Doomsday: I Can Get a Hint-Chapter 340 - 234: Coffin (Part 2)

I wish I could make a little money for him.

Such people often have no friends.

"Of course, I’m willing. Maoshan and I have a great affinity. I came here several times as a child and have been longing for it since then. I’ve dreamed about being accepted as a disciple by a Daoist many times.

Today, my dream has finally come true."

Wang Hao’s face was full of smiles.

He wasn’t naive anymore, saying he wasn’t willing at this moment would be asking for trouble, wouldn’t it?

He bowed, making a deep bow to the coffin:

"Disciple Wang Hao, pays respect to Master." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"Hahaha, good! Very good!"

The old Daoist seemed very excited:

"At last, my Maoshan lineage has not been severed, at last, my Maoshan lineage has not been severed!"

Wang Hao: ...

He somewhat understood the old Daoist’s feelings.

It’s like continuing the family line; if there’s no heir, an elder might be anxious to death.

Shame on the ancestors.

"My Maoshan Shangqing Lineage was once a prestigious sect. However, with the changes of the times, Spiritual Qi gradually thinned, and the number of disciples decreased. In numerous battles with the Demon Realm, the elites perished.

Having survived the Dark Age, the inheritance was nearly severed. Now I’m the Mao Shan Sect Leader. After my death, you will become the next Sect Leader.

As the Mao Shan Sect Leader, you must prioritize the well-being of people, eradicate demons, defend the Dao, and maintain the name of Maoshan while walking the world."

The old Daoist’s voice was resounding, like the tolling of a great bell, deafeningly loud.

"Disciple abides by Master’s command."

Wang Hao bowed deeply, then said:

"Master, now that Spiritual Qi has revived, should the disciple assist you in coming out? With the supply of Spiritual Qi, you can certainly return to your peak state quickly."

"No need, my time has come."

The old Daoist sighed deeply.

"How can that be?"

Wang Hao expressed his incomprehension.

The old Daoist had persevered through the era without Spiritual Qi till now.

Now that Spiritual Qi is revived, he’s about to die?

That defies common sense.

Wang Hao started to regret a bit then.

If he had known, he wouldn’t have given the Purple Gold Pill to Zheng Tai.

Giving it to this old Daoist might save his life.

This is a super strong backer!

With him protecting the Dao for him, why should he fear anything?

"I have lived for too long, and I don’t want to live anymore. The chaotic times have come. People like us from the old era should step down.

Our existence is only as guides for you, to make the last small contribution for humanity."

The old Daoist sighed deeply, his voice filled with endless vicissitudes and desolation:

"This time I had the outer disciples send messages everywhere, hoping to make a contribution to humanity with the last foundation of Maoshan.

Yet, I never expected to encounter a cultivator with innate Spiritual Power who does not have a sect, how wonderful! Truly wonderful.

The heavens have shown mercy, not letting my Maoshan Shangqing Lineage’s heritage be severed, perhaps thanks to the blessings of the patriarchs under the nine springs."

Wang Hao blinked.

Under the nine springs?

Shouldn’t the patriarch have ascended to immortality?

"Hao’Er, many of Maoshan’s cultivation techniques and texts have been lost in the long river of history. The spells we practiced were passed down orally.

As your teacher, I’m not a particularly outstanding disciple. I’ve only specialized in one spell, the Paper-cutting for Soldiers! I will pass it to you through an initiation."

The old Daoist seemed a bit embarrassed.

Maoshan has many spells, but most people only focus on a few.

Overextending oneself is not good!

His skills and talent weren’t too outstanding, the outstanding ones of his generation all went to the Demon Realm.

So he only devoted himself to mastering this Secret Technique.

Of course, this Secret Technique is very powerful and formidable.

It’s also very difficult to learn, ranking among the top-tier spells of Maoshan.

Otherwise, the old Daoist wouldn’t have devoted himself to just this one.

"Disciple thanks Master."

Wang Hao bowed deeply again to show respect.

He wasn’t disappointed, though.

The Paper-cutting for Soldiers technique is already incredibly impressive, isn’t it?

The flashy spells are dispensable for him.

With the Blade of Plunder in hand, he can handle both melee and ranged combat.

"This is the Supreme Order of my Maoshan Sect Leader. I now pass it on to you."

A token wrapped in golden light floated before Wang Hao.

Wang Hao bowed, raised his hands high, and respectfully accepted the token.

"This token is the token of the Sect Leader, containing the Supreme Daoist Skill of my Maoshan Shangqing Sect, which only the Sect Leader may study. Hao’Er, you must study diligently in the future and strive to let this Skill reappear in the world as soon as possible."

"Disciple obeys."

Wang Hao was elated upon hearing it!

There was an unexpected gain?

"Master, about those people just now..."

Wang Hao thought of Ghost Warrior and the others.

He wasn’t sure whether they were dead or alive.

Now that he is the Maoshan Sect Leader, Maoshan belongs to him.

He has the authority to deal with those outsiders.

"They have their destinies."

The old Daoist apparently understood Wang Hao’s underlying meaning:

"Hao’Er, the chaotic times have come; with one more person, there is more strength. Our human race should not kill each other anymore."

Wang Hao pursed his lips.

Are they going to kill me, and I should offer my head for them to chop off?

But he didn’t argue with the old Daoist.

There’s no point!

The old Daoist was nearing death, so just let him leave happily.

He must decide his own path ahead.

"Sigh..."

The old Daoist sighed, and a ray of golden light shot out from the coffin, entering Wang Hao’s forehead.

Wang Hao did not resist, or even guard against it.

Within his Sea of Consciousness, there is a golden bell suppressing everything, making any soul attacks ineffective. Attempting to seize his body is a sure way to die.

"Hao’Er, hold your breath and focus, and accept the inheritance."

The old Daoist’s voice echoed in Wang Hao’s mind.

Without hesitation, Wang Hao sat cross-legged and began to accept the inheritance.

The Maoshan Paper-cutting for Soldiers technique was renowned even in ancient times.

Once cultivated to its peak, one can cut paper into human forms, extract the living soul to merge within, indistinguishable from a living person, and display all the skills they had in life.

Marvelously profound.

However, to achieve such a realm, one’s own cultivation must also keep up.

"Hao’Er, many Maoshan magical artifacts were taken to ward off the Demon Realm, only the Three Pristine Bell was left to suppress the sect’s luck."

The old Daoist’s voice slowly resonated in Wang Hao’s ears.

The bell, floating above the coffin, slowly flew toward Wang Hao.

This bell was over twenty centimeters in height, with a diameter of less than ten centimeters, structured into a handle and a bronze bell; the handle being sword-shaped, resembling a mountain character.

Wang Hao had seen many similar items on television.

However, none shone with golden light, radiating divine brilliance like this one.

"Your strength is too weak now. A magical treasure of Three Pristine Bell’s level won’t recognize you as its master.

I’ll temporarily place it here. When you feel capable and need it, you can come to retrieve it."

"Disciple obeys."

Wang Hao could only agree reluctantly.

"You should comprehend well here. My life is nearing its end. I will use a Secret Technique to forcibly retain a breath of Spiritual Qi and enter a slumber.

If you encounter an opponent you can’t handle in the future, lead him here and awaken me, I’ll kill him for you."

The old Daoist left his last words, and then there was no more sound.

Wang Hao opened his eyes and looked at the coffin, his gaze complex.

This old Daoist....

Though he didn’t hold much of a mentor-disciple sentiment for him, he greatly respected people like him.

Nowadays, people are too selfish, most are extreme egoists.

Wang Hao, himself included.

After all, if a person does not think for himself, heaven and earth will destroy him.

But deep down, he admired those who were willing to burn themselves for the common people, who were willing to sacrifice for their beliefs, those with a grand sense of righteousness.

They are worthy of respect!

"Let me now see what profound Daoist Skill is hidden within this Sect Leader Token!"

Wang Hao placed his fingers like a sword and lightly touched his index finger.

A drop of blood fell onto the token.

In the next moment, he established a connection with the token.

"Wow! This Daoist Skill is actually..."

As he perused the Daoist Skill within, even though Wang Hao was mentally prepared, he couldn’t help but widen his eyes.