"This."
Mo Xiaofan was in a bit of a dilemma. The Righteous Pavilion that Ling Feng mentioned was undeniably very appealing to him. After entering the mortal world, he had seen too many things, and he knew that people could sometimes be a hundred or even a thousand times more terrifying than demons.
When he was catching demons with his fellow disciples, he saw them attacking demon villages, burning, killing, and looting, capturing female demons to send to the Celestial Immortals Academy, and slaughtering male demons for their inner cores.
Especially many of the demon villages where they ate vegetables and fruits they grew themselves, and had never harmed anyone.
They even had dealings with nearby human villages, and when they arrived, those villagers had pleaded for the demons.
But the people from their sect showed no mercy. The demons were either killed or captured. As for the human villagers who pleaded, they were all killed on the grounds of harboring demons and being human traitors.
Looking at the little demon girls with their bodies full of scars, thrown into iron cages, and the villages where blood flowed like rivers.
Mo Xiaofan felt a pang of pain in his heart. He had once doubted whether what he was doing was right.
And when it completely erupted, it was when his fox demon friend was ruthlessly taken away.
But betraying his sect, joining another sect, and becoming someone else's disciple was considered an act of parricide among humans. This was also why he was in a dilemma.
If he hadn't joined a sect, he would have agreed without hesitation. As for returning to the sect to declare his withdrawal, the success rate was less than fifty percent. Especially if the matter of the pock-marked Taoist priest was discovered, returning would be no different from a lamb entering a tiger's den.
Mo Xiaofan lowered his head and thought for a while, clenched his fist, raised his head again to look directly at Ling Feng, and said with determination, "I've made up my mind. I'll join. I'm willing to become your disciple. I want to become stronger."
Ling Feng looked at Mo Xiaofan. Mo Xiaofan's expression was very serious, his gaze firm, as if he had already made up his mind.
"Good. Today, you are the first disciple of the Righteous Pavilion, and also my first disciple, Ling Feng!" Ling Feng nodded.
Inner thoughts: I didn't expect to have taken a disciple so soon. His age might not be much different from mine. This is really, really too absurd!
"Master above, your disciple bows."
Mo Xiaofan naturally knew that a disciple ceremony was incomplete without a disciple's bow.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for accepting your first disciple. Reward: Ten Wish Points, Four-star Azure Origin Sword.]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for establishing your first sect. Reward: Ten Wish Points, Ten Sect Tokens.]
"Holy crap, these rewards are really generous," Ling Feng thought to himself, but there was not much change on his face.
"Good, what's your name?"
"Your disciple's name is Mo Xiaofan."
"Good. From now on, I'll call you Xiaofan, but you can't call me Master. I'm not much older than you. From now on, you'll call me Honored Master. It sounds a bit younger."
Ling Feng couldn't stand being called Master by someone around his age. The title Honored Master sounded better.
"Yes, Honored Master."
Mo Xiaofan clasped his fists slightly, a gesture of respect for a master in ancient times.
"Don't go for all that fancy stuff. Just be normal. I don't care much about rituals."
Ling Feng shook his head. He was a transmigrator from modern times. Although rituals were traditional, he found them uncomfortable.
As he spoke, he took out the manual for the "Azure Origin Sword Art" from his system space and handed it to Mo Xiaofan.
"Here, the Taoist magic in this manual is called the Azure Origin Sword Art. How many levels you can cultivate depends on you."
"Taoist magic!"
Mo Xiaofan looked at the manual in front of him, his eyes filled with surprise. This was Taoist magic, and Ling Feng was giving it to him just like that. Logically, shouldn't there be a period of observation?
Mo Xiaofan didn't take it immediately but looked at Ling Feng.
"Honored Master, you're giving me Taoist magic right away. Isn't that a bit..."
"Take it if I give it to you. If I don't trust you, I wouldn't give it to you. You've managed to hold yourself back in the face of temptation, which is already very good. And take this Azure Origin Sword. It can only unleash its true power when used with the Azure Origin Sword Art."
"This token is called a Sect Token. You'll know its use later."
Ling Feng naturally knew what Mo Xiaofan was thinking. He grabbed Mo Xiaofan's hand, pressed the Azure Origin Sword Art into his palm, and then took out the Azure Origin Sword and a Sect Token, handing them to him. As for observation, it was too troublesome.
Although the Azure Origin Sword was a four-star weapon, Ling Feng possessed the four-star "Xiangli Longyin" and the five-star divine weapon "Blade of the War God." He wasn't very fond of this Azure Origin Sword.
Moreover, although he liked swords, a double-edged sword didn't suit him. Xiangli Longyin, though a sword tip, was single-edged and belonged to the Tang knife category. Ling Feng found it easier to use this type.
Besides Tang knives, he also found spears, halberds, and the like to be more comfortable to use than swords.
After handing the items to Mo Xiaofan, he didn't care about Mo Xiaofan's expression and turned around潇洒 to walk to the corpse of the pock-marked Taoist priest and picked up the "Rage Thunder Talisman" that the pock-marked Taoist priest had intended to use before his death.
"Rage Thunder Talisman. Judging by the name, it should be very powerful. Keep it."
Ling Feng smiled and threw the Rage Thunder Talisman into his system space, then began his happy looting.
"Is this a storage bag? Let me see what good stuff is inside."
"Dao Sword? Useless, trash, only one star. I'll melt it down when I have time."
"Fireball Talisman, Explosion Talisman, Wind Walk Talisman, all good stuff, hehe, I'll take them all. (º﹃º)"
On the side, Tu Shan Hong Hong and Tu Shan Rong Rong watched Ling Feng squatting next to a corpse, his hands rummaging through the body, occasionally letting out lewd laughs, and goosebumps appeared all over them.
"Sister, do you think Brother Ling Feng has any special preferences?" Tu Shan Rong Rong whispered.
"Maybe, probably," Tu Shan Hong Hong replied uncertainly, adding in a low voice, "But he's quite good in other aspects."
Ling Feng, of course, didn't hear Tu Shan Hong Hong's whispered conversation. He was happily collecting supplies.
However, the pock-marked Taoist priest had already used up most of his talismans in his attempt to capture Tu Shan Hong Hong and the others, and he had almost depleted them fighting Ling Feng.
Ling Feng had completely stripped the storage bag clean, only managing to find ten low-grade Fireball Talismans, one low-grade Wind Walk Talisman, and a few low-grade Explosion Talismans. There were only two mid-grade Fireball Talismans and one mid-grade Diamond Talisman left, which was very meager.
Besides talismans, there were blank talisman papers, brushes, and ink. Anyway, all sorts of miscellaneous items were thrown into the system space by Ling Feng.
As for the storage bag, it wasn't of much use to Ling Feng. In front of the system space, let alone a storage bag, even a spatial ring was inferior to the system space.
"Xiaofan, I'll give you this storage bag. Use it for now, and I'll get you a better one later."
Therefore, he directly threw the storage bag to Mo Xiaofan. He happened to need one for storing things.
Ling Feng had originally planned to strip off the Taoist robe from the pock-marked Taoist priest, but he thought that stripping off a dead person's clothes was a bit too immoral, so Ling Feng couldn't be bothered to do it.
Incidentally, he tried using a talisman for the first time, using a Fireball Talisman to incinerate the pock-marked Taoist priest's entire body into ashes, in short: destroying the evidence!