“Summary: The target has extremely high innate talent. It is recommended to take them as a disciple and teach them carefully—they will surely become a pillar of the sect.”

William Lynn didn’t see anything else; his eyes were fixed intently on the blood-red number “10” behind the innate constitution.

Innate constitution refers to a cultivator’s natural physical talent, and the maximum value in this talent system is 10.

What does a constitution of 10 mean?

To put it in perspective, if others have to run a hundred meters from the starting line to the finish, with the same finish line, this little one starts running from the ninety-meter mark!

No wonder—no wonder he could beat that Lang Feng so badly before even turning four years old.

At this moment, the little one also noticed William Lynn, looking over in confusion, blinking his big eyes—an absolutely adorable little boy.

William Lynn smacked his lips. Not only was this kid’s constitution heaven-defyingly strong, but his comprehension, willpower, and luck were all at super-genius levels.

Taking in such a disciple—wouldn’t that be a lot of pressure?

As William Lynn pondered, a warm and sunny smile gradually appeared on his face.

If anyone from William Lynn’s previous life who knew him well saw him smile like this, they would definitely run as far away as possible.

Usually, when William Lynn smiled like this, it meant someone was about to get seriously tricked.

Chapter 2: Becoming Someone’s Grandmaster

Having made up his mind, William Lynn looked at the old village chief beside him, once again displaying an impeccable demeanor of a master.

William Lynn said calmly, “The other day, I had a sudden premonition and sensed that someone fated to meet me was in these mountains, so I came to look. I never expected to encounter them in such a small mountain village.”

As he spoke, William Lynn’s gaze shifted to the little one at the village entrance, still dragging a dog’s tail and looking confused. He sighed inwardly: “Other protagonists have a grandmaster following them, but I have to be the grandmaster for someone else.”

However, thinking about a group of heaven-defying protagonists becoming his disciples, and being able to send them out to dominate the world in the future, William Lynn’s mood improved considerably.

“This is the first one right here.”

The old village chief was stunned for a moment and also looked at the little one. “Daoist, are you talking about… him?”

William Lynn nodded slightly. “I was wondering where this fated person was, but now that I’ve seen this child, I understand everything.”

He sighed with emotion and began to tell a well-prepared story.

In this story, William Lynn once had a proud disciple, but because that disciple couldn’t overcome emotional tribulations and inner demons, he failed his heavenly tribulation and was reincarnated.

William Lynn had been searching for his reincarnated disciple, hoping to renew their master-disciple bond. After a hundred years, he finally found him today.

The old village chief was so taken in by the story that he stared in disbelief at the little one. “The little one is your disciple reincarnated?”

William Lynn nodded slightly, and a barely noticeable but perfectly timed look of doting affection appeared in his eyes as he looked at the little one.

He was doing his best to play the part, but inwardly, William Lynn was not optimistic.

Because he noticed that beneath the old village chief’s stunned expression, there was a strong sense of wariness.

The old man even put one hand behind his back and subtly gestured to the little one.

William Lynn frowned inwardly. He sensed a familiar fluctuation of energy from the old man.

The fluctuation of a cultivator’s magical power.

This old man in the small mountain village was actually a cultivator. Although only at the third level of Qi Refining, he was a genuine cultivator.

Cultivators are different from martial artists. To become a cultivator, one must guide the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body and cultivate magical power by practicing Daoist arts.

Lang Feng from Wolf Village had some talent for cultivation, but he was still just a martial artist—not a true cultivator.

Previously, the old village chief had deliberately concealed his aura, so William Lynn hadn’t noticed. Now, because he was on guard against William Lynn, his magical power naturally fluctuated within his body, and William Lynn immediately sensed it.

William Lynn sighed inwardly. Although the old man might not be his match, he wanted to be the little one’s master—the legendary grandmaster—not a kidnapper. Forcibly snatching the child was clearly out of the question.

Looking at the little one, William Lynn asked calmly, “Qingfeng, are you willing to return to my tutelage now?”

The old village chief’s expression didn’t change, but the hand behind his back was shaking almost uncontrollably.

The little one scratched his head in confusion, looked at William Lynn, then at the old village chief, and said shyly, “Yiya, I… my name isn’t Qingfeng, and I don’t want to leave the village.”

William Lynn fell silent, and the atmosphere became tense. The old village chief watched him nervously, his magical power fluctuating more and more, ready to act at any moment.

“Forget it. Your wisdom has not yet awakened, and you don’t remember your past life. I won’t force you.” Just as the old village chief was about to break down, William Lynn sighed softly and finally spoke. “But I have calculated that our fate is not yet over. Though we part today, we will surely meet again.”

William Lynn took out a purple talisman from his robe and handed it to the little one. “This talisman is for your protection. If you encounter danger, throw it at your enemy, and it will keep you safe. If fate allows, we will meet again.”

With that, without further delay, William Lynn turned and left. As he passed by the old village chief, William Lynn glanced at him casually, a faint, ambiguous smile on his lips, but said nothing and walked away.