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Chapter 13: Dharma Artifact
"Hold on!"
Suddenly, Xin Zhong interrupted the auction.
He pointed a finger at Aryan and then said: "The other two masters already put in their two cents, but Master Aryan didn't tell us what he thinks of this artifact yet."
"Why don't we start the auction after we have heard what Master Aryan had to offer?"
As soon as he finished his words, the participants boiled over.
Master Wu had already activated the Dharma Artifact and revealed its power to everyone. No one would argue that they had felt such an exhilarating and refreshing feeling when the artifact summoned those light breezes. It was like stepping themselves inside of a hot tub. Everyone was convinced that if they exposed themselves under the beneficial spell, they would never get sick again.
The conclusions were final, so there was no need to hear what a young boy had to say.
However, everyone knew that Xin Zhong's request had nothing to do with the artifact; he simply wanted the Third Lord of Wei to lose face.
The Third Lord of Wei pulled a taut face and kept his silence.
"Hehe."
A girl standing behind Old Man Zhen suddenly blurted out laughter.
"Xiao Yun, what's going on?" Old Man Zhen asked, displeased.
She was a distant niece of Old Man Zhen. She and her parents were at odds against each other because of the parent's approval of her boyfriend. Old Man Zhen had decided to take the girl as his ward to guide her. When she was ready, the Old Man would assign her a manager position in one of his many companies.
She had always been polite, behaved respectfully at social occasions and seldom made faux pas such as bursting into laughter in front of her uncle's guests.
The woman was in a business suit, and she was the eldest member of Xu Rongfei's clique: Han Yun.
The moment Aryan walked into the Hall, Han Yun recognized Aryan and had been wondering why Aryan would show up as an appraiser.
Hearing her faux pas and catching Old Man Zhen's attention, Han Yun explained with a quiet voice.
Despite her thin voice, everyone could hear what she said loud and clear.
After having learned that Aryan was just a high school student from the Ivy League High School, although he killed someone, they were all experts, they even didn't count how much they have Killed till now.
Everyone looked at Aryan with contemptuous looks on their faces. A broad smile broke over Xin Zhong's face, and then he started laughing. Third Lord of Wei's face flushed red, and he glared at Uncle Lin, castigating him for bringing him such a loser.
"What a mess." Old Man Zhen shook his head.
The Old Man might have some respect for a friend of Wei Changgen, but this boy was just a friend of Wei Changgeng's daughter. He lamented the recklessness of the Third Lord of Wei for bringing with him a no-account laborer with him to such a high profile meeting. It was a disgraceful act to the Wei Family.
"I doubt Xin Zhong would let it slide so easily." Old Man Zhen furrowed his brows and thought to himself.
Lo and behold, Xin Zhong laughed and said, "Who says a master shouldn't go High School? I believe in the Third Lord's judgment."
"Don't mind them, Master Aryan, I believe in you. Just do your work and show us what you know."
He said sarcastically. His act didn't sit well with the other wealthy magnets from the Mahanagar City. They were on the same team with the Third Lord. If the Third Lord loses face, they would too.
Han Yun finally regretted her actions.
She shouldn't have blown Aryan's cover since it seemed to have backfired on her.
Before everyone's scornful look and sneers, Aryan looked at Xin Zhong calmly and said, "Are you sure you want me to test the artifact?"
"Why? You seem to be hesitating." Xin Zhong's smile evaporated as he frowned at Aryan.
He planned to use this high school student merely as an instrument to humiliate the Third Lord, but never did he expect the boy to speak up before so many influential and powerful people.
"What do you think, Master Wu?" Feeling slightly uneasy, Xin Zhong asked the white-haired old man under his breath.
Master Wu glanced at Aryan and shook his head in disdain.
"He is just a boy, who doesn't even measure up to that Qi fellow. He wouldn't recognize anything even if a real Dharma Artifact were right in front of his eyes."
Aryan stood up and walked around the wooden box as he murmured to himself, "The Eight-Trigrams-Plate contains eight different kinds of spells, and they form a small Dharma Array. We have all experienced the beneficial effect of the spell array first hand. Also, it could form an area where Spirit Qi congregates; it was the so-called 'Feng Shui Field.' in layman's terms. Anyone within the field would benefit from the presence of the Spirit Qi and improved health."
By then, it was evident to Aryan that the so-called Feng Shui Dharma Array was a knock-off of the Spirit Gathering Array.
The Spirit Qi gathered inside of the array was beneficial to any living entity inside its area of effect. In some extreme cases, such as on those Life-Stars where Spirit Qi was abundant, a human could have lived over two hundred years old without even cultivating. The wild beasts on those planets were huge in size and formidable in their strength. Some could grow up to a few hundred feet and be as old as time itself.
"Oh? Go on; I am all ears." Master Wu stared at Aryan attentively.
Seeing Aryan's incredible knowledge on the matter, the others gave each other a surprised glance, and they wondered if this boy was also an expert.
"So you agree that this is a Dharma Artifact?" Boss Yan asked impatiently.
"Yes, but…" Aryan paused and turned around to look at Xin Zhong
"But what?" another rich man hurried a reply.
"But this Dharma Artifact has been used so many times that it is near its due date." Aryan pointed at the Eight-Trigrams-Plate and said.
Everyone was shocked after hearing Aryan's words.
Once they gave the plate a second look, and they noticed that the surface was covered with minor fractures and it was too intrusive to pass for ordinary wear and tear due to age.
It seemed that this plate was not going to last too long before it broke.
"You bastard! How dare you!"
Master Wu slammed the table hard as he pushed himself out of the chair. He glared at Aryan angrily.
No longer did he care to keep up appearances as the grandmaster; he glared at Aryan and regretted ever letting the teenage boy speak up.
Even Master Wu had failed to notice that the boy was a fellow-martial-artists. If he wasn't a master in martial arts, he wouldn't be able to see the minor fractures on the wooden plate.
"Mr. Xin, Boss Gu, what is really going on?" Old Man Zhen furrowed his brows and asked.
Xin Zhong's face paled while the chubby face of Boss Gu was already drenched in sweat.
Most people from Mahanagar City had noticed something was amiss; they looked at the three suspiciously.
"Isn't it obvious? You have been conned by Mr. Xin, Master Wu, and Boss Gu." Aryan said with a cold sneer.
Aryan had felt something was fishy about Master Wu. He had already reached the mid-stage of the Foundation Establishment Level, and therefore, it was impossible for him to have missed those obvious cracks on the wooden plate.
Not only did he hide the truth from everyone, but he also initiated the power of the Eight-Trigrams-Plate and pushed it one step closer to its destruction. The knowing glances between Xin Zhong and Boss Gu didn't escape Aryan either, and it had finally made him realize what was going on.
Master Wu, Xin Zhong, and Boss Gu were con artists, and they were in it together to scam the deep pockets of the Mahanagar City. Aryan wagered that their main target was The Third Lord of Wei.
"Xin Zhong, is this true?"
As soon as Aryan had finished his words, the Third Lord of the Wei stood up and shouted at Xin Zhong.
As realization finally dawned upon the other attendees, they looked to the three people with suspicion in their eyes.
Boss Gu was drenched in cold sweat and was trembling uncontrollably. Xin Zhong's face also paled. His shifty eyes glanced at Master Wu from time to time.
By then, Master Wu's face was contorted by anger as he nailed his gaze on Aryan. He hoped to leave the Mahanagar City with at least fifty million yuan, but all his planning and hard work to pull the scam off had gone down the tube.
"You little prick, how dare you spoil my plan!"
Master Wu managed to squeeze a few words out from his tight-clenched jaws. The air about him started to turn colder and darker.
"Oh. You want to settle this the old way with me?"
Aryan was not afraid of Master Wu's threat. He looked at the old man with a great degree of levity.
Ever since he was reborn, he hadn't fought with Dharma Spells yet, and although Master Wu only knew the most rudimentary spells, Aryan was eager to test his power.
"Wu! This is Mahanagar City, show some respect!" Old Man Zhen slammed the table and shouted at the white-haired man.
As soon as the old man spoke, his bodyguard closed in and glared at Master Wu and his two other companions.
Xin Zhong's face blackened. He had only brought with him seven or eight bodyguards. There was very little chance that he would be able to walk out of Mahanagar City alive if he let the situation spiral out of control. Boss Gu from the Zhong Zhou City had fallen off of his chair and collapsed on the ground.
"Hehe" Master Wu was unfazed by the group of intimidating bodyguards. He spoke to Aryan with tempered hatred, "Kiddo, you have ruined my plan, I won't let you get away with it. Didn't you want to see a real Dharma Artifact? Why don't you take a look at this!"
Master Wu produced a small clay urn from his pocket, and as soon as he lifted the cap, everyone felt a gush of chilly wind blowing out from the mouth of the urn, reducing the temperature in the room by a few degrees.
"Aryan boy! Taste the power of my numinous treasure!"
Before his words faded, a dark fog emerged from the clay urn, and with it, a wave of ear-piercing shrieks like that of anguished demons and lost souls from the ninth forbidden hell.
"HELP!" The mortals in the room fled the scene as soon as they saw the terrifying sight. Some of them clambered to hide behind the bodyguards. Although most of these bodyguards were retired veterans and champions of national martial arts competitions, none of them had experienced such a ghastly sight before. Bound by their duty, many of them managed to hold their grounds with fear on their faces.
"The Art of Ghost Reining?" Master Qi gasped.
"Alas! I could behold the power of a transcendent master; what more should I ask for?" As Master Qi said so, he shook his head with the sorrow of knowing that he might not be able to see such power ever again.
"Not too shabby. You can even recognize my Dharmic Formulation!" Master Wu nodded approvingly.
He scanned around and was pleased by the fear written all over people's faces. However, he soon realized that Aryan was still sitting in his chair and was sipping on a cup of tea.
"Aren't you afraid of me, kid?"
Hearing Master Wu's question, Xin Zhong, Third Lord of the Wei and Uncle Lin both looked at Aryan as if they were looking at an idiot.
"He is not concerned at all? Is he a half-wit?"
The other's asked the same question in their minds.
As soon as Master Wu used the Art of Ghost Reining, everyone, except for Aryan and Xin Zhong and Old Man Zhen had remained in their seats; the rest guests had either hid behind the bodyguards or under the furniture. Even the bodyguards trembled uncontrollably at the sight of the supernatural power.
Han Yun shivered with tears in her eyes.
"Aryan, what the heck are you doing? Run!"
She couldn't stop blaming herself for exposing Aryan's real identity. If she had kept her lips sealed, Xin Zhong would not think of using the boy to humiliate the Third Lord, and none of this would have happened.
However, Aryan sat casually in his chair, holding a calm cast in his eyes.
"I will have to do away with you, aren't you afraid?" Master Wu's mind was seized by anger, and he was ready to do anything it took to quell the fire in him.
As he started the Dharmatic Art, his white hair swirled up from his head, and he pointed two fingers at the dark smoke. The plum of darkness responded with a shiver and with a great measure of reluctance, the darkness moved slowly toward Aryan
Seeing the dark mist formed by undead ghosts was coming at Aryan, everyone's hearts were caught in their throat. They were convinced that the boy's fate was sealed.
"Afraid?" Aryan laughed out loud as he shook his head.
"I had expected much better from you. Look at you; you can barely control your power. And you call it a Dharma Artifact? You don't feel ashamed of yourself, do you? Fuck it; I will show you what a real Dharma Artifact is all about." Aryan took the Jade Talisman off his neck and held it in one hand.
Under everyone's curious and surprised look, he spoke two loud and clear words. "Thunder Arise!"
Suddenly, thousands of lightning appeared in the hall; they tore the space apart and showed the dimly lit hall with blinding brightness.
Aryan stood in the middle of the hall, a lightning bolt in his hand, the loose folds of his clothes moved as the wind came up, outlined nobly against the web of thunder for all to see.
Of the three spells held in the Jade Talisman, the Arcane Bulwark of Thunder was the most powerful. It was able to ward off harm from Yin Soul, Spirit Entity, Malice Qi, and Immortal Will.
As soon as Aryan summoned the thunder, the dark spirit in the mist let out a pained shriek before it turned on its heels. However, a cultivator's spell could not be easily outran.
Aryan held the lightning bolt and hurled it at the dark mist.
"Boom!"
The lightning bolt snaked through the air and hit its target. The dark mist was defenseless before such power and disappeared into thin air the moment it was dealt a blow. However, the lightning didn't disappear; it passed through the mist and hit the clay urn clutched in Master Wu's arms.
"AHRR!"
Master Wu screamed and collapsed to the ground. The lightning bolt had pulverized the clay urn, turning it into a puff of dust.
The roaring of the thunder swept through the room as windows and the glasses on the table shivered into pieces. It was as if a wild typhoon had just ravaged through.
"The Thunder Art of the Heavenly Master Sect?" Master Wu exclaimed, his hair stood upright due to the static current; soot smeared all over his face and hands.
Fear flickered in Master Wu's eyes as they looked at Aryan like rabbits would to a tiger. Seeing another thunderbolt had already formed in Aryan's hand, Master Wu ditched any plan of counterattack as he clambered onto his knees and started to kowtow to Aryan.
"Master, master! Please, forgive me! I will never do it again. Please!" Master Wu was terrified by Aryan's display of power and fear had rendered him defenseless. The only thing he could think of was to kneel and beg for forgiveness.
Under everyone's fearful eyes, Aryan took a step forward and said, "I have broken your spell; do you have a problem with that?"
"No, no, no! I have no problem!" Master Wu said in a shaky voice.
Aryan took another step and announced, "I have destroyed your Dharma Artifact. Do you have a problem with that?"
"No! No Problem!" Master Wu nodded vigorously.
One more step. Aryan towered above Master Wu and shouted down at him, "I have ruined your reputation, spoiled your business and forced you to beg me on your knees. Do you think you deserve that?"
"I do! I deserve everything one hundred percent!" Master Wu's forehead was already bleeding from kowtowing too hard. His voice was desperate and saddening.
"Since you have realized your mistake, I will spare your life for now. Now Fuck off! If I ever see you again in Mahanagar City, I will pulverize you just like I did to that clay urn!" Aryan said as the cracking lightning bolt in his hand finally disappeared. He looked down at Master Wu like looking down at a worthless worm.
"Yes. Yes. Yes."
Master Wu pushed himself to his feet and fumbled through the exit.
Aryan linked his hands behind him and looked at Xin Zhong and Boss Gu.
Although Xin Zhong was a business tycoon in the northern bank of the Yangtze River, Aryan's seemingly calm gaze unnerved him. He felt icy sweat slide down his back as both legs started to tremble.
Master Wu was not just a nobody, he could kill people from afar, and his skills had earned him a great reputation. However, Aryan's power had dominated Master Wu so completely that Master Wu didn't have a chance to fight back. Xin Zhong was just an unenlightened mortal, and he knew he would be easily crushed by an opponent who could summon thunder on a whim.
"Master… Master Aryan… In a … civilized society, killing is against the law."
Blood drained from his face. Xin Zhong pushed against the table with both hands to support his body as he stammered out a few words.
"What happened to Mister 'I-am-so-full-of-myself'?" Aryan asked sarcastically.
The question made Xin Zhong's hair stand on end, and he thought his swelling heart was going to jump out of his chest.
"Master Aryan, please forgive me! I will give you anything you want." Xin Zhong lowered his head and pleaded for his life.
A moment ago, Xin Zhong was still on his high horse, but a moment later, he was begging a sixteen-year-old high school student to spare his life. The sudden turn of events had filled the other attendees' hearts with contradicting emotions.
No one had taken Aryan seriously when they first saw him. When they had learned that he was just a high school student working in a Bar, many of them even laughed at him as if he was a joke.
However, then and there, they saw Aryan command the power of thunder, defeat Master Wu and then forced Xin Zhong to beg him, yet, no one in the hall dared to speak out against Aryan.
Despite the hundreds of millions of yuan each of these tycoons had, they were worthless before Aryan.
"Now, that is what I call a powerful man." Old Man Zhen clutched the chair as he was deeply impressed by the boy.
He had seen people with more illustrious achievements on paper than Aryan —some of them were even on Forbes's List—but none of them had Aryan's bearing and demeanor.
Only those who had the real power at their disposal would have those imposing and overbearing qualities about them. The real power was beyond money and politics since, during the crucial moment of life or death, neither of those could be counted on.
Han Yun gaped at Aryan. A minute earlier, Master Wu was swollen with arrogance and thought he could never be defeated. Then, he was on his knees and begging for his life. Even the Kingpin of the Dibru City had lowered his head and pleaded to Aryan.
Aryan swelled with pride, and no one dared to look at him directly in his eyes.
"I had always thought that it was your friendship with Wei Ziqin that lent you your courage to kill someone and stand up against Chu Minhui. But I finally see your real power. You didn't need a protector at all!"
Han Yun exclaimed in her mind. She could not believe that the ordinary boy standing before her was the same lightning wielding immortal who she saw just a moment ago.
With such power, no wonder he didn't even show the slightest concern before powerful magnates such as The Third Lord of Wei, Old Man Zhen, and Boss Yan.
No wonder he was able to remain calm when Master Wu was swelling with arrogance and contempt.
It turned out that his protector was his power. With the lightning bolt in his hand, he held the life of his enemy in his palm. By then, Han Yun felt that Aryan was more charming than the most handsome looking boy she had ever met.
"It is true that fortune favors the fools. That silly girl, Xu Rongfei, had somehow stumbled upon a piece of real gold. Why didn't I see through his facade and snatch him before Xu Rongfei could sink her claws into him? Nonetheless, I still have time, and there is still hope."
Han Yun lamented. She knew that after today's event, Aryan would no longer live as an ordinary teenager; he would become one of the most influential people in Mahanagar City.
His power was under full display before the tycoons of the Mahanagar City. The amazed looks on their faces was a telltale sign that they were already enthralled by Aryan's incredible abilities.
Aryan turned around and asked Boss Gu "What is the highest bid for that, Eight-Trigrams-Plate?"
Boss Gu's lips quivered uncontrollably and failed to form a single word. Boss Yan finally answered for him. "Master Aryan, the highest offer is forty-five million."
"Forty-five million?" Aryan murmured.
"Give me that forty-five million, and I will spare your life." Aryan said to Xin Zhong.
A pained expression flashed across Xin Zhong's face.
Although his assets were in the billions, most of it was locked up in one way or another. Therefore to spit out forty-five million cash right away meant he would have to make some financial sacrifices.
However, he realized that he had no other options. The thought of Aryan's lightning pulverizing him into dust sent a chill down his spine. "Yes, yes! I will give you the money!" Xin Zhong said reluctantly.
"Very well; now get lost." Aryan waved and dismissed Xin Zhong as if the latter was a fly.
Both Xin Zhong and Boss Gu heaved a sigh of relief, and they turned around, hurrying for the exit.
Han Yun gritted her teeth and walked over to Aryan. She batted her lashes at the boy, making herself look docile and cute and then she braved a question:
"Master Aryan, are you letting them off just like that?"
Han Yun paused for a second and continued: "I am not worried about Xin Zhong and Boss Gu, but that Wu looked like a conniving and heartless person. The Dharma Spell he had used can speak for itself. Aren't you afraid that he would seek revenge?"
Aryan answered lightly, "It's all right, I have scared him, he won't even think of making a move. Instead of revenge, he would fear me like he would a god."
Despite Aryan's calm voice, the words carried immeasurable confidence.
Han Yun's heart skipped a beat as her desire for the young man became even stronger.
Suddenly, a gleeful voice chimed in. "Master Aryan, I knew you were mighty and powerful. Defeating that Wu dude was just a piece of cake for you!"
The Third Lord of Wei emerged from behind the bodyguards and hurried to Aryan. He stared at Aryan with the admiration of a lap dog to his master.
"How could someone as successful as the Elderly Man Wei have such an idiot son?" Aryan lamented in his mind.
When everyone had finally gathered themselves, Old Man Zhen ordered the servants to clean up the mess. The guards and workers stared at the mess left by the battle with disbelief. However, no one dared to ask a question, so they started to clean the room right away.
The event continued in another courtyard. In the middle of the courtyard was a table filled with food. Aryan sat down at the head of the table. Although most people around him were wealthier and more influential than Aryan, everyone thought that was a rightful place for Aryan.
After everyone had settled down in their seats, Aryan asked Han Yun: "Do I know you?"
He was very surprised when the girl told everyone about his past. The way she looked at him also suggested that it was not the first time the two had met. After Aryan had defeated Master Wu, she was also the first person to have spoken to him.
Han Yun gave Aryan an alluring smile and answered, "I grew up with Fei-Fei. We are tight like sisters."
After everyone had settled in their seats, Aryan looked to Master Qi and asked.
"Master Qi, you mentioned that Master Wu was 'transcended,' would you please explain what that means?"
Hearing Aryan addressing him as "master," Master Qi felt the honor was almost too great to bear.
"Master Aryan, please, I am not worthy of the title 'master.'"
His defeat at the hands of Master Wu had taken the wind out of his sails. After seeing Aryan's ability to command the thunder and lightning, he had already revered Aryan as an immortal.
Since Master Qi's practice had exposed him to the realm of cultivation and therefore, he knew that Master Wu's Art of Ghost Reining could not compare with Aryan's Lightning Art. Aryan was at least a few magnitudes more powerful than Master Wu.
Nonetheless, Aryan had asked a question, and so he shall oblige. "The so-called 'transcended' was a phrase used in the small circle of Cultivators. Once we have transcended into the realm of Dao, we would start to possess Dharmic powers which we could use to activate Dharma Artifacts and cast Dharma Spells."
"From the perspective of Taoism, it was called 'Refine the Aether and Form the Qi,' while Buddhists call it 'Solidify the Zen in the Realm of Womb.' However, to a martial artist, it was simply the process of projecting the external strength inward to form the Internal Force." He continued.
"Every school and sect had their own name for it, but they were essentially the same thing." As Master Qi explained to Aryan, he couldn't help but wonder why someone, as experienced as Master Aryan, would ask him these most basic questions. At his current level, there should have been tomes compiled to commemorate him and his power.
Despite his doubts, he decided to keep his silence and not to raise any questions.
"Ah, that makes sense now!" Aryan nodded.
"The so-called 'Transcendent Master' or 'Refine the Aether and Form the Qi' were all just ways of calling the 'Foundation Establishment' Level. There were many schools of cultivation in China and therefore, many different ways to call the same thing."
"It seemed that the method of Immortal Cultivation had been passed down to some different sects and groups on Earth. From the skills and techniques used by Master Wu, Elderly Man Wei, and Linbao, I can tell that what they have learned was a far cry from the power of the real cultivators. What a shame." Aryan lamented.
Master Wu looked like in his sixties, yet he had just reached the mid-stage of the Foundation Establishment level. Master Qi was even worse. After having wasted half of his mortal life, he had barely reached the early-stage of the Foundation Establishment level.
If such incompetence was a common theme in the Dao Cultivation on earth, Aryan doubted that he would ever find a cultivator who could have reached Ethereal Enlightenment much less the Divine Sea.
He scowled and then asked:
"Wu had shouted 'The Thunder Art of the Heavenly Master Sect,' what is that? Is he talking about the Heavenly Master Sect of the Dragon Tiger Mountain?"
Aryan was dumbfounded when he heard Master Wu calling his Arcane Bulwark of Thunder the Thunder Art of the Heavenly Master Sect. The first thing that came into Aryan's mind was the allusive ancient sect founded by the Heavenly Master Zhang at the Dragon Tiger Mountain.
Aryan had heard that there were people who claimed to be the descendants of Confucius. Could it be that someone from the Zhang Family had survived the first Heavenly Master and was spreading the Heavenly Master's Dharma Spells again?
Master Qi cracked a smile and then replied, "House Zhang Of the Dragon Tiger Mountain was founded a thousand years ago; their art had long been lost."
"This Heavenly Master Sect was different; it is a major sect in the Dao Branch. Although it was also located at the Dragon-Tiger Mountain, it had nothing to do with the Zhang Family. My teacher had told me that this sect was well known for its Thunder Art of the Immortal Clouds. It was used to counter any demonic and fiendish yin-spirits. It was said that a few hundred years ago, a grandmaster descended from the mountain and banished countless nefarious occults. However, no one had heard of the sect within the recent half-century."
"Based on Master Wu's accent, I deduced that he was from the Dongla area of the Adheera Province. The cultivators living in that area were notorious for their Ghosting Reining and Blood Bending abilities. Their hatred and fear toward the Thunder Art of the Heavenly Master Sect were ingrained in their collective memory, and therefore, Master Wu had blurted out its name when he saw the similarities."
Master Qi said. By then, he could no longer hold back the curiosity, and so he asked:
"Where does Master Aryan hail from? Who is your teacher?
"My master had told me that the only sect that had the ability to bend the natural elements such as thunder was the Heavenly Master Sect. So, are you…"
Aryan cracked a smile and then shook his head.
"I have been focusing on my cultivation ever since I was a child, and had learned very little about the current goings-on in the cultivation realm. But my sect was unrelated to the Heavenly Master Sect."
Although Aryan's Arcane Bulwark of Thunder was the most rudimentary spell in the realm of Immortal Cultivation, it was far ahead of the most powerful Dao Cultivation Art.
Master Qi had a lot more questions in his mind, but he had kept them to himself. He nodded and praised Aryan:
"Master Aryan was able to achieve such a high level of attainment at such a young age. I am confident that you will become a god-like existence when you are my age. Compared to you and your teacher, I feel that I have wasted all the fifty-six years of my life. "
Master Qi heaved a sigh.
To Master Qi, Aryan's current level of attainment was even higher than that of a Transcendent Masters. It would be difficult to find another person whose power was on par with the boy. Master Qi couldn't help but wonder how powerful Aryan's teacher had to be in order to produce such an incredible disciple.
Aryan kept his silence and didn't reply.
His teacher Akbar the Immortal Cultivator had lived more than eight hundred and forty thousand years. He was considered old even among those Perfected Immortal who had achieved Dao Reunion Level. In the eyes of these mortals, he might as well be an Immortal God; after all, only the gods were able to swallow the sun and create matter out of nothing.
As the two conversed on the topic of cultivation, the rest of the guests simply listened, despite the fact that they understood nothing. Nonetheless, they listened quietly and didn't interrupt.
Before today's event, everyone thought the stories that involved Reining Ghosting, or Commanding Thunders were high tales. If anyone talked about such a topic in front of them, they would have thought that the speaker was a lunatic.
However, now, they believed in every word that came out from the mouth of Aryan and Master Qi.
"These incredible stories about gods and immortals are all real! What an eye-opener!" A lot of the guests exclaimed in their mind.
Old Man Zhen always kept an open mind on this subject and therefore he was not as shocked by the revelation as most other guests.
Old Man Zhen chimed in and said
"Master Aryan and Master Qi! We are so proud and fortunate to have both of you here at Mahanagar City. Master Aryan had achieved such unthinkable attainment at a young age; no doubt he was a rare talent in the field of cultivation. Master Qi, on the other hand, was knowledgeable and highly respected for his sense of honor."
As an experienced public speaker, Old Man Zhen knew exactly what to say to praise both masters equally without hurting the ego of either one of them.
Master Qi knew that he was not worthy of being named alongside Master Aryan, but a proud smile broke over his face nonetheless. Although he was not as powerful as Master Aryan, he was more knowledgeable than the boy and was better connected.
"No kidding! Master Aryan, you can summon the thunder when you are just in high school. I bet you that when you graduate from university, you would be a… a god!" The Third Lord of Wei smiled ingratiatingly at Aryan.
"It was my honor and my niece's fortune to have you as a friend!"
Aryan gave the Third Lord a sidelong glance as he was surprised by his ability in brown-nosing.
The Third Lord's words reminded the rest of the guests to pledge their loyalties and heap their praise onto Aryan. Soon, Aryan was surrounded by a dozen business magnates of the Mahanagar City who tried to outdo each other in praising the young genius.
The bodyguards and servants looked at Aryan with a great measure of jealousy.
He was only sixteen years old, yet he had already achieved the unthinkable. He was the very definition of a diamond in the rough
Han Yun studied Aryan with an expectant smile on her face. Soon, he would be hers.
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