Transcending the Nine Heavens

Wuzhuo City was taken aback and said, "I was just adding... " Seeing Chu Yang's eyes, which seemed like he was about to kill someone, he had no choice but to compromise: "Then you say it, and I'll add."

"Add what the heck! Can you just shut up for a moment?" Chu Yang angrily questioned, "Are you annoying or what?!"

Wuzhuo City glared, muttering a few curses under his breath, and turned his head away.

Chu Yang glared at him for a while, then turned to the crowd: "Ahem... Here's the deal, today, senior Wuzhuo City has taken a liking to my younger sister, Chu Le'er, and wants to accept her as a disciple: this is an immense fortune for my sister. It’s also a fortune for senior Wuzhuo."

Wuzhuo City, feeling quite displeased, dug into his ears and shot Chu Yang a glare.

"This matter has been discussed and agreed upon by both sides; of course, having my sister become a disciple under senior Wuzhuo is a great transformation, and senior Wuzhuo has promised to fully nurture my sister, Chu Le'er: furthermore, he even swore on our ancestors that he would never harm my sister, no matter the time or situation!"

Wuzhuo City widened his eyes, wanting to ask: When did I swear on the ancestors?

But Chu Yang pretended not to see and continued speaking passionately: "Today, everyone here is fortunate to witness this grand event in the Nine Heavens! A generation of unparalleled experts, poison doctor Wuzhuo City, is finally opening a mountain and accepting disciples! And the disciple is my sister, Chu Le'er!"

After finishing, Chu Yang glanced around.

Everyone was shocked by this news, and it took a long time for them to regain their composure.

Wuzhuo City sat there, initially feeling quite pleased by the last few words from Chu Yang, smiling with his eyes half-closed; but after a long time, he felt something was off and frowned in anger: "Why isn’t anyone clapping?"

"Clap clap clap..." Rui Butong hurriedly applauded, cheering loudly: "Great, great, congratulations to Le'er for finding a famous master; congratulations to senior Wuzhuo for gaining a fine disciple."

"Clap clap clap..." Mo Lei Er also quickly joined in the applause; everyone clapped at the same time, and Rui Butong even puckered his lips, letting out a whistle that lingered in the air.

The atmosphere became truly lively.

Feng Yue and the others had already guessed, smiling and clapping.

"Ahem, let's start the apprenticeship ceremony. Please, senior Wuzhuo, take your seat!" Chu Yang said seriously, though he was already close to bursting into laughter inside; he never imagined that someone like Wuzhuo City would care so much about a ceremony.

What he didn't know was that Wuzhuo City came from a great noble family, and the importance of rituals and ceremonies was ingrained deep in his bones. No matter how high his cultivation level or how indifferent his disposition, when it came to something serious that touched the depths of his memory, he would always follow the traditions of the past.

Wuzhuo City cleared his throat, stood up with a serious demeanor, and said, "Alright!" He stepped forward, his expression solemn, with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

There was even a sense of nostalgia.

Perhaps Chu Yang and the others would never understand what Wuzhuo City felt at this moment: because he was reminded of the time when his family was still intact, during ancestor worship: he recalled how, after venturing into the martial arts world, he met his own master who taught him the poison arts.

He thought of the scene of that apprenticeship.

Lost in thought, Wuzhuo City suddenly felt as if time was reversing, and he couldn't help but feel a slight bitterness in his heart: remembering a phrase his master once said: "In our school, if cultivated to the extreme, we can traverse the Nine Heavens Pavilion, slaying immortals and demons with a mere wave of our hand! It's just a pity that with our qualifications as master and disciple, we can't reach that level. We can only cultivate the poison codex of the world!"