Chapter 1181: A Dying Man Is Only As Good As His Word (3)

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“I don’t believe that. I think he will find a way to break the Black Dragon’s mark and make the Black Dragons fear him when the time comes,” said Jiang Hao and closed his fan.

“What good would that do?” The Holy Master chuckled.

“Then, dear brother, care for a wager?” Jiang Hao looked at Zuo Daoming. “Let’s bet on his future.”

“How do we do that?” The bored Holy Master perked up a little.

“You and I will give him some help and let him grow on his own. Let’s see if he can break the mark of the Black Dragon and shine brightly,” Jiang Hao said.

“Help? What kind of help?” asked the Holy Master.

“I’ll help him suppress the mark of the Black Dragon for a while.” Jiang Hao stretched out his hand and three mini mountains appeared on it. Then, they entered the point in the middle of Zuo Daoming’s brows.

The power merged into his body and suppressed the mark of the Black Dragon.

After that, Jiang Hao looked at the Holy Master.

“Then, I’ll impart some spiritual techniques, which will allow his soul to grow at the fastest rate possible. But even with excellent talent and hard work, it won’t be of any use,” said the Holy Master coldly.

“What about our wager?” Jiang Hao opened his folding fan and walked away.

“A wager?” The Holy Master sneered. “Is that what you call it? Isn’t it just daylight robbery?”

“I’m about to die, and I have no choice or the time,” said Jiang Hao and sighed.

The Holy Master was speechless.

“You’ve already said that you’re dying a hundred times now. Can’t you come up with a different excuse?”

They completely ignored the four people and left. It was as though they were just taking a casual walk.

Zuo Daoming stood there in a daze. He felt that his fate had changed and was now shrouded in mist.

He had also obtained an extremely powerful spiritual technique.

When these things gathered, they made up his lifeforce.

He understood the path he would take in the future.

At the same time, a bright light erupted from his forehead and emitted a terrifying aura.

Finally, it enveloped the four people, and their injuries instantly healed.

A middle-aged man slowly walked toward them.

“Master?” The four people were shocked.

“Daoming.” The middle-aged man looked at his disciple. “Congratulations on obtaining this unique life force.”

“Master, why did you only appear now? We almost died,” Dongfang Jing immediately said.

“What happened?” asked the middle-aged man.

Zuo Daoming explained everything.

He did not hide anything.

He did not even know when his Master had left this divine sense on them.

“That person is not someone ordinary. Do you know who he is?” The middle-aged man smiled.

“I…” Dongfang Jing said. “I might know.”

“It’s understandable if none of you know who he is,” said the middle-aged man without looking at her.

“I really do know him,” Dongfang Jing said loudly.

“Then, tell me,” said the middle-aged man impatiently.

How could he not know what his own disciple was like?

What did she know?

Did she know how to bother the dead?

“Unparalleled in the world,” Dongfang Jing said.

The others were puzzled.

“His fan. Didn’t you see the words on his fan? ‘Unparalleled in the World,’ was written there,” she said. “He is a very famous person who sometimes appears overseas. None of you remember?”

Cheng Ling was stunned. “The person of a thousand faces, Smiling San Sheng?”

“Smiling San Sheng, unparalleled in the world… That’s the version I heard,” said Dongfang Jing.

The middle-aged man was a little puzzled. Then, he used his divination technique.

A moment later, he was surprised. “This kid is incredible.”

Zuo Daoming and the others were surprised too.

“What did you see, Master?” Xia Liang asked.

“Nothing.” The middle-aged man shook his head. “He has hidden himself very well. A simple divination can’t see through him. However, I sensed the aura of the Fallen Immortal Clan on one of the concealment techniques. It’s not an ordinary aura. I think they won’t rest until one of them dies. He’s still safe and runs around in such a state, How can he be someone ordinary? Remember Smiling San Sheng’s name. Tell all your fellow disciples to be careful of him in the future. A remarkable figure has emerged.”

After reminding them, the middle-aged man looked at Zuo Daoming. “My disciple, you’ve been with me for a long time, and what I can do for you is limited. You heard the wager they made. What do you plan to do now?”

Zuo Daoming lowered his head in thought. “Master, I won’t run and hide in the Clear Sky School.”

The middle-aged man laughed heartily. “Alright, go ahead. I’ll pave the way for your karma first. Smiling San Sheng will receive a gift from me.”