The burly man was taken aback. He had a precious daughter, someone he truly cherished; in a father's eyes, she was absolutely the most beautiful.
However, objectively speaking, the burly middle-aged man knew his daughter wasn't as beautiful as that girl. If the difference were small, he certainly wouldn't have thought this way.
The reason he thought this was twofold: firstly, the burly man was honest and straightforward; secondly, the girl was truly stunning, the difference in beauty far exceeding that of the other girl.
"Superficial," the burly man said defiantly, "My daughter may not be as pretty as that girl, but she has impeccable character..."
"If you said that to that young man, believe me, you'd immediately lose all hope, regardless of whether you're from the Temple of War or not." Old Luo laughed.
The burly middle-aged man paused, then understood, and looked at Old Luo with a wry smile: "When did we become so lowly, begging others to become our disciples?"
"There's no way around it. Things are valued for their rarity. This young man is just too outstanding. In the future, just the title of disciple will be enough." Old Luo smiled, looking at the stage.
...
After the battle, a deathly silence fell. Some had called the use of poison a fluke; no matter how powerful you are with poison, no one will truly respect you, at most they'll fear you.
But many wanted that: fear is enough, not submission. It's just that poison cultivators are more dangerous than those practicing normal martial arts.
However, once they become powerful, no one at the same level will dare to provoke a poison cultivator, as that's practically suicide.
Now, Qin Chuan defeated Cloud Flying Dragon, one of the Eight Dragons, without using powerful poison, relying solely on a control ability.
There was no suspense; in fact, many believed Qin Chuan could easily kill his opponent if he wanted to.
If Qin Chuan had used poison, no one would have been so shocked. How could someone who could use poison and possessed such terrifying skill not be astonishing?
Qin Chuan also knew that after this battle, it would be very difficult for anyone to challenge him again, since fights here could be fatal.
This time, the burly middle-aged man remained silent, but Lao Luo spoke up: "Go ahead, you'll definitely succeed."
"Really?"
Lao Luo didn't reply. The burly middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then walked towards Qin Chuan, who was coming down from the martial arts arena.
He had originally intended to have someone call Qin Chuan over, but thinking it over, he decided to go himself. Even if they became master and disciple, it wouldn't be the same as a true father-son relationship.
He just wanted to see if this young man needed a guide; he could be his guide for a while, hoping for future help and support.
Although this master-disciple relationship wouldn't be entirely pure from the start, it didn't matter. After all, there's no such thing as love or hate without a reason.
Everything has a reason, a cause, a purpose. That's fine, as long as you have a clear conscience, a calm heart, or can be fair.
Qin Chuan noticed someone as soon as he stepped off the martial arts stage. This person's aura was incredibly powerful and composed; he was like an iron tower. However, he appeared to be a kind and honest man
with a sense of responsibility. Although he still seemed to have a presence, it could be a disguise, but few people could fool Qin Chuan's eyes. "Could we speak in private?" the burly, honest-looking middle-aged man asked. He seemed a little awkward, as if it were his first time doing something like this, but those around him were quite shocked; they knew who this man was. "The Lord of the Five Continents War God Hall, it seems this young man is lucky. To be noticed by the Lord of the Five Continents War God Hall is a meteoric rise." "If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. Can't you see the Lord of the Five Continents War God Hall came in person? What does that mean? Can't you see?" "Does the Lord of the Five Continents War God Hall want to take him as a disciple, and then decide whether this young man is willing?" "What do you think? Do you think this young man still needs a master or teacher?" "Among three people walking together, there must be one who can teach me. Everyone needs one, so why wouldn't he? Besides, the other party is the Lord of the Five Continents War God Hall. In terms of seniority and qualifications, he's more than qualified." "That's true, would you become a disciple of a fool? This fool might teach you something, which might be very useful." "You're that fool." ... Qin Chuan nodded. The surrounding discussions quickly gave him an idea. He needed a faction, the War God Hall, which was perfect. Even if he left this place in the future, he would have a pass to the War God Hall. So Qin Chuan knew he couldn't refuse; it was a mutual favor. He needed the man, and perhaps he would have to give something in return. Of course, he might not need to; it was up to him, as it was a matter of principle. After all, if he reneged on the deal later, the other party wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Qin Chuan followed the burly middle-aged man back to where he had been before. It was relatively quiet there, filled with people from the War God Temple. "Your name is Qin Chuan, right? I saw you have the War God's inheritance. Have you ever thought about joining the Five Continents War God Temple?" the burly man asked. Although he seemed calm, he was actually a little nervous inside, after all, Qin Chuan was also one of his hopes. People often live because of hope, many hopes. These hopes support and guide them; perhaps this is life. Qin Chuan didn't beat around the bush and nodded: "I've thought about it, but could the Temple Master take me to a wider world?" The burly middle-aged man's face lit up: "I can only take you to a world one or two realms higher than here. Beyond that, I don't have the ability." "Okay, what can I do for the Temple Master?" Qin Chuan decided to offer this benefit directly, so they could be like friends. Qin Chuan wasn't sure if the other party would agree. He didn't want to become anyone's disciple or student casually anymore. There were very few people he could genuinely and willingly consider his teacher; some he couldn't even meet, and those he did meet were almost all unqualified. The burly man was a little embarrassed. He was a straightforward person, and although he knew Qin Chuan would ask, he still felt a bit that he was being opportunistic. But there was nothing he could do; he had no more opportunities. After hesitating for a moment, he looked at Qin Chuan and said, "You can't do this now, but maybe you can later. I won't force you. You can decide for yourself then, okay?" Qin Chuan didn't answer immediately, but seemed to be thinking about something. "You don't need to feel burdened or embarrassed. In short, you're very free," the burly man said with a simple, honest smile. Seeing the burly man's honest and sincere smile, Qin Chuan nodded and smiled, "I agree!" After all, the other party had said he was free, and he felt he could be free too, so he had to agree since the other party had put it that way.