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Chapter 44 - How to be a good master?

Sorry for not updating for 12 days, I was in vacation together with my parents and friends.

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Hearing the sigh coming from Fu Yang, Elvian Mondie couldn't help but walk near him. He wanted to inspect how this heir of the Absolute Master was.

"You are Fu Yang, I assume."

With his pressure as an Emperor Realm Cultivator being directed towards Fu Yang, Elvian wanted to see how much longer he could handle it.

Feeling as if the gravity around him increased by a thousand times, Fu Yang found it hard to stand. However, as he met with the eyes of Elvian, Fu Yang didn't want to go down. He stood still even if his legs were trembling non stop.

"Hmm... It seems like the Absolute Box is protecting you. Only 1/4 of my pressure is being directed at you, the rest seemed to be sucked in by the box."

"Ab-absolute Box?" Not understanding the words of the King of Mondie Forest in front of him, Fu Yang couldn't help but utter with confusion.

"The box where the Aptitude Seeking Mirror you used to spy on us came from."

Having his sneaky move being found out, Fu Yang couldn't help but let out some cold sweat.

Were they going to kill him?

"Don't worry too much, we are not here to kill you. We are the Guardians of the Absolute Master Mystic Realm that you shall inherit in the future," Elvian said as if he saw through Fu Yang's thought.

"You shall be prepared, as before you become the true owner, you shall be trained under us."

Clap, clap, clap.

"Wow. Your words are very moving. As expected of the king. However, I am the Guardian of this Mystic Realm! I should be the one talking to him. Go talk to that son of yours," the young person said with a monotone voice devoid of any joy.

Hearing their words, Ming Ze's ears unconsciously moved. Even if he was already 32 years old, he couldn't help but show some unknown emotions towards his supposed father.

Elvian sighed and looked towards Ming Ze. A month ago he received news that his son, Shen Zhen, was dead. However, each time a royalty died the Tree of Life should have shed all of his leaves.

So he felt joy when the Tree of Life didn't shed any leaves and remained full of glistening green leaves, even after a month had passed.

Then, suddenly he sensed an elf of royal blood entering the 18th Absolute Mystic Realm. With him and the other royals living inside the Mondie Forest, the only possible royal blood to have entered the Mystic Realm was his missing son.

Before coming to this Mystic Realm, Elvian's heart raced with hope and excitement at the thought of his missing son, Shen Zhen, possibly being alive.

Now that he was here, standing in front of his long lost son. Elvian turned his attention back to Fu Yang and said, "Fu Yang, we shall discuss your training later. For now, I must attend to a pressing matter."

When Elvian left Fu Yang's side, the gravity around him returned to normal. As soon as he was finally free from the pressure, he sat down on the ground relieved.

Illusion Dragon snapped his finger and Fu Yang suddenly arrived beside him.

Before he could process what happened, a bunch of information suddenly came to his mind.

"This… so reading countless books wasn't an illusion?"

As soon as he realized that the person in front of was the one playing with him, Fu Yang clenched his fist hard.

Those illusions had been torturing his mind ever since he came here. Was he just a joke in front of this Majestic being?

Despite his anger directed towards him, he knew that he wasn't strong enough to go against him. He swallowed his anger and slowly stood up.

"Fu Yang, what do you think a good master is?"

At the question of the Illusion Dragon, Fu Yang stood still for a while. Right now, he doesn't know what a good master is.

His disciples were with him for less than a week, but he still didn't understand how to be a good master.

He recalled his master. The only thing he remembered about his days together with him were his torturous training. So…

Wasn't guiding his disciples in their cultivation enough?

Before he could utter the words in his mind, the Illusion Dragon talked first.

"If you were going to say 'guiding disciples on their cultivation, that's the wrong answer for me."

As if he was seen through, Fu Yang avoided the eyes of the Illusion Dragon.

Once again, the Illusion Dragon snapped his fingers and Fu Yang found himself in the same room white room where he memorized countless books.

"You will not get out of here until you give me a satisfactory answer. Let me give you a clue, the answer that I look for is related to Illusion."

With another snap of his fingers, he disappeared leaving Fu Yang in the white room all alone.

"What the—? I will be stuck here until I give an answer that will satisfy him? What does being a good master relate to Illusion?"

Honestly, for Fu Yang, everything that happened to him in this Mystic Realm was something he didn't want. Ever since he stumbled upon this Mystic Realm, he was forced to become a Master in order to start cultivating.

He himself still considers himself as a disciple, how would he become a good master?

Things happened too fast, he suddenly became a father and then becoming a master of two disciples.

"If only I could turn back the time, I wouldn't even bother to become the heir of this Mystic Realm…"

Suddenly, two ball of light appeared in front of him. One ball was of color light blue, while the other was red.

Looking at the two ball of light suddenly appearing in front of him, he was suddenly reminded of his two disciples.

"Yu Feng and Shi Wen…"

That's right, being a good master doesn't happen immediately. It was a long process. Together with his disciples, he would become a good master and finally cultivate.

With the two ball of light giving him motivation, Fu Yang started to think what does being a good master relates to illusion.

As Fu Yang closed his eyes to think about the answer for the Illusion Dragon's question, the two ball of light slowly merged in his mind.

He stayed like that for countless of hours, thinking what answer could satisfy the Illusion Dragon.

"Should a good master be good at making illusions…? No, no, no. The answer shouldn't be that easy."

While Fu Yang was still busy thinking of an answer, the Illusion Dragon was sitting on the floor whilst holding a bucket of sunflower seeds.

"Hey Elvy! When are you going to start your dramatic reunion with your son?"