’t negotiate. Since you will bring the money tomorrow, you can only be considered a disciple of my Immortal Sect starting from tomorrow." Wen Ping didn’t reach out to take the 100 gold banknote. Rather, he pointed at the gravity field. "Do you want to go in for a try?"
"I want!"
Yang Lele nodded repeatedly.
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After Yang Lele got the butler to leave first, he tossed 30 gold coins into the metal box and walked into the gravity field.
"The pressure is truly as heavy as a mountain." Upon sensing that his body suddenly got much heavier than before, Yang Lele felt extremely shocked in his heart.