Chapter 19: Your Health Seems a Little Weak

At the corner!

“Master Uncle, please accept a bow from your disciple!”

Thud!

Seeing that no one was around, and the Tang family couldn’t see them, Zhang Xuan Zhen’s legs gave way, and with a thud, he fell to his knees, bowing his head and trembling as he spoke.

He really hadn’t checked the almanac before leaving today. He almost offended his own Master Uncle!

If Master found out about this, would he not have his skin peeled off?

The mere thought of his Master’s abilities made Zhang Xuan Zhen shudder, afraid that the Master Uncle would report him, and if that happened, he’d never be able to enter Long Hu Mountain again in his life.

“Zhang Xuan Zhen? That name sounds quite impressive!”

Chen Yang turned around, smiling as he looked at Zhang Xuan Zhen.

This guy had silvery-white hair, eyebrows, and a beard, all white. His skin, however, was well-maintained, smooth and tender like a baby’s. His features were fairly well-balanced, but in contrast to his earlier immortal-like air, his current posture of kneeling and begging for forgiveness made him seem, inexplicably… a bit… sleazy?

Zhang Xuan Zhen shuddered at the mention of “Zhang Xuan Zhen,” his entire body stiffening as he quickly forced a bitter smile.

“Master Uncle, don’t joke with me. I’m just a mere registered disciple, how could I possibly deserve the title of ‘Tian Shi’?”

“When I’m out and about, I’ve always referred to myself as ‘Dao Ye.’ I would never dare claim the title of Tian Shi. It’s only those common folk who wrongly call me that.”

Throughout history, only those who truly align with the Way of Heaven are worthy of being called Tian Shi, everyone else is not qualified.

Zhang Xuan Zhen knew this well and quickly distanced himself from the title.

“I’m not, I didn’t ask for it. It was just them miscalling me!”

“You old fool, weren’t you just about to hit me? Why are you suddenly backing down now? Come on, I’ll give you a hand.”

Chen Yang stretched his hands, assuming a stance as if ready for a fight.

Zhang Xuan Zhen’s entire face turned a shade of bitter melon, dryly laughing.

“Master Uncle, please don’t tease me anymore.”

“I’m just a registered disciple of Master. I’m not even an official disciple! Even if you gave me a hundred chances, I wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you!”

Saying this, he suddenly wanted to slap himself hard across the face.

Why didn’t he check Master Uncle’s face before speaking so rashly earlier?

Now, it seemed like he had walked straight into a trap.

Chen Yang looked at him, trembling as if walking on thin ice, and compared it to his earlier display of murderous intent and imposing presence. He couldn’t help but laugh.

But this guy was merely trying to uphold Long Hu Mountain’s authority, so it wasn’t all bad. He seemed to be very loyal to Long Hu Mountain.

Moreover, the fact that this guy was a registered disciple of the Senior Sister meant that he must have some exceptional skills.

You should know, the Senior Sister is the most outstanding disciple of the old master, second only to Chen Yang.

Her standards for accepting disciples are extremely strict.

Once, a big shot from one of the top families in Yan Jing wanted to send his son to Long Hu Mountain to be taught by the Senior Sister, requesting her to accept him as a disciple. However, the Senior Sister merely glanced at him and rejected him.

The man couldn’t even be accepted as a registered disciple!

This was someone whose mere stomp could shake Yan Jing to its core!

Yet despite that, the Senior Sister showed no respect, and the other party couldn’t even express his anger.

But the Zhang Xuan Zhen, who appeared to be a fraud, had actually earned the Senior Sister’s favor.

Maybe there’s something more to him than meets the eye!

“Cough, cough,”

“Little Zhang, I’ve heard the Senior Sister speak about you. You’re quite a good person, diligent, progressive, with ideals and ambition. Let me ask you, would you want to become a formal disciple?”

Chen Yang purposely coughed a few times, adopting a formal tone.

Zhang Xuan Zhen, who was kneeling on the ground, instantly widened his eyes, his breathing quickening.

He thought that his Master Uncle was about to punish him severely, but to his astonishment, Master Uncle actually said something like this?

It was like a small knife to the backside, his eyes were opened to a new world.

Master Uncle was actually showing him favor!

Hug the thigh!

He had to hug that thigh!

“Master Uncle, if you can make me a formal disciple, you are my true uncle! If you tell me to go east, I won’t go west. If you tell me to chase ducks, I’ll never chase chickens!”

“In this Jing Hai city, if anyone dares to harm you, I’ll kill them!”

Zhang Xuan Zhen almost couldn’t hold back, wanting to rush up and cling to Chen Yang’s leg, sobbing in gratitude!

Becoming a formal disciple!

This was the dream he’d always wished for!

It was his most cherished obsession!

Now, with Chen Yang bringing it up, the future seemed promising!

A Long Hu Mountain disciple!

Just the thought of saying that would make him feel like he was on top of the world, and he’d laugh himself awake in his dreams.

“Alright, alright, look at you now, what kind of image is this?”

Chen Yang saw this guy so emotional, with snot and tears streaming down, and couldn’t help but smirk, laughing:

“It’s just a word from me, what’s the big deal? That old man wouldn’t deny it, would he?”

“Of course, whether you can become a formal disciple is still under evaluation, it depends on your performance. For now, let’s start by acting in front of me!”

“Really?”

Only then did Zhang Xuan Zhen dare to stand up, thumping his chest with a righteous expression.

“Master Uncle, don’t worry. When it comes to acting, I’m top-notch!”

“However, Master Uncle, when we go out to meet them later, could you please leave me some face? After all, I’m someone of stature in Jing Hai city. If I lose face today, I might never get any more profitable business opportunities.”

Zhang Xuan Zhen said eagerly.

“Don’t worry. Who is your Master Uncle? I’ll still give face to my nephew.”

Chen Yang patted his chest but suddenly remembered something.

“By the way, how old are you? Why do you look so young, yet your hair is already gray?”

“Cough cough!”

Seeing Chen Yang ask this, Zhang Xuan Zhen immediately cleared his throat.

“Master Uncle, I’m 48 years old this year, and it’s my zodiac year. I even wear red underwear.”

“Only 48? How come your hair and beard are all white? Your body is quite weak!”

Chen Yang was shocked. He had always thought Zhang Xuan Zhen was much older, at least over 60. But to his surprise, he was still under 50?

“Well… cough cough, Master Uncle, don’t be deceived by appearances.”

Zhang Xuan Zhen scratched his head awkwardly. “Actually, I dyed my hair white, and my beard and eyebrows too.”

“I had no choice. When my hair was still black, no one would hire me for rituals or feng shui stuff. They all thought I was unreliable.”

“Master once said something: ‘A Buddha depends on golden robes, and a person depends on their clothing.'”

“So I gave myself this makeover, and the results have been surprisingly good. From not getting any jobs to now, I turn down anything under a million!”

He even puffed out his chest a bit with pride.

“You’re really something!”

Chen Yang found this guy more and more interesting. He wasn’t rigid, and knew how to adapt.

No wonder even the son of a top family in Yan Jing and the Senior Sister, who refused to accept any disciples, would favor this guy. Turns out he really had some skills.

“Alright, I suppose your look isn’t bad either. I quite like it.”

“Follow your Master Uncle, and I’ll make sure you have a steady stream of income!”

“Hehe, from now on, I’ll be counting on my Master Uncle!”