Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1159

"Yes, I hail from the Lothlann Continent," Darren answered.

"Good. Are you willing to become my disciple?" the white-haired man asked straightforwardly.

Darren kept silent for a while and suddenly said, "If I become your disciple, what will you teach me?"

The white-haired man was stunned by Darren's inquisitive question. He suddenly felt that Darren was different from the others.

"I have half a scroll of supreme martial skill. Is that enough?" said the white-haired man, after a moment of pondering.

"Supreme martial skill?" Darren was visibly awestruck, and so the white-haired man found him to be persuaded.

Then Darren showed a preview of Void Penetration and asked, "So, what kind of level do you think this is at?"

He remembered that the phantoms he met prior all claimed they were superior gods, and so he suspected that the Void Penetration was supposedly a very high level martial skill as well.

But the white-haired man was not the last bit surprised after seeing Darren's move.

"The one who created this skill might be a great master, but unfortunately, in order to adapt to some rules, he deliberately put a cap on this skill's power, so, its power is only equal to that of an ordinary skill." The white-haired man immediately saw through the skill.

Based on his reaction, Darren found the white-haired man to really know his stuff about his skills. If the Void Penetration was a top-level legendary martial skill, no one in the mortal world could master it, and so neither could he.

"I'm curious. Now that you have obtained this skill, you can just practice it by yourself. Why do you have to recruit disciples and teach them?" Darren said.

"You prattle on like this, but really, you just need to choose whether to be my disciple or not." The white-haired man seemed to be a little annoyed now.

"If I refuse, you'll just kill me like what your daughter wanted to do, right?" Darren asked.

"You may take your leave now."

The white-haired man turned around and walked towards the cliff bitterly, as if he didn't want to speak any more.

Darren was surprised at this reaction.

"Darren, I think he seems to have some reasons he'd rather not disclose, and it's clear that he did not release any killing intent to you," Elsa conveyed, using her spiritual sense.

"Yeah, honestly, I can sense that he is not a bad person." Darren also felt that although this man was cold, he had no ferocity about him.

"I am willing to be your disciple."

Darren called out to the cliff. The white-haired man stopped, but he did not turn around.

"Climb up three thousand feet high, and find a cave to cultivate," the white-haired man said calmly without turning his head.

"Yes, master." Since Darren had agreed to be the man's disciple, his tone became much more respectful.

The white-haired man ascended slowly and disappeared into the mist on the top of the mountain.

Darren walked to the cliff, just as the white-haired man instructed.

After walking about two thousand feet, Darren suddenly felt a huge pressure that almost threw him off his feet.

'I see. It's not an easy task to walk three thousand feet.' Darren remembered Olivia's words when she told him that the higher the cave was, the faster the cultivation speed would be. However, it was obviously difficult to get to a more elevated place.

Darren began to activate his god's power to help him move forward. When he reached two thousand and eight hundred feet, he felt too exhausted to move forward.

"Hmm? He wants me to reach three thousand feet high. It's obvious that he has fully summed up my strength," Darren murmured to himself. Only then did he realize that reaching the cave three thousand feet upwards seemed to be a small test left by his new master.

"Darren, let me help you," the dragon ancestor talked to Darren using his spiritual sense. With the help of the dragon ancestor, Darren was confident that he could make it up to even four thousand feet in height.

"No need, sir. You go have a good rest. We can talk about it once I arrive."

"Well, well. This is the first time you've ever refused my help, that's for sure," the dragon ancestor said as he gave a hearty laugh.

"Cultivating is different from being in grave danger. One can only rely on himself to cultivate," Darren replied.

"You have a good point. Take your time, and I'll have a good rest, just like you said."

Darren was stuck at the spot of two thousand and eight hundred feet and found that he couldn't move an inch. He was worried he wouldn't be able to withstand the great pressure he was facing, and end up falling all the way back down in no time.