Chapter 683 - 322: Leaving This Room (2)

"It’s thanks to Master’s excellent teaching."

Chen Fan spoke sincerely, without any flattery.

"Of course, unless you think it’s because you’re naturally talented?" Elder White raised an eyebrow, "When I took you as a disciple, you were almost thirty and still a bookworm getting kicked out of bookstores."

Recalling those regretful past events, Chen Fan could only awkwardly raise his hand in agreement.

"You have already reached the Void Realm; you are someone of note across the Five Continents. By rights, I should have let you go long ago. But I’m worried, you are obedient to me, still as honest as when you were thirty, so wouldn’t I be harming you by sending you away?"

"What Master says is true. Chen Fan is willing to serve Master for a lifetime."

Chen Fan kneeled on one knee to show his loyalty.

He was not interested in the outside world; to follow a respected elder and delve into the path he loves in a place he calls his own was all he wished for.

"Get lost, you boy. Your fellow disciples have all become teachers elsewhere, yet you still want to cling to me for a lifetime? Have you no shame?" Elder White glared, not very kindly, "The five-hundred-year mark is approaching, what will you do when I die?"

Chen Fan was speechless with this peculiar old man. Although Celestial Skill Peak had many disciples, unlike him, they were always coming and going, so their bond couldn’t compare.

"Why talk about five hundred years? When you break through to Celestial Awakening, everything will be fine; haven’t you already found a backup plan? That fellow disciple, You Su, he’ll definitely get you the Celestial Awakening Spiritual Light." Although Chen Fan rarely left the peak, he still knew You Su.

"Seems like you really do plan to cling to me for life." Elder White shook his head in a rueful sigh.

Chen Fan chuckled and scratched his head sheepishly:

"Celestial Skill Peak has beautiful scenery and benefits, it’s perfect for cultivation. Half of the world’s Skills are recorded here; of course, I want to stay on Celestial Skill Peak for life. Master, please don’t send me away."

Elder White laughed in exasperation: "So you’re not clinging to me, but to the Celestial Skill Peak behind me. Have you ever thought that if you become the Peak Master, no one can make you leave Celestial Skill Peak?"

All along with a compensating smile, Chen Fan suddenly froze at these words, his smile congealing.

Having followed Elder White for over two hundred years, this was the first time he had heard the words ’you be the Peak Master.’

This was an outcome he had never envisioned, because in his heart, only this old man deserved to be the Peak Master, and also because he never thought this old man would actually have a day of passing.

"Master, don’t try to trick me, I’m not the naive kid you once scared. Celestial Skill Peak is named after your esteemed title, no one else is worthy. Besides, the position is arduous and taxing, I don’t have the ambition. You should just wait patiently for You Su to bring the Spiritual Light for you, then break through Celestial Awakening and continue to lead our Celestial Skill Peak to prosperity." Chen Fan coaxed kindly.

"Do you really think I don’t know about those strange Skills you’ve secretly created?" Elder White squinted and sighed, "You heed my words because you are smarter than them, you know that what I teach is right, so you are honest. But you also aren’t entirely honest, because none of your mischievous fellow disciples dare to explore the areas you secretly delve into."

Chen Fan’s eyes widened, his expression astounded—he never expected his research to have been seen by the old man.

"I..."

"Didn’t you just say you wouldn’t be scared by me anymore? Why are you stuttering?" Elder White glanced mischievously at Chen Fan, his smile playfully teasing.

Chen Fan was completely at a loss, "Since you knew, why didn’t you stop me?"

"Why stop you? The path of the Skill brought by the Immortal Ancestor five thousand years ago has long been stagnant. Without someone like you to shake things up, how can we break through the shackles?"

"I haven’t achieved anything so grand..."

Elder White cast a sneering look, "You sure know how to praise yourself."

Seeing he was exposed, Chen Fan didn’t bother pretending any longer, "These Skills all seem the same after learning them repeatedly, it’s not interesting. It’s just a small hobby of mine, all my years of research are at Celestial Skill Peak, so Master, please don’t expel me from the discipleship."

"Sigh... worrying about you is futile." Elder White shook his head in resignation, then turned his gaze to the sea, murmuring softly, "After I’m gone, you will be the next Peak Master of Celestial Skill Peak. But the name of Celestial Skill Peak can’t be changed to yours, not because I look down on you, but because your title is too unflattering and doesn’t befit the name of the premier Skill Peak."

Chen Fan’s mouth twitched, but there was nothing he could do. His title was the Humble Skill Venerable; changing Celestial Skill Peak to Humble Skill Peak really was a downgrade.

"As a disciple, I conceal my capabilities, not showing off my sharpness. How else could I quietly do what I enjoy?"

"Say whatever you like. I’ll definitely die before you. How history is written is up to you," Elder White caressed his beard and sighed longingly, "Just leave some dignity for me."

"Master... do you really have to go find him? He is a True Immortal, after all... do you really think something’s wrong with him? At least wait for You Su to bring you the Celestial Awakening Spiritual Light before taking action."

Chen Fan was not a fool. In this world, only the True Immortal Zhengyang could make his master consider death. He dared not even utter the man’s title at this moment. Despite knowing there was a Sound Insulation Skill set by his master around, he was still worried it couldn’t escape the ears of someone in the Celestial Awakening Realm.

"You got one thing wrong."

Suddenly, Elder White turned his head to look at his beloved disciple, his eyes as vast as the ocean in front of them, as the swirling sea winds tossed his robes about.