Extreme Almightiest Young Master

Chapter 984 - 983 Cultivator...

The three elders, along with Lin Feng’s senior martial brothers and sisters, all stood up when they saw the figure in the white robe appear in the sky. In that moment, they recognized the man in the white robe, and their hearts surged with uncontrollable excitement; tears of emotion streamed down their faces, their mouths agape, but they were so overwhelmed they couldn’t utter a single word. After so many years, they finallly saw the person whom they had longed for day and night...

The Old Monster and Nangong He exchanged glances, finding surprise in each other’s eyes. Lin Feng had already brought them too many surprises, and they hadn’t expected the sudden appearance of these two old men, especially since the contrast of one dressed in black and the other in white had materialized from nowhere, even unbeknownst to them. This suggested that the abilities of these two elderly men were not to be underestimated.

They couldn’t imagine that in this world, aside from Lin Feng, there could be others capable of such inconceivable feats. But at that moment, a sudden realization shook them—they thought that these two old men must be related to Lin Feng, or else they wouldn’t have appeared here. Perhaps...perhaps one of these two old men was Lin Feng’s master!

This thought calmed their minds. Lin Feng had already reached such an astonishing level of power, so the prowess of his master didn’t even need contemplation. With Lin Feng’s master here, everything would no longer be a problem...

"This time you were lucky; your disciple has become a Cultivator. This round is lost by my lineage, but we’ll compete again after thirty years," the man in the black robe coldly said to Lin Feng’s master, his voice as usual devoid of any emotion, filled only with a chilling coldness.

"It’s not about luck; it’s your path that is too narrow. The result will be the same in thirty years," Lin Feng’s master replied with a smile, extremely satisfied with the current outcome. Lin Feng had surpassed his expectations by far. He thought that it would take more time for Lin Feng to fully comprehend, but Lin Feng had truly given him a great surprise.

"Master... Master, help... help me kill Lin Feng..." Li Zerui, seeing the appearance of the man in the black robe, was instantly filled with hope. Thinking that the only person capable of killing Lin Feng now was this black-robed man, Li Zerui summoned all his strength, propped himself up, and shouted with all his might. He hoped the black-robed man would help him avenge the annihilation of his family. As long as Lin Feng died, he could even rest happily as a ghost.

"Useless, you call yourself my disciple after I killed your entire family, yet this is all you amount to," the black-robed man glanced coldly at the miserable Li Zerui below and said dismissively. He had completely given up on Li Zerui, who, despite so much effort, still hadn’t achieved the target he had set, so Li Zerui no longer had the right to call him master, that was all.

"What! It was you, you killed my family, why... why would you do this, why..."

Upon hearing the black-robed man’s words, Li Zerui was driven mad. He even forgot his injuries and scrambled to his feet, screaming in horror and anger at the black-robed man above. The thought that thousands of his family members had died at the hands of this man was something he could not accept.

In his wildest dreams, he had not imagined that his entire family were killed by this black-robed man—that was something he had never considered before. He had always thought that everything had been done by Lin Feng, and it was to seek revenge against Lin Feng that he had endured so much pain, just to confront Lin Feng in a final battle. But it turned out that wasn’t the case at all. It wasn’t Lin Feng who killed his family; it was the black-robed man!

Looking at the black-robed man in the sky, Li Zerui’s eyes were nearly bulging out. He had always thought that the black-robed man was his master and would treat him well; otherwise, why would the man have saved him and allowed him to cultivate the Nine Nether Breaking Sky Art? He never imagined that his seemingly kind master was actually the murderer of his entire family, and he had stayed with the black-robed man for so long without a clue, blindly obeying him, even coming to Tianhai to fight to the death with Lin Feng, under the misconception that it was Lin Feng who had killed his family...

Everything was arranged by the black-robed man, who saw him as nothing more than a toy. In other words, the black-robed man had never truly considered him a real disciple, but had always been using him. Realizing all this, Li Zerui suddenly felt all his strength drain away. He truly regretted that if he had not agreed to leave with the black-robed man in the past, then his family, all thousands of them, would not have died such tragic deaths!

But... but now it was all too late. Li Zerui’s eyes were filled with despair. He couldn’t even defeat Lin Feng, let alone hope to prevail against the black-robed man—it was completely out of the question. Besides, he was now only half alive; it was even more improbable. Even if he were completely unharmed, Li Zerui didn’t believe that he could withstand a single blow from the black-robed man, for the gap in strength was simply too immense. He didn’t even have a chance to fight desperately...

"Waste, killed means killed; I don’t need to explain anything to you. Since you lost to Lin Feng, you don’t deserve to live anymore." The black-robed man wasn’t even slightly interested in Li Zerui anymore. In his view, Li Zerui had lost all value, and such a person didn’t deserve to exist. Having said this, the black-robed man flicked his hand towards Li Zerui and then abruptly vanished.

At the moment when the black-robed elder waved his hand, Li Zerui was pierced by countless tough ice shards and instantly lost his life, with fresh red blood even flowing on the ice...

"Now can you tell me who you really are?" Lin Feng spoke after seeing the black-robed elder kill Li Zerui and then disappear. This question had been bothering him for a long time. He truly wanted to know who his master was and had many other questions that he wanted to ask his master thoroughly.

"Good disciple, who I am, I truly do not remember anymore. After all, it would be a real spook if a person who has lived for hundreds of years could still remember who they are." Lin Feng’s master smiled as he heard Lin Feng’s words. He was telling the truth. It had been centuries, and he had indeed forgotten who he truly was. It was an unavoidable situation, and he had not hidden this from Lin Feng.

"What did the black-robed elder mean just now, when he said that ’this lineage has lost’?" Lin Feng continued to inquire. He could clearly feel that the black-robed elder and his master were the same kind of people. He really wanted to know what was going on and what the black-robed elder truly meant.

"Disciple, the black old man and I on Earth are here just for the sake of passing down the heritage; ours is not a relationship where it’s a matter of life and death. The two of us are simply looking for someone to pass on the heritage. Thirty years make one Samsara, and it has been a long time since we found someone suitable, until you came along."

The old man responded with a calm smile upon hearing Lin Feng’s words, delighted in his heart watching the growth of Lin Feng, which had indeed exceeded his expectations. His disciple had now entered the same realm as him, something unprecedented. In his own years, he had become a cultivator only after turning forty, but here was his disciple, barely in his early twenties, already a cultivator. That made him immensely proud.

"Disciple, do you now understand what I have taught you?"

The old man, with a face full of smiles, asked Lin Feng. Looking at Lin Feng, the old man increasingly felt how wonderful this disciple was, thinking about it filled his heart with happiness. He had never actually left Lin Feng’s side; he had seen every step of Lin Feng’s progress. Seeing the progress Lin Feng had made today, he, as a master, truly felt it coincidental and this thought made the old man even happier, which is why he couldn’t help asking Lin Feng such a question—he wanted his valued disciple to understand what it all meant.

"I understand now. I have seen a completely new path."

Lin Feng answered the old man lightly; it was exactly what Lin Feng thought. Recalling the past, and reflecting on his discussions with many experts, Lin Feng had been confused as to why the path of cultivation he followed was different from others. It was only during his recent epiphany that he realized this path of cultivation was the right one. His master’s guidance in cultivation methods had led him into an entirely new world. From this aspect, he was truly grateful to his humble master—without him, he would not have everything he has now.

So, his statement was heartfelt. He was genuinely grateful to his humble master for giving him his current strength, which far surpassed that of a typical cultivator...

"This is not a completely new path, but one that has existed since ancient times, a path trodden by ancient sages such as Laozi, Sakyamuni, and others. By reaching this realm today, you are no longer merely a cultivator or a member of the Cultivation World but have entered the same Cultivator Realm as your master. In the Cultivator Realm, we are all called cultivators, and we too are in search of heritage. I waited hundreds of years until I met you. Seeing you today finally inheriting my mantle makes me very happy."

"Disciple, did you know? From the moment you were born, I saw you and felt you were very fated, and your life pattern was tenacious and highly suited for my path of cultivation. That’s why I had been planning to take you as my disciple since then. In fact, you are really my only disciple. Before you, many others had not survived from the island. You survived and have reached this point today. As your master, I am genuinely delighted. In fact, this proves that taking you as my disciple was the most correct decision I’ve ever made."

The old man countered what Lin Feng had said, revealing the most truthful side of the story. He truly wanted his disciple to understand everything and correct his disciple’s mistaken views. This path of cultivation was indeed not a new path; those ancient sages had all walked this path, and it is precisely by walking this path that the latter generations of cultivators existed.

Finding a suitable disciple was truly difficult. Looking at Lin Feng, the old man felt extremely proud. Hence, the old man did not hesitate to share the process of taking Lin Feng as his disciple. The more he looked at Lin Feng, the more satisfied he felt in his heart. Entering the world of cultivators at such a young age, just over twenty, was absolutely unprecedented in the Cultivator World. Having such a disciple made his face beam with glory.