Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity

The Banished Immortal found it interesting, this way of breaking through the situation. To be honest, he hadn’t thought of it, yet it was very effective.

"It’s fine to be clever, you are a smart person, but it’s still not enough. If you want to go far and live long, it needs real skills.

Next, I’ll have Zhongsheng demonstrate to you a few times the Thunderbolt Fist Technique used by newcomers in the martial arts school to temper their vitality and blood. How much you can learn depends on your fate and understanding.

In three months, I, the Old One, will personally check, and if you do not meet the standards, I will still expel you... Did you hear me?"

At this moment, in the martial arts school, a spirited old man walked out slowly, glanced at the young man, and spoke casually.

The young man, upon seeing the old man, immediately gave a sheepish smile, then stood respectfully to the side and called out, "Master."

"Rest assured, Master, I understand." The young man was indeed very clever, responding smoothly and appropriately.

But seeing this, the Banished Immortal shook his head. For some people, being too clever can be unlikable and even cause dislike, feeling such a person is not honest and unreliable.

The old man was not to the point of disliking him, but he certainly did not like him.

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"There’s no need to use ’Master’ and ’Disciple’ between us, we are not at that level. I took you in only because of your father. Your father once did me a favor, and I, the Old One, am not ungrateful. But my place is not one anyone can stay in forever. If you cannot enter the door within a month, you should return to where you came from."