Chapter 4: The Fire Crow

Child, Grandpa has a few words to say to you The old man suddenly spoke with seriousness

This ... ... is ?

"Why isn't it Old Man's flamingo?" The old man pounded his chest in frustration

Flamingo? Even the phoenix would not dare to say such a thing

Each person's thoughts may turn a thousand times, yet it is merely a matter of a moment.

As he watched Zhang Fan's Dharma appearance about to take shape, it was certain that he would become his first junior disciple. Zhuo Hao's gaze towards him became noticeably more affectionate, no longer the previous aloofness.

Alright. Han Hao stood up and said: "Fan'er, since you are of the Fire attribute, it is destined that you will join my Fire lineage. Now I ask you once more, are you willing to join my sect?"

Child, do not frighten your grandfather

You will see it

Han Hao accepted it calmly, then instructed: "Zhuo Hao, you go and arrange for the junior brother, and by the way, prepare a case for the sect master. Fan Er, remember, once you enter the mountain gate, you step onto the path of immortality. This road is arduous, do not take it lightly."

Zhang Fan got up in silence and couldn't help but ask, "What do you say my dharma form is? I didn't hear clearly"

"Brother Zhang, I will first go help Junior Brother with some arrangements and prepare a case for the Sect Master, so I won't disturb you any further," Zhuo Hao said understandingly, then took out his conical magical tool and left.

The latter half of the sentence in the picture book was directed at Zhang Fan, with an unprecedentedly serious attitude

Zhang Fan, who had been completely still, suddenly began to tremble violently. A significant amount of sweat rapidly emerged, visibly forming a faint mist around him before it could even fall, evaporating in the high temperature.

"The waste of the Zhang family." He had long since lost count of how many times he had heard such cold words.

Fire Crow! Zhuo Hao, with a hint of regret

At this moment, it was not appropriate to ask too many questions, so Zhang Fan could only suppress his doubts and walk outside the hall with Zhuo Hao and his grandfather

After an indeterminate amount of time, Zhang Fan gradually attained a glimmer of understanding

There was no need for further consideration; upon hearing this, Zhang Fan immediately performed the traditional three kneelings and three kowtows to pay his respects as a disciple.

The tone, however, is unprecedentedly firm

Zhang Fan has no time to pay attention to everything outside.

Rest assured, Grandpa

It is fortunate that it belongs to the fire element. Han Hao, how comforting that is

He looked in disbelief at his grandson, shrouded in mist, and then turned to Han Hao. Only when Han Hao smiled and nodded did he confirm that it was not a figment of his imagination. He was immediately overwhelmed with joy; had he not feared disturbing Zhang Fan, he would have danced with excitement to express his feelings.

A mere separation of a door evokes a profound sense of two contrasting worlds. The sun shines brightly, and the birds sing amidst the fragrant flowers. Zhang mhetushu .com .com could not help but take a deep breath, feeling so refreshed that he almost let out a moan of pleasure

The midday sun shone directly on his face, casting a dazzling golden light that blurred his expression

Zhuo Hao stood behind Han Hao, witnessing the usually aloof master displaying multiple emotional fluctuations today, which made him feel envious of the bond between the brothers.

Well, you may go down now. I still need to wait here for all of your masters and uncles to select disciples together said Han Hao with a satisfied nod

"Senior brother, what’s wrong?" Zhang Fan asked curiously

The old man jumped up directly, shouting in his heart: "I knew it, I knew that not all members of the Zhang family could be useless, not useless..."

Some are fiery, some are icy, some are gentle, some are violent, some are bloodthirsty, some are frenzied

Zhang Fan was involuntarily pulled closer to a certain star, and with just a slight contact, he was immediately pushed away by an even greater force, again and again, in this continuous cycle

Han Hao looked at him kindly and said: "The fire crow is a fiery spiritual bird that is only slightly inferior to the flamingo of your great-grandfather."

Just before stepping out the door, Zhuo Hao, who was walking ahead, suddenly paused without warning, causing the two elders, still immersed in joy, to nearly bump into him

... ...

After some thought, Zhang Fan decided not to argue with them and to let the facts speak for themselves. Who would have thought that the three-legged golden crow would actually have a day of being looked down upon? How refreshing!

With a thud, Zhang Fan, who had just stood up, suddenly fell to the ground and was unable to get up for a long time

Suddenly, a crow's caw echoed beside me without warning, its sound distant, as if it had traversed time and space, coming from a remote wilderness.

From the moment his hand touched the celestial map of the universe, all his senses ceased to function. It seemed as if some magical force had completely pulled his spirit into a special space, leaving only his physical body outside.

Observing the old man's excited demeanor, Han Hao let out a quiet sigh, feeling a mix of pain, helplessness, and also a sense of comfort, with a myriad of emotions swirling within him

"With a distant vision, maintain a calm and composed mind." Han Hao's voice remained as tranquil as ever, "The lineage of the senior brother will not easily perish within our Dharma Image Sect. We must have faith in the children"

Han Hao has devoted himself to rigorous training for many years, which is why his cultivation has progressed so remarkably. As a result, he has taken on few disciples; to this day, Zhuo Hao is his first and only disciple.

The stars on a Sunday appear, at first glance, to be motionless and eerily silent, yet they seem to operate according to some mysterious law, continuously maintaining a dynamic balance with great care

Immediately, clusters of black flames coalesced behind Zhang Fan, and in an instant, a gigantic avian creature emerged, covered in black feathers, with crimson eyes, standing on three legs, surrounded by black fire

A teenager of over ten years old sat cross-legged in front of the celestial map, one hand resting on his knee and the other pressing down on the scroll, for a full half an hour.

"It's nothing." Zhuo Hao shook his head and then walked out the door with a peculiar expression on his face

... ...

From the very beginning, the old gentleman's gaze had not left Zhang Fan's side; any unusual occurrence was immediately detected by him.

Heaven knows how much resentment has accumulated in his heart. Old man Zhang Lie, a once-in-a-generation talent, is on the verge of achieving the Golden Core stage in just a few decades, possessing formidable magical power and astonishing combat strength, making him renowned throughout Qinzhou. He, Zhang Yantu, as the son of Zhang Lie, is unable to inherit the Dharma form and has inferior spiritual roots. His son, Zhang Yu, is almost a replica of him, still harboring illusions and unwilling to be pragmatic.

"Master Uncle, do you think Fan'er can succeed?" The old man was restless, feeling uncomfortable all over. He wanted to stand up and walk around, but was afraid of disturbing the child's concentration. The discomfort he felt was even greater than when he himself received the inheritance back in the day

As soon as Zhang Fan's spirit entered the space, it was as if a spoonful of water had been thrown into a hot oil pan, causing the entire area to erupt in a boiling frenzy

Zhang Fan's hand slowly moved away from the Celestial Star Chart, his expression somewhat peculiar, seven parts astonishment and three parts secret delight, as his own Dharma form turned out to be ... ...

Ultimately, due to insufficient magical power and the time taken to speak, Zhang Fan's three-legged crow talisman coalesced into a sphere of black light and vanished behind his head

Master Zhang Lie, in his prime, was full of vigor and arrogance, unknowingly offending countless individuals. At the time of his death, Han Hao was merely a novice cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage, his status incomparable to that of today. Ensuring the safety of his descendants and protecting them from retaliation was his utmost effort.

Zhang Fan nodded seriously: "Grandfather, please go ahead."

"Yes, Master," the two senior brothers replied in unison

"Child," the old man said, gently stroking Zhang Fan's head, "I have never been capable in my life, nor have I had any grand ambitions, but I have only one wish"

Unknowingly, tears of old age have already streamed down my face

I, a descendant of Zhang Yuantu, hope to produce a great practitioner, so that we are not looked down upon by others" The old man said, gripping Zhang Fan's hand tightly

Oh? Isn't it rare for the master to accept disciples? Otherwise, there wouldn't have been only Zhuo Hao all alone before today

It's nothing, my leg has gone numb