The old man stood in the air stunned while panting. The demonic cultivators moving around the city also stopped, staring blankly at the sky.
They were all completely shocked by the demonic cultivators sudden death, though a few focused on the important point, the hand.
Without hesitation, the old man killed all the demonic cultivators in the city, who were powerless to stop him, while thinking about the hand.
He first considered the possibility of the hand coming from Zhou Fan. He instantly dismissed that possibility, as there was no way that Zhou Fan was so terrifying.
In fact, he was right. The hand was not from Zhou Fan. He soon found that out as a figure wearing red and black robes appeared in front of him without warning.
The old man backed off and held his sword up, but the cultivator raised a hand in the air.
"Do not fear me. I am not a demonic cultivator, nor do I have the intention to harm you." The cultivator said in a rough voice.
The old man nodded and stopped retreating. There was no way he could survive if the man wanted to kill him.
The man's body, the parts which were not covered by the robe, had patches of black on it.
One of his hands was completely blackened.
"I am the monarch of blood and poison." The cultivator spoke. "I am from a respectable and powerful sect, and I will not do anything evil."
The old man nodded.
"I have had my eye on your son. I want to take him as a disciple." The monarch of blood and poison stated.
The old man nodded again. He was not very surprised.
"I seek the permission of you and your son. If you want to know my strength, understand that few people currently in the Zhou galaxy can fight me equally. Of those who can, nobody would." The monarch of blood and poison stated.
The old man nodded. "As long as Lu Wei agrees to go with you, I have no issue with it." He said.
"Good. Where is he now?" The monarch of blood and poison asked.
"He returned a few days ago. He should be in the library right now, though he is in deep cultivation and did not notice the events that took place." The old man explained.
Lu Wei was in a formation that had been set up by him and the old man to stop outside distractions. None of the noise had been loud enough to pierce through the formation.
"I will return soon." The monarch of blood and poison said as he almost instantly appeared in front of the library's doors and walked in.
He entered the library and looked around. He did not use his divine sense or Qi to search. After clearing the second floor, he stepped onto the second floor and walked around.
As he passed by a bookshelf, a hand reached out in front of him and stopped him.
"You dare. Get your filthy ha-" He said as he came to a sudden stop.
A face he had never imagined he would see here was staring right at him.
"You are not qualified to take Lu Wei as a disciple. When he reaches the space shattering realm, he will likely enter the cosmic sect. You can speak to him then." Zhou Fan said.
"I understand, Origin God. Please forgive my insolence. I will leave immediately." He said as he disappeared.
The monarch of blood and poison had been a disciple of the cosmic sect. He had reached the 1st level of the inner world realm, and Zhou Fan knew that all those at that level would recognize him.
He had not been trying to be rude. He was simply telling the truth. With his innate talent, it was not impossible for Lu Wei to reach the god realm, something that was completely out of reach for the monarch of blood and poison.
After a few minutes, the old man entered the library confused. He did not understand why the monarch of blood and poison had not come back yet.
When he found Lu Wei on the third floor, he was still undisturbed and cultivating. The old man deactivated the formation, causing Lu Wei to stop cultivating.
"Is something wrong, father?" Lu Wei asked with confusion. It was not normal for the old man to disturb him.
"Did a man come and talk to you recently?" The old man asked.
"No. Why?" Lu Wei asked.
"No reason. Don't worry about it." He said as he reactivated the formation and sighed with relief.
He did not want Lu Wei to have such a master. After all, Lu Wei did not use blood or poison.
Still, it was a pity for such a powerful person to end up not taking Lu Wei as a disciple.
"Perhaps he changed his mind and felt that they were not fated together." Zhou Fan answered when the old man asked him for some wisdom on the situation.
"But would such a powerful person really make such a random decision, only to change his mind later?" The old man asked.
"I bet you that most powerful people are no better than us. I'm sure that they too feel fear and make mistakes, they are just on a higher level than us." Zhou Fan said.
"Perhaps you are right." The old man nodded.
"It's just a theory. Who knows how powerful cultivators act. For all we know, they could walk right by us and we wouldn't even notice." Zhou Fan said.
"Yes. That makes sense. You sure are wise." The old man said as he walked away satisfied.
30 years later, a grand funeral took place in the heart of the city.
The city lord, who had ruled over the city for nearly 200 years, had passed away last night.
Everyone in the city attended. Not even the old man, Zhou Fan, or Lu Wei was an exception.
"He was a good man. He had been the city lord for a long time. He loved this city more than even I." The old man sighed.