Chapter 83: The King of Tricksters Recruits Disciples Online

"But then again, you’re lucky to have met me. Impressed by your sincerity, I’ll take you on as a nominal disciple for now," Wang Feng said indifferently.

"…Master!" A glimmer of light returned to Chopin’s eyes, faint but enough to give him the will to live.

"Remember, your life no longer belongs to you. From today onward, use your feet to feel the earth and your hands to face challenges. Everything in the world is a source of strength; learn from them, for nature itself is the best teacher!"

"Master…" Chopin bit his lip, unsure what to say. He was a worthless fool, yet he had gained his Master’s favor.

Seeing Wang Feng about to tear up, he felt awkward. He feared crying women, but crying men were even worse.

"Here, this is a gift from your master—the Ultimate Secret of Martial Arts—Old Wang’s Divine Triangle."

He tossed the Moro Divine Triangle, which Chopin received respectfully. The moment he saw "Old Wang’s Divine Triangle," he was completely captivated. It was a spatial distortion that could generate several divine combat techniques.

Wang Feng was quite satisfied. He had a knack for taking on disciples, having to sift through countless players to find the top five. He had encountered some scum along the way, but Old Wang quickly discarded them. This guy before him was naturally gifted and, crucially, willing to spend money. After such an ordeal, he would surely become a valuable ally.

"Master, why is it like this?" Chopin murmured, puzzled by the triangle that seemed to exist yet defy space, creating a visual illusion.

"When you understand it, you can defeat most opponents in this world," Old Wang said coolly. "…Do you know why it’s called Old Wang’s Divine Triangle?"

This guy really couldn’t hold a conversation. Couldn’t he at least play along?

"Old Wang?" Chopin looked confused.

"That one, the famous one, the one you’re thinking of—it’s all part of our Wang family," Old Wang smiled slightly. "There’s some history there."

Chopin was initially stunned but then showed deep respect.

…

Old Wang felt embarrassed seeing Chopin’s lack of reaction. It was quite awkward when showboating fell flat, leaving no sense of accomplishment.

"Alright, these are just empty titles. It doesn’t matter. You, practice well."

"Thank you, Master. Chopin will not disgrace the lineage!" Chopin bowed sincerely.

Old Wang couldn’t help it. Time on the realm tablet was running out. Was this guy really that clueless? He had given him a gift, but where was the disciple’s offering? Truly hopeless!

"Do you have any money?" Old Wang had to be blunt; he wouldn’t do business at a loss.

Chopin stared blankly at Old Wang, not understanding his meaning.

Old Wang frowned, and Chopin finally realized, shaking his head.

As a prince, he never needed money. In the Dragon Moon Empire, if he wanted to spend, he simply signed a note.

Old Wang despised such pampered brats. How could this human be so different from the Eight Tribes?

Look at Princess Yin Fu. She always had plenty of money—tens of thousands at her disposal. Unlike this poor fellow!

"Give me that sword and the Golden Bastion pendant around your neck." Old Wang eyed the most valuable items. Of course, he needed a reason; there might be future business.

"You must let go not only of your possessions but also of your attachments, your identity, and your past!" Old Wang said calmly. "From now on, you are just a practitioner, using your feet to find your path and your hands to seek redemption!"

Chopin finally understood. His previously confused gaze became crystal clear. His Master’s wisdom was profound, beyond imagination—truly great wisdom!

Yes, convenience made him weak, royal reliance made him arrogant, and worldly vanity made him ignorant—hence his current state.

He respectfully handed over the golden sword and the Golden Bastion pendant.

Old Wang stared at Chopin’s clothes, embroidered with gold threads. If not for propriety, he’d strip them off. Were those real gems? He wanted to pry one loose…

"Bang Bang…" Old Wang pondered his words, trying to figure out how to pry without losing face. But the realm tablet began glowing, damn it.

"Master…"

Chopin felt a thousand regrets, wishing for just one more minute with his Master, one more word of wisdom: "Where should I look for you, Master?"

"If you want to contact me, post a league-level bounty task at the Holy Sanctuary. The secret code is ‘Neighbor Old Wang.’ Bang, hurry…"

The realm tablet activated, energy connecting, and a portal slowly opened, enveloping Old Wang like a halo. He stretched out his hand, seemingly reluctant to leave his disciple.

Chopin fought back tears, wanting to see his Master off, but the light was too intense, blinding him. The immense energy tearing through space left him in awe, bowing devoutly.

In the final moment, his Master seemed concerned, and Chopin vowed not to disappoint him!

The surroundings were filled with gentle breezes and flowing streams. His Master had embarked on a journey.

When Chopin stood up, his face had lost its former arrogance and pride, replaced by a firm and peaceful heart. Shedding his princely attire, he needed only the Old Wang’s Divine Triangle.

The third prince of the Dragon Moon Empire was dead.

Living on was Wang’s disciple, Chopin!

Perhaps due to reduced energy or carrying a heavy sword, the return journey was less smooth. Old Wang stumbled along, energy depleting faster than before. Finally, he barely made it back to the meditation room, nearly falling flat on his face, almost causing a painful injury. But he was home.

Indeed, experience teaches us. For future trips, he needed to consider potential extra weight. No more risky stunts; getting stuck in the void would be game over.

Old Wang rubbed his sore bottom, feeling he had learned another lesson.

The two items were valuable, but he regretted not taking the clothes, which could have fetched a good price.

This golden sword was heavy, clearly made with substantial amounts of secret gold. Showy but satisfying. He loved such things, knowing they would fetch a high price. How delightful!

And more valuable was the already damaged Golden Barrier, known as the strongest defense humans could create. As long as the soul crystal's level was high enough, theoretically, it could withstand infinite attacks. However, Old Wang had no intention of selling it.

This thing, in Imperial Nine Heavens, was affectionately called the "Five-Second Golden Body" by players—a lifesaving artifact. Now, stuck in this barbaric world with no immediate way back and being watched by both Karida and the Nine Gods, he needed some means to protect himself; otherwise, he would feel uneasy.

Money is good, but life is more important. Old Wang understood this clearly.

It needs to be repaired! Although it will cost a fortune, it's absolutely worth it.

Putting away the greatsword and necklace, Old Wang cleared the traces of the teleportation array in the meditation room while making a small summary.

Frankly speaking, although this teleportation attempt failed overall, it wasn't entirely meaningless. At least it gave Old Wang hope—the light that strongly attracted him in the soul space.

Without a doubt, that must be the path back to Earth, and it seemed not too complicated. An α4-level soul crystal had brought him close to it, so using an α5-level one next time should have a high chance of success.

But where would the money come from?

An α4-level soul crystal already costs half a million, and an α5-level one would require at least two million.

The system in this world is quite robust, and there aren't many things with direct monetary value left. Moreover, nominally, he was still under Karida's command. He needed to think about finding new ways to make money.

After cleaning up the meditation room, he was covered in dirt and emerged from the Rune Department late at night.

Although the teleportation space was protected by the boundary tablet, the turbulent journey and the soul space's pull on his soul were still quite draining, affecting his current body significantly.

Exhausted, Old Wang could barely keep his eyes open. He sneaked back to his dormitory, put away his items, and fell asleep. This sleep lasted for a full day and two nights. During this time, he vaguely got up to drink water, and when he truly woke up, it was already the third morning.

Outside, the sun was high, but Old Wang woke up with a sore back and aching all over. Still, his mind felt somewhat refreshed.

His hair was a mess, sticking up like a seesaw. Finally yawning, he got up and took the 'Light of the Holy Sanctuary' delivered over the past two days from the hanger by the door. While eating breakfast, he read the newspaper under the golden rays of the sunrise, feeling as if he had already entered a leisurely retired life.

Life is about being able to work hard and rest well, to enjoy excitement and maintain composure—this is what embracing life is all about.

As Old Wang was drinking, his still sleepy eyes suddenly caught the headline of today's front page, and his entire body jolted awake, his eyes instantly alert.

"The Holy Sanctuary team of the Third Prince of the Dragon Moon Empire defeated a terrifying quasi-dragon Succubus during their trial, but all twelve graduates and twenty-plus attendants died. The Third Prince is suspected to have survived, erected monuments for his fallen comrades, and then mysteriously disappeared, reigniting the dispute over the imperial succession!"

Old Wang's eyes widened in shock.