Meanwhile,
Beta Fang was happily going to invite Wux and Luo Fang to met Bai Lung.
On the way, he orders two disciples to call them.
To which the disciples hurriedly agreed, after all, Beta Fang was now a known and reputable figure in the sect.
Someone who had nothing came this high, others respected him highly.
And soon enough, Wux and Luo Fang were standing in front of him, Beta Fang smiled.
"listen to me... You guys will be meeting the Young Master now, make sure to behave well and not talk back at all... Otherwise, even your corpse won't find peace..." Beta Fang snorted.
Wux: "..."
Luo Fang: "..."
To them, they couldn't understand what was happening but it was clear some bigshot wanted to meet them.
Wux personally was happy since he would get to know more Influential and powerful people but Luo Fang on the other hand wasn't happy.
He didn't wish to be a puppet and working man for some rich young master.
But given his situation, he could only nod.
"Yes, it would my be honor..."
"understood...."
And soon enough, Beta Fang took them to Bai Lung.
By this time, Bai Lung had finished his Jade-vessel too.
He even had successfully enchanted five enchantments and runes in it without breaking it.
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"Young Master Bai, these are the two geniuses I talked about..." Beta Fang said with a bow while pointing his hands at the two new people.
"Hmm!?" Bai Lung nooded clearly confused as he had anticipated one of them to at least be some kind of protagonist, the chosen son of heaven.
But sadly both of them were common folks.
"This one is named Wux, I am honored to meet you..." Wux hurriedly Introduced himself but was met by Beta Fang's cold eyes due to his misbehavior.
He was in presence of a noble yet was acting like a commoner from the countryside. Beta Fang hoped Young Master Bai wasn't angry.
The young cultivators stood before Bai Lung, awaiting his judgment with bated breath as he hurriedly pulled back his hands to his sides, receiving the side eye from Beta Fang.
All while Luo Fang remained motionless, his expression carefully schooled into one of obedient reverence without any thing.
It felt like he was doll.
At the same time,
Bai Lung's piercing gaze cut through them, as if peering into the very depths of their souls.
"I see... I heard you both are highly talented in the field of cultivation, and one of you even managed to receive the vision from the gods.
Saying that Bai Lung looked at Wux because his Aura was far more stronger despite the fact he wasn't the one awakening the vision.
Hmm!!!
-Status-
•Name: Wux
•Age: Raw
•Cultivation: Just started yet fifth stage of Qi cultivation.
•Talents/Blessings:
-Body physique: Mad Demon body physique ( the more angry the person gets, the more his power increases )
-Heart: Fire-hatred heart ( The more hatred you generate, the more powerful you become, it also grants the person to use fire that is made out of pure hatred... And yes, the more the hatred the more powerful the flame )
•Likes and dislikes
- Wux likes to suppress the weak and curry favors from the strong
- Wux dislikes half of the women he meets, wine, and old men who keep spouting nonsense and he also hates black cats because he believes they bring bad luck.
'ooh?'
The corner of Bai Lung's lips curled into a small, knowing smile as he checked Wux's status.
So, a "Mad Demon" with a "Fire-Hatred" heart - how intriguing.
And to hold such a personal disdain for black cats, of all things. Truly, this young man was a fascinating specimen.
But hey he do he.
He turned his attention to the other cultivator, Luo Fang, whose bearing remained stoic and composed yet no matter how much he tried to hide it, Bai Lung could easily tell Luo Fang wasn't happy to be here.
"And you... The silent junior," Bai Lung murmured, his gaze piercing.
"What secrets do you harbor within that controlled exterior of yours? I don't think anyone can receive a vision... You must have done something,"
"P-Paradon? I can't quite catch Young Master's words..." Luo Fang began to sweat.
By no means was Luo Fang hiding something but under the presence of Bai Lung he felt like a mouse trapped by a snake.
Bai Lung's lips curved into a slow, predatory smile as he observed Luo Fang's discomfort. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I'm implying, my silent friend," he purred, taking a step closer.
The Karen living next door may be gracious, but Heaven? Nah! Heaven can never be this pleasant handing gifts to random nobody.
His piercing gaze seemed to bore into the young man's very soul.
"You see, I have a...keen eye for those who harbor secrets. And I sense that there is more to you than meets the eye..." Bai Lung's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper.
"So tell me...?... Luo Fang - what is it that you're hiding?" he was quite unsure about the name but ultimately recalled it.
Wux sensing the opportunity hurriedly stepped forward,
"Young Master... It was rumored that his mother was a beautiful woman and she had an otherworldly aura and one day she was suddenly sucked by heavens... As for his father, he turned alcoholic and got killed... From a young age he is living as an orphan," he announced proudly.
"oh!? Sucked by the heavens? Otherworldly beauty?" Bai Lung nodded his head at this new information.
The more you live the more weird information you get, it was the first time Bai Lung have ever heard someone being sucked by the heavens.
Most Importantly was it even true?
And what's with the pops? Turned alcoholic?
Question after question comes at Bai Lung's mind but no answer.
Still, Bai Lung's brows furrowed as he processed Wux's story.
A woman "sucked by the heavens" and an alcoholic father who met a tragic end.
it sounded like one of those tales meant to cover up deeper truths.
His sharp eyes flickered back to Luo Fang, who remained silent and still as if rooted in place.
Yet, despite the young man's outward calm, Bai Lung could sense the turbulence of emotions swirling beneath the surface.
Well it's understandable who would be proud of alcholic father?
"I see," Bai Lung mused, his voice slow and measured.
"A tragic past, indeed. But I suspect there's more than what Wux claims, isn't there, Luo Fang?"
After all, it could be inside family secret.
Dhup! Dup!
Hearing this, Luo Fang's heart raced, but he kept his face impassive.
He had no idea where this was going, but he had to tread carefully.
"Young Master Bai," he began cautiously, "what you heard is true. My past is... complicated. But I assure you, I have no hidden agendas or secrets to hide from you..."
Bai Lung's eyes narrowed slightly.
"No secrets, you say? Hmm, I find that hard to believe. Everyone has secrets, Luo Fang... Even street dogs to deep sea fish have secrets..."
(maybe)
He took another step closer, his presence suffocating, as if the weight of the world bore down on the young man.
"But if you insist..." His voice trailed off, leaving the threat unspoken but palpable.
Gulp!
Luo swallowed.
Beta Fang, watching the exchange, shifted nervously.
He knew Bai Lung was testing them, seeing how far they could be pushed.
Wux was clearly more eager to please, but Luo Fang… Luo Fang was a different story.
A story Bai Lung seemed very interested in unraveling.
Finally, Luo Fang spoke again, his voice a quiet murmur. "I cannot change the past, Young Master. Nor can I control the circumstances of my birth. But I am loyal to the sect and willing to prove my worth in whatever way you see fit..."
Bai Lung regarded him for a long, tense moment, his piercing gaze unwavering.
"We shall see, Luo Fang. We shall see!!!" said like a old man full of wisdom.
With that, He turned away, his interest seemingly waning.
"Beta Fang, I hope these two will be of use. Otherwise, I have no need for more weaklings cluttering my space..."
Beta Fang bowed deeply, his voice steady. "Of course, Young Master. I will make sure they prove their value."
With a dismissive wave of his hand, Bai Lung left the chamber, his mind already elsewhere, contemplating the mysteries that still surrounded Luo Fang's background.
It seems this fish need to be nourished a little before eating.
Haa!
As the tension in the room eased slightly, Wux let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. He turned to Luo Fang with a smug expression. "See? I told you it was best to follow the strong. You should be grateful for this opportunity."
But Luo Fang's eyes remained fixed on the door Bai Lung had exited through, his mind racing. Something about this encounter had unnerved him in ways he couldn't fully comprehend. The way Bai Lung had looked at him, the subtle accusation in his words—it was as if the young master knew something even Luo Fang didn't.
What was it about his mother's disappearance? And why did Bai Lung seem so interested in his past?
As the two cultivators prepared to leave, Luo Fang couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of a much larger game—one in which he had become an unwitting piece.