Martial Soul: Be a Saint

When Chen Xiao reached near, Chen Ting opened his mouth and teased him.    

Chen Xiao sat down on a stone stool in the pavilion, and after taking a few breaths, he saw a pot of tea on the stone table.    

It was too late for Chen Ting to stop his.    

"Little bastard, this is a top grade spiritual tea. This pot costs several hundred low-grade divine crystals. You are simply wasting heaven's treasures by drinking it like this!"    

Pow!    

After drinking a pot of tea in one breath, Chen Xiao put down the teapot and took a deep breath. After he calmed down for a bit, he then replied, "A mere few hundred low-grade Divine Crystals, is not a problem for you!"    

"All these years, I didn't defeat your family and only wasted a pot of tea for you. Don't you have to be so stingy? "Besides, it's still drinking anyway. I'll finish it in one gulp and put it in my stomach to taste it slowly!" Chen Xiao said to him immediately.    

The second master's demeanor was quite obvious, a huge contrast from his previous steady state.    

If it wasn't for Chen Ting who was well aware of this, he might have made a mistake.    

"Enough. You brat, you are acting more and more. Don't try this with me. Speak, what is it? Why do you look so anxious?"    

Chen Ting glanced at him and waved his hand.    

"Dad, please do me a favor!"    

"Oh! Help? "What are you doing, did you screw me up again?"    

"Wait, what do you mean by giving it to you again? When did I give you trouble? This wording has also been changed … "    

"Mm, I was wrong. Say it, what is it …"    

"Help me save a person!" Chen Xiao's expression suddenly became serious as he said this.    

"Save him?" Hearing that, Chen Ting looked at him curiously, and asked: "Who do you want me to save?"    

"You have to be Martial God Stage experts to be able to save my master, you have to be below Martial God Realm …"    

"You … Master? "    

Hearing that, Chen Ting looked at him with a meaningful look.    

"Little bastard, you really did hide yourself well. Tell me, who is your Master? Tell me, I'll think about it!"    

As he spoke, he picked up the teacup and sipped the spiritual tea in it. His ears, however, were listening attentively.    

"My Master Wu Hao …" Chen Xiao hesitated for a moment, but still answered him.    

Puchi …    

Chen Ting, who had just drank a small mouthful of tea, instantly spat out everything after hearing Chen Xiao's words.    

He opened his eyes wide and stared at the young man in disbelief.    

"Little bastard, you …" What did you just say? Wu Hao? Which Wu Hao? "    

Chen Ting stared at him and asked.    

Seeing his father's reaction, Chen Xiao was puzzled.    

He thought, could it be that his father has also heard of Wu Hao's famous name, if not why would he be so excited?    

"Ugh …" Father, have you ever heard of the lower realm person, Wu Hao, who was chased by the two great palaces of fire and water, more than a thousand years ago? " Chen Xiao asked him.    

"It's him, isn't he dead?" After Chen Ting heard his words, he asked with a look of disbelief.    

"Uh, how is that possible? "He's alive and well …"    

"Are you sure?"    

"Of course I'm sure. He's my master. Don't even mention being sure, I'm sure he's still alive. How could he possibly have died?"    

"That's not right!" Didn't he clearly die more than twenty years ago during the Apocalypse of the Heaven's Eyes? "    

Chen Ting muttered to himself in disbelief.