Immortal In the Front Chapter 2

The man was called Lucas Zhang, one of Victor Luo's errand disciples. He was handsome, but he was just a beginner cultivator, not yet in the initiation stage, not even a spiritualist.

Spiritual masters of the third level and above can accept apprentices or menial disciples.

The Qingshan Sect will open its doors to recruit new members every five years. Talented people will start as outer disciples when they join the sect. There is also a shortcut, which is to be spotted by a third-level spiritual master and chosen as a menial disciple or directly accepted as an apprentice. This way, one will be close to the spiritual master and lucky enough to get his favor. It is always better to have someone's guidance than to grope for knowledge on one's own.

In comparison, Nolan Rong was lucky, at least in the eyes of others, such as Victor Luo. Nolan Rong was brought back by the head of Qingshan Sect, Leonard Ye, and became a third-generation disciple. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long, and his cultivation stopped. Headmaster Ye had high hopes for him at the beginning, but later he just ignored him.

He has no relatives or friends here, and he got in through the backdoor, so his status as a third-generation disciple is very embarrassing. He used to try hard to please the headmaster, but now... haha.

"What do you want me to do?" Nolan Rong remained motionless.

"Why are you asking so many questions? Senior Brother Luo came here just now and didn't find you. If you don't go, it will be bad if you anger Senior Brother Victor Luo." Lucas Zhang urged.

Nolan Rong's pupils shrank slightly. No one could enter the room casually, and they could rummage through things at will. If they saw treasures or elixirs, they could take them at will. As long as they said some nice words afterwards, Nolan Rong would be soft-hearted and there would be no point in begging. Anyway, the things were gone and there was no point in pursuing the matter further.

Over and over again, people develop a habit!

Since it was Victor Luo, it wasn't too serious. This guy was different from Ethan Ye. He was just greedy for small gains. He was dissatisfied with Nolan Rong and always found fault everywhere. He didn't use his brain when doing things. Otherwise, if he really found out something, he would have come to stop him in person instead of sending a little disciple to show off his power.

Victor Luo accepted quite a few menial disciples, and some of the younger disciples had no idea of   their proper conduct and in order to please Victor Luo, they did not have a good attitude towards Nolan Rong.

For example, according to seniority, Victor Luo, who is a third-level spiritualist, has to call Nolan Rong "senior brother", but this young disciple who has not yet reached the spiritualist level dares to call him by his name.

"What did you call me just now?" Nolan Rong asked without any hurry.

"Rong..." Lucas Zhang just opened his mouth when he suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body, his vision blurred, and the back of his head was hit hard. The pain was so severe that he almost fainted on the spot.

He didn't even see how the man opposite him attacked him. His throat was grabbed and he was lifted up. His feet were off the ground and the back of his head hit the wall with a bang. His head was splitting with pain.

Lucas Zhang's face turned purple, veins popped out on his hands as he tried to pry open the hands that were tightly clasping his neck. His eyes focused and suddenly met a pair of cold eyes. It was like being stared at by a poisonous snake or a monster. Lucas Zhang was so scared that he trembled and finally couldn't help begging for mercy.

"I won't dare to do it again. Please spare my life! Senior Brother Rong, please spare my life. I won't dare to do it again!"

It was because this person was so easy to talk to and so submissive that he forgot that Nolan Rong was still a spiritualist at best! How could a beginner cultivator beat a spiritualist, not to mention a second-level spiritualist, whose arm strength and speed were far beyond Lucas Zhang's reach.

"Don't call me Senior Brother, I don't know you well." Nolan Rong let go of his hand, and Lucas Zhang collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down his face, panting in embarrassment. Nolan Rong took a step forward, and he even subconsciously shrank into the corner, trembling all over, nodding desperately.

"Yes, yes! I understand. I will leave immediately! You are not in the room. I came here in vain and did not see anyone..."

The look in his eyes just now was too scary, completely different from the scary feeling when Victor Luo was angry. Lucas Zhang couldn't explain it, and he had no strength to resist at all. The inner sect couldn't kill each other, but it really felt like he had died once just now. He just wanted to leave quickly. This was different from the usual Nolan Rong.

"No need, take me to find Victor Luo." Nolan Rong said.

Lucas Zhang's legs were so weak from fear, but his face was no longer gentle. He didn't dare to look Nolan Rong in the eye. After a while, he realized what he had said. He quickly got up and patted the dust off his body. He bent over to lead the way, and almost fell down when he passed the threshold.

"Please...please follow me!"

The frightened little disciple acted like a servile thief, blocking branches and leaves to clear the path for Nolan Rong all the way. When they arrived at the place, they hid themselves very low and dared not make a sound.

There are several huge rocks standing on the open space beside the forest. They are indestructible and have strong recoil force. It is good enough not to be injured by the rocks. Disciples often practice boxing here, but after many years, not many marks are left here.

The sound of hitting the stone body came from afar, passing through the rubble. Victor Luo was tall and strong, and he punched hard, leaving a small dent on the dark stone body, and the marks of his fist could be vaguely seen. The young disciples gathered there exclaimed in amazement and admiration.

Victor Luo had a smug look on his face. When he saw Nolan Rong coming over, he picked up the cup and took a big gulp in front of him, then raised his chin at Nolan Rong provocatively, using his black porcelain cup.

And what is in the cup is naturally the spiritual spring.

"Only the third generation of disciples could leave a fist mark on this stone after reaching the third level of spiritual master. Nolan Rong, you can't convince others if you can't do it. Why don't you understand? Until now, you don't even have a janitor. Even if you break through to the second level of spiritual master, you are still nothing."

Looking closely, the dark stone surface is not smooth, and there are several rows of deep and shallow marks. The largest fist mark is as big as an adult's head! This is from Ethan Ye's hand. There are three marks for each of the third, fourth, and fifth level spiritualists, which are generally more than twice as large as the fist marks of others. In other words, even at the same level, Ethan Ye is far better than others. His talent is rare in a century.

Nolan Rong touched the stone body, his eyes lingering on the three marks, and after a while he returned to Victor Luo's face: "You are so sure that I can't do it."

Victor Luo sneered disdainfully: "It will take another ten or twenty years to break through to the third level? It will be a disgrace to Qingshan Sect."

"Don't worry about it. I'm planning to hire a disciple to watch over the door, to prevent some ignorant dogs from stealing things when no one is in the house."

This was not the first time that Nolan Rong had spoken in this tone. Did he hear the sentence on the stage last time correctly? Victor Luo almost flew into a rage. The spiritual spring in his hand was taken from Nolan Rong's room. He could not lose his temper in front of so many disciples, so he had to hold it in, smiling.

"You plan to recruit disciples, with your own strength? In half a year, the mountain gate will be opened to recruit new disciples. Do you still want to break through to the third level within half a year? It's unrealistic, could it be..."

Victor Luo's eyelids jumped, and then he turned the porcelain cup upside down and laughed out loud: "You worked so hard to accumulate such a large cup of spiritual dew in order to practice and break through? It must have been stored for a long time, and the spiritual energy is thin and not fresh. I thought it was water and drank it. No wonder I felt that the bottleneck was loose. I'm so embarrassed."

Spirit dew? The surrounding disciples gasped.

It is a place of beautiful scenery with green mountains. When the sun rises, purple air comes from the east. The dewdrops in the early morning are indeed spiritual. It takes a lot of effort to get up early and collect them drop by drop to fill a cup.

"What is the dew?"

Nolan Rong stared at the chipped black porcelain cup, and then he realized that he was talking about the spiritual spring. He pretended to be surprised and said, "This horse urine was prescribed by the old doctor down the mountain to treat the lame rooster's foot rot. Did you drink it?"

Many people were stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then they burst into laughter, unable to stop.

"Shut up!" Victor Luo's face froze: "Stop pretending."

"Water with spiritual energy should be stored in jade bottles." Nolan Rong said.

"That's right, who would use a cup with a broken mouth to carry such a precious thing?" a disciple whispered.

With a bang, the black porcelain cup fell to the ground and broke into two pieces. Victor Luo's face turned pale, and all the disciples were immediately silent.

"Let's go!" Victor Luo was humiliated and obviously didn't want to stay any longer. He snorted coldly and left.

Nolan Rong regained his composure and turned his head to look at the black stone. It was covered with dents of various sizes, with marks of fists, palms, nails and even swords. Among them, the fist mark of Ethan Ye, a fifth-level spiritualist, was more than three inches deep, which no one could reach.

This stone fist mark is quite interesting. Nolan Rong raised his hand and followed the mark. He planned to try it later.

Many disciples frowned and lowered their heads to whisper. Nolan Rong, the third-generation disciple of Qingshan Sect, had always been gentle and polite, and spoke gently, but now he suddenly became so unkind, and unexpectedly he even had a bit of humor.

"From now on, no one can enter my yard without my permission. Whoever dares to break in will not be let off. If you don't believe me, you can try it." Nolan Rong's voice was cold and murderous.

The aura was released in an instant, and the faces of the young disciples turned pale. They did not feel relieved until the person went away. They looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what was going on.

In this life, Nolan Rong would rather be isolated from the world. Rather than being approached, he would rather be feared by everyone. He got goose bumps when he heard people praising him for being kind and good. He had to be strong enough so that he didn't have to submit to anyone in this life. He only believed in himself.

Nolan Rong died unjustly in his previous life.

Before the Immortal Saint Emperor broke into the sect to claim the treasure, he swore that he had never even heard of the name of the Nirvana Sacred Law. He knew nothing about the ancient Rong clan that possessed this treasure.

In order to clear himself of the issue, the sect pushed all the accusations onto the only remaining descendant of the surname Rong, and expelled him from the sect. After Nolan Rong left, he was isolated and hunted down everywhere, and everyone in the world was his enemy. They all said that he was holding a treasure, and they chased him all the way, and finally he was sealed in the Soul Locking Tower.

After three thousand years of soul refining, no blood or bones are left.

Everyone wants the Heaven-Defying Law, but the funny thing is that he doesn't have it at all!

It was unclear what happened to the ancient Rong clan. It was understandable that he was framed by villains for not getting the secret treasure, but it was the Shangqing Immortal Sect who took advantage of his misfortune and put him to death.

He worked so hard for the sect, but ended up like this.

As the saying goes, it is better to kill ten thousand people by mistake than to let one person go. Back then, more than a hundred thousand people died. It was a pity that he was the only one who had the honor to witness the ancient heavenly punishment soul-locking tower. His life's achievements were completely wiped out by his unfounded greed. He became notorious and died the most miserable death.

......

Nolan Rong was in a state of confusion. He hid himself and avoided the disciples guarding the mountain. On the way to his ancestral land, he thought of someone and his mood gradually calmed down. He slowly exhaled.

It wasn't just a casual remark before, he really had the idea of   taking in a disciple.

In his previous life, he was a saint, and he reached the saint level. He died and was reborn at the age of 21. Although his Taoist cultivation was drained, his experience and knowledge were still there. The highest-level leader of the entire Qingshan Sect was said to be only a fifth-level spiritual master, three levels lower than the saint. In terms of character alone, the difference was huge, so he was lucky to be a teacher to that person.

Half a year later, the mountain gate will be opened to recruit new disciples. Both inner and outer disciples will be present, and you will definitely meet Trevor Ye at that time.