This Demon Suppression Saint's narcissism is truly unparalleled, can't go three sentences without mentioning he's a handsome guy.

Fang Zhou managed to hold back at first, but as this guy kept going overboard, he couldn't take it anymore and interrupted, "What exactly do you want?"

"Do what?"

The Demon Suppression Saint smiled, "In these circumstances, don't you get it? Hurry and come over to kneel and acknowledge me as your master!"

Fang Zhou turned on his heels and left immediately.

Crazy person, making such a big scene just to recruit him as a disciple, what a waste of time.

Seeing Fang Zhou turn to leave, the Demon Suppression Saint was completely stunned.

He snapped back and instantly flew in front of Fang Zhou to block him, "Hey, what do you mean? Didn't you understand what I said?"

"Yes, I understood."

"Then why are you leaving?"

"Why can't I leave?"

The Demon Suppression Saint pointed at himself, utterly perplexed, "Me, the Demon Suppression Saint, a dignified Earth Immortal, wants to take you as a disciple, and not only are you not ecstatic, you're actually leaving? Is there something wrong with your head?"

Fang Zhou's expression was very calm, "Is being a dignified Earth Immortal impressive?"

Another one of his masters is the Master of the Moon Palace, who knows how much higher he is than this Earth Immortal, and he didn't hesitate to fight him.

The Demon Suppression Saint could sense that Fang Zhou was genuinely calm, his emotions, heartbeat, and gaze all showing his tranquility was not feigned.

Suddenly, the Demon Suppression Saint had a look of existential doubt on his face, "Could it be that I've hidden away for too long, and now the Cultivation World is crawling with Earth Immortals, and ascension is as common as dogs?"

Fang Zhou chuckled, "I think you misunderstand; the Cultivation World now rarely sees anyone at the Divine Soul Realm."

The Demon Suppression Saint was surprised, "Then why do you refuse me?"

As a dignified Earth Immortal looking for a disciple, normally someone should be overjoyed, thinking their ancestors have blessed them, right?

Fang Zhou also realized his demeanor was too calm.

But it's not his fault; his master is already an Immortal, and an Earth Immortal is far from a true Immortal, so there's no need to get excited.

But he couldn't say this outright, so Fang Zhou solemnly said, "One must be self-reliant. I will rely on my own strength to cultivate."

The Demon Suppression Saint nodded in approval, "No wonder I saw you as a potential disciple. It's good that you have such a self-reliant spirit, but with guidance from elders, you can avoid detours. Even a unique talent like me relied on the experiences of predecessors to become an Earth Immortal."

He gently beckoned Fang Zhou, "Come quickly to kneel and become my disciple."

But Fang Zhou curiously asked, "You seem to be in quite a hurry?"

There are plenty eager to be disciples, but those in a rush to take on disciples are rare.

Wait!

Fang Zhou suddenly remembered that his two previous masters, whether it was Ling Xiaoyue or Yan Chixia, were indeed in a hurry to take him as a disciple.

The Demon Suppression Saint was silent for a while before he candidly admitted, "That's right, now I'm nothing more than a wisp of a Divine Soul, with not much time left. I've waited for thousands of years in this city for a promising seed like you; I am indeed in a bit of a hurry."

Fang Zhou was utterly shocked, "Thousands of years? Then there must have been so many people coming to Refining Immortal City, and you still couldn't find a suitable disciple?"

The Demon Suppression Saint sighed, "Of course there were many outstanding talents, but none met my requirements."

Fang Zhou was even more puzzled, "How high are your standards that no one met them for thousands of years?"

Doesn't that make him amazing if he meets the requirements?

The Demon Suppression Saint said seriously, "You might not believe it, but my requirements are actually very simple."

Fang Zhou asked curiously, "What are the requirements?"

The Demon Suppression Saint looked quite miserable, "I only require them to be male."

Fang Zhou: (*￣ー￣)

Damn, it truly is simple!

"Why must they be male?"

"Because my technique can only be cultivated by men; women who practice it will go astray."

The Demon Suppression Saint began to pour his heart out to Fang Zhou, "Do you know how hard it is for me? Over thousands of years, less than a thousand male cultivators have entered Refining Immortal City, and the numbers keep dwindling. Has the Cultivation World outside completely turned into a female sanctuary?"

At first, the Demon Suppression Saint's standards for taking on disciples were very high: they had to be under twenty, in the Golden Core Realm, have a good mindset and a pleasing appearance, be to his liking, and compatible with his techniques.

After a thousand years, the Demon Suppression Saint quietly revised his standards to those under thirty, in the Golden Core Realm, with a good mindset and pleasing appearance.

Another thousand years passed, and the Demon Suppression Saint quietly revised his standards again to those under twenty, in the Innate Realm, with a good mindset and pleasing appearance.

After yet another thousand years of waiting, he revised the standards again: male, in the Innate Realm, with a pleasing appearance.

Now, the Demon Suppression Saint's standards have changed to requiring a male, with a pleasing appearance, and acceptable talent.

After listening to the Demon Suppression Saint's woes, Fang Zhou finally understood why the Demon Suppression Saint looked at him like a starving wolf eyeing fresh meat.

Fang Zhou could be said to meet the Demon Suppression Saint's highest standards: under twenty, in the Golden Core Realm, with a good mindset, a pleasing appearance, to his liking, and compatible with his techniques.

The Demon Suppression Saint felt it was heaven's compensation for his thousands of years of patient waiting, sending such a promising disciple to him when he almost despaired.

Fang Zhou fell into contemplation, while the Demon Suppression Saint eagerly looked at him, fearing he would turn and run.

Feeling quite awkward, Fang Zhou said, "I have no problem acknowledging you as my master, but can we skip the kneeling?"

He's already had two masters, so one more doesn't matter.

The Demon Suppression Saint was immediately thrilled, "No problem, that's just a minor matter. Come over, and I'll impart you Divine Skill."

Fang Zhou slowly approached; while he appeared calm on the outside, he was still a bit wary inside.

Yet the Demon Suppression Saint took hold of Fang Zhou's hand, transmitting the technique to him through empowerment.

Fang Zhou quietly received the technique passed to him by the Demon Suppression Saint.

About half an hour later, the empowerment finished.

The Demon Suppression Saint seemed to have aged nearly ten years, his appearance changing from thirty to over forty, with several crow's feet appearing at the corners of his eyes.

Although there was no kneeling, Fang Zhou still sincerely bowed deeply to the Demon Suppression Saint, "Thank you, Master, for passing on the skill."

The Demon Suppression Saint laughed heartily, his laughter filled with joy and satisfaction.

He even winked at Fang Zhou, mischievously saying, "Once you finish cultivating this Divine Skill, you'll thank me."

This look gave Fang Zhou a feeling of unspeakable mutual understanding between two experienced individuals.

Now that a thousand-year wish had been fulfilled, the Demon Suppression Saint had no further attachments.

"Alright, disciple, my time is running short; let's chat for a while."

The Demon Suppression Saint was very happy, but seeing his aging appearance made Fang Zhou's feelings complicated.

Besides Ling Xiaoyue, his other master Yan Chixia had also passed away quickly after imparting him the technique.

Now it was the Demon Suppression Saint's turn, looking like he wouldn't last much longer. Does this mean Fang Zhou is naturally a bane to masters, learning from them then seeing them die?

If that's the case, then why hasn't it happened to Ling Xiaoyue?

With questions and a keen desire to complain, Fang Zhou began chatting with the Demon Suppression Saint, accompanying him through the last of his thousands of years of waiting.

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