N-A-A Chapter 17 Would you be willing to join my 31 sects?
Chapter 17 Would you be willing to join my 31 sects?
Zuo Ruotong did not look at Lu Jin again.
His gaze returned to Zhuge Yan, and he stared at him for a long time.
For the first time, a warmth appeared in those eyes, which were as calm as an ancient well, that everyone present could sense.
It's not about scrutiny or observation; it's something more proactive.
Like an appraiser who, after repeatedly examining an object under a lamp, finally confirms its quality, gently puts it back in its place, and looks up into the eyes of the object's owner.
Zuo Ruotong turned to Zhuge Duan.
"Clan Chief Zhuge."
Zhuge Duan put down his wine cup and turned slightly to the side.
"Please speak, Master Zuo."
Zuo Ruotong's voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the main hall could hear it clearly.
"I have come to the Wuhou Sect today to take on a disciple. Yun'er passed the Trial of the Three Ones Sect. She is kind-hearted and has the potential to become a master of the Reverse Life Triple Realm."
"It is a great fortune for the Trinity Sect to accept him."
He paused.
The pause was very short, but Zhuge Duan, sitting opposite him, had already sensed something unusual in it.
Zuo Ruotong, the Great Immortal, has been renowned in the world of supernatural beings for decades and has seen all sorts of things.
His pauses mid-sentence indicate that what he is about to say is not ordinary talk.
"But your son, Zhuge Yan..."
Zuo Ruotong turned her gaze to Zhuge Duan, her expression frank and direct.
"His talent is no less than that of the foolish disciple Lu Jin."
The main hall fell silent.
The people from the Wuhou faction reacted with varying expressions upon hearing these words.
Zhuge Duan frowned slightly, not out of displeasure, but out of anticipation.
He already had a vague idea of what Zuo Ruotong was going to say next.
Zhuge Zhong put the wine cup back on the table, his fingers unconsciously stroking the rim of the cup.
Zhuge Jize raised his head and glanced back and forth between Zuo Ruotong and Zhuge Duan.
"I know that we have already taken Yun'er in today, and it would be improper to take another person from the Wuhou Sect."
Zuo Ruotong's tone was undisguised, as frank as if she were stating something perfectly natural.
"But if I don't speak up for your son today, I'll definitely regret it later."
He stood up, a movement that caused everyone in the main hall to adjust their posture.
Zuo Ruotong wasn't particularly tall, but when he stood up, the center of gravity of the entire main hall seemed to shift slightly towards him.
"Clan Chief Zhuge, I have a favor to ask."
He looked at Zhuge Duan with a sincere gaze.
"Would it be possible for your son, Zhuge Yan, to also become a disciple of my Sanyi Sect?"
When those words were spoken, the main hall was so quiet that the faint sound of melting grease from a burning candle could be heard.
Zhuge Zhao's chopsticks finally fell back onto the table from mid-air with a soft sound.
Zhuge Ming's mouth opened slightly again.
The fact that the Great Immortal of Daying would take the initiative to accept a disciple is itself a significant achievement.
Now, having already accepted Zhuge Yun, Zuo Ruotong is actually willing to lower herself in front of everyone from the Wuhou faction and take the initiative to ask Zhuge Duan for help.
This isn't just polite talk; it's a genuine expression of appreciation for talent.
Zhuge Boyi sat on the side seat, his fingers slowly tracing the rim of his wine glass.
His expression was calm, but those who knew him well would feel that the calm was thicker than usual.
His father knew all too well how many hardships his son, Zhuge Yun, had endured to join the Sanyi Sect.
But now, Zhuge Yan is simply sitting at home, yet he has already attracted the Great Ying Immortal Zuo Ruotong to take him on as a disciple.
He picked up the wine glass in front of him, took a sip, and found the wine had gone cold and tasted somewhat bitter.
Zhuge Yun stood behind his father, his eyelashes lowered. The nine-year-old child had hardly uttered a word since the start of the banquet.
Lu Jin put down the wine glass and rubbed the tip of her nose with the back of her hand.
He looked at Zhuge Yan with bright eyes, filled with undisguised anticipation.
He had completely accepted his opponent after the match just now.
If Zhuge Yan really becomes a disciple of the Sanyi Sect, wouldn't there be plenty of opportunities to compete again in the future?
Just thinking about this made him feel that his trip to Sichuan was worthwhile.
But he held back from speaking. His master was talking to the clan leader Zhuge, and he, as a junior, had no right to interrupt.
Zhuge Duan remained silent for a long time, then stood up and looked Zuo Ruotong in the eye.
"I, Zhuge Duan, thank you on behalf of Yan'er for the Zuo Men Zhang's recognition of my son."
His voice was steady, and he spoke slowly.
"It is Yan'er's good fortune to be noticed by the Left Sect Master, and it is also an honor for our Wuhou Sect."
He turned to Zhuge Yan.
The father and son's eyes met in the candlelight of the main hall.
"But whether or not to join the Trinity School is a choice that should not be made by me, as their father."
Zhuge Duan's voice remained calm and steady.
"He walked his own path. If the Left Sect Master wants to take on a disciple, the person in front of him should be Yan'er himself."
He bowed slightly to Zuo Ruotong, then sat down again, handing the choice entirely over to his son.
Zuo Ruotong nodded.
He understood Zhuge Duan's actions; a young genius who, at only eleven years old, had already mastered all the magic of the four plates of Heaven, Earth, Man, and God.
He should indeed choose the direction of his life himself.
He turned to Zhuge Yan, his gaze calm and gentle, without pressure or urging, simply waiting.
Zhuge Yan stood in the center of the main hall, and instantly all eyes were on him.
He was silent for a long time.
It wasn't hesitation; it was just that I kept thinking about the same thing over and over in my mind.
Three years ago, he opened the Book of Changes under the oil lamp in the west wing and read the sentence, "The Book of Changes is without thought, without action, still and silent, yet it responds to all things and understands the reasons of the world."
That sudden flash of inspiration led him down the path of "mystery".
No one has ever walked this road before; it's unprecedented. As for whether anyone will follow in the future, that's none of his business.
Over the course of three years, every step he took left its mark on this road.
The burning sensation of Qi entering the brain, the near-death experience of bleeding from all seven orifices, the dull thud of nine golden swords hitting the shoulder day after day, and the warm churning in the stomach after eating fifteen bowls of rice.
He is a member of the Wuhou School, not because of his bloodline, but because his path was forged here!
More importantly, he has already established his own path—the path of the sorcerer.
From the moment he first channeled Qi into his brain three years ago and completed the Eight Gates Deduction in just a few breaths, he knew that this was the path he was meant to take.
The Wuhou Qimen Dunjia system comprises four plates representing Heaven, Earth, Man, and God, along with the Eight Trigrams, Nine Palaces, and the principles of Yin and Yang, and their order and reversal.
The underlying principles of this system are deeper than any theory he had encountered in his previous life.
He wants to understand it, not just learn it, but truly comprehend it.
It's like standing at the foot of a mountain, looking up and seeing the peaks appearing and disappearing in the clouds.
He wanted to go up and see where the people before him had stopped, why they had stopped, and whether there was a road further up from where they had stopped.
This is what Zhuge Yan truly wanted!