Chapter 47: The Old Price

The surrounding outer sect disciples who had just gathered to watch the excitement, along with everyone present, were instantly struck as if witnessing something utterly inconceivable when they heard Tang Yueran's words.

Senior Brother Luo, please instruct me.

Was this really something Tang Yueran would say?

As a member of one of the four great clans, she not only enjoyed abundant cultivation resources, free from the toil of earning contribution points like ordinary outer sect disciples, but also had family elders to consult and learn from. Such a privileged environment was enough to make anyone envious and jealous.

Moreover, Tang Yueran was said to be an outstanding member of the Tang family, naturally receiving even more attention and resources.

Yet such a person was actually asking Luo Tian for guidance?

Was this some sort of joke? Was this even real?

Wu Lei almost suspected he was hearing things. Could such words truly come from Tang Yueran's lips?

What right did Luo Tian have for this?

“Yes, same old price, three hundred contribution points per session!”

Luo Tian thought it over. Offering Tang Yueran some guidance wouldn’t take much time, and besides, this was a great place for it—with plenty of lower-level outer sect disciples around, a successful demonstration could further increase his influence.

After all, these were all potential clients!

To have others obediently address him as senior brother, not only did he need genuine skill, but also a certain level of fame. Otherwise, the reputation gained from defeating Yang Qing would be far from sufficient.

Of course, with Zhao Liner now supporting him, he had a bit more persuasive power, but if Tang Yueran was willing to cooperate, all the better.

Same old price?

Compared to the three hundred contribution points, those three words shocked the onlookers even more. Judging by his tone, this wasn’t their first exchange?

Did this mean Luo Tian truly had ability and skill?

No one wanted to believe it instinctively.

He’d spent an unprecedented two years as a menial laborer, earning the title of greatest good-for-nothing, and then, by some stroke of luck, had suddenly become an outer sect disciple, already reaching the fourth stage of Qi Condensation in just a few days.

Taken together, Luo Tian seemed like someone with no real skills or effort—hardly the type anyone would trust easily.

A heavy silence hung over the crowd, everyone waiting for Tang Yueran’s reply.

“Very well, let’s go. What level have you reached in your cultivation now?”

Tang Yueran nodded with delight, showing rare cooperation, and even showed concern for Luo Tian’s progress.

Did this girl take the wrong medicine or something? When they first met, she had seemed rather aloof, and even later never acted particularly friendly, rather keeping a deliberate distance. But now—

Though puzzled, Luo Tian didn’t ask. He simply led Tang Yueran toward his residence.

Though Wu Lei was a complete fool, cultivation was a deeply personal matter; even the toughest questions weren’t something to be casually shared with other disciples.

“Sixth stage of Qi Condensation.”

Luo Tian replied flatly. It was no secret—soon everyone would know anyway, and he might even advance further in the coming days.

“Is this some sort of performance?”

“Ha! Try getting Senior Sister Tang to play along with you! Do you know what status the Tang family holds? There’s no way they’d let their scion participate in such a charade.”

“But do you really believe Luo Tian can guide others? I, for one—”

The whispered discussions among the outer sect disciples abruptly ceased when Luo Tian spoke.

They were all like ducks suddenly strangled at the neck, unable to utter a sound.

Even Tang Yueran stopped in her tracks, standing like a daffodil frozen in the wind. Her eyes were wide with shock, ears pricked with disbelief. “What did you say?”

Only Zhao Liner remained calm. She had already been surprised once during Luo Tian’s duel with Sun Huangkun, so even though she was impressed, her expression did not change.

Sixth stage?

Wu Lei clenched his fists but dared not say another word. In terms of cultivation alone, Luo Tian now truly deserved to be called “Senior Brother Luo.” Facing both the pressure of status and strength, Wu Lei simply dared not step out again.

Luo Tian strode forward without a word, a deep blue radiance shimmering around him.

Look—this is your Senior Brother Luo!

Feeling a surge of secret delight, Luo Tian walked a few steps before realizing he hadn’t heard any sounds behind him. Looking back, he saw only Zhao Liner wink at him, while the other disciples remained in a daze.

“Junior Sister Tang?”

“Ah—yes, Senior Brother Luo, let’s go!”

Tang Yueran snapped back to herself, nodding instinctively and hurrying after Luo Tian, though her heart was even more tumultuous than before.

As Tang Yueran departed, the outer sect disciples exchanged bewildered glances, until one of them suddenly dashed off after Luo Tian as well.

The rest followed in twos and threes, and soon a large group was trailing behind.

Whether it was real or not, there was no harm in watching, after all.

“Da Zhi, wait for us!”

“Really, Senior Brother Wang, you’re in such high spirits after breaking through the third stage? Even your walk is lighter!”

“Just got down from Shenyang Mountain, now we have to climb Ziyang Mountain again. Even if we’re all Qi Condensation cultivators, this is a bit much! Completing Uncle Liu’s alchemy task was exhausting enough!”

At the front, Wang Dazhi—a boy with thick brows and large eyes—looked rather honest. He laughed heartily and scratched his head in embarrassment. “Uncle Liu’s alchemy task kept me on Shenyang Mountain for almost three months; I was about to go crazy! Now that it’s finally over, I’d be letting myself down if I didn’t run about a bit!”

“If you think alchemy is hard, remember Li Ming and Zhang Mei took on Uncle Chen’s forging task! Assisting Uncle Chen isn’t easy either. If they get let out, I bet they’ll play at the foot of the mountain for days.”

After speaking, Zhao Yang waited for Wang Dazhi—who had already crested the hill—to reply. But when he didn’t see him after a while, suspicions arose. After greeting the others, he hurried forward to catch up.

“Wang Dazhi, are you daydreaming?”

Seeing Wang Dazhi standing dazed ahead, Zhao Yang walked over, dissatisfied, and gave him a gentle punch on the back.

Technically, he should call him senior brother due to rank, but since they had all come up together from the menial labor area, they were close, so Zhao Yang didn’t stand on ceremony.

“Zhao Yang, do you remember Senior Brother Luo?”

Wang Dazhi didn’t even look at him, his gaze following the crowd ahead.

At those words, Zhao Yang sighed lightly and shook his head. “How could I forget? Without Senior Brother Luo, none of us would have made it out of the menial labor area in just over half a year—it would have taken at least a year, and we would have wasted so much more time. I wonder how Senior Brother Luo is doing now…”

“How about we gather everyone and go see Senior Brother Luo? It may not be strictly by the rules, but the outer sect disciples managing the menial labor area are our own, so they probably won’t stop us, nor report us to the sect!”

Zhao Yang grew excited as he spoke.

“Look at them! I just asked someone—apparently a Luo Tian is about to instruct a Tang family disciple, and it’s three hundred contribution points a session…”

Wang Dazhi’s eyes grew a little unfocused. “And that Senior Sister Tang Yueran was happily following along.”

“Haha, what a joke! I’ve heard of Tang Yueran too—she’s a prodigy of the Tang family, she’d never need—”

In the middle of his words, Zhao Yang suddenly seemed to recall something and repeated blankly, “Did you say Luo Tian?”