On The Path Of Cultivation To Become God

Butler Wan continued, his voice filled with admiration.

"Hahaha, excellent!" Old Ming was genuinely impressed by the young man's skills and deeply grateful for his help.

"Make sure that we express our utmost gratitude to him," the old man instructed Butler Wan.

Butler Wan nodded in agreement and assured the old man, "Of course, master. I will personally convey our gratitude to the young man and ensure that he is rewarded."

The old man smiled warmly.

"We need to make sure that we are on good terms with someone with such remarkable abilities," he said, his eyes twinkling with appreciation.

Butler Wan nodded in agreement, understanding the importance of forming a good relationship with individuals of extraordinary abilities.

Not to mention, Chen Tian was still young.

Maybe in the future, the Ming family will have a connection with a grandmaster Martial Artist.

The old man's keen observation further solidified his belief that they should do everything in their power to cultivate a strong relationship with the young man.

Thinking deeply, the old man looked at Butler Wan and then said, "Now that I'm fine, I think I should know how the preparations for the Grand Exploration are coming along."

Old man Ming spoke in a serious tone, his eyes fixed on Butler Wan.

He knew that the Grand Exploration was not only an opportunity, but also a chance for the Ming family to establish their name in the martial arts world.

The success of their preparations would determine if the Ming family would rise to become one of the most prominent forces in the martial arts world or fade into obscurity.

Hearing his master's question, Butler Wan's expression changed.

A change that the old man, Ming, immediately noticed. His eyes narrowed as he waited for Butler Wan's response, sensing that something was wrong.

The fate of the Ming family rested on this crucial moment, and the old man's gaze bore into Butler Wan, silently waiting for his response.

"Wan, speak up!" The old man commanded, his voice filled with urgency and anxiety.

"Sigh..." Butler Wan sighed heavily, the weight of the situation pressing down on him.

He knew that his answer would piss off the old man, Ming.

With a deep breath, he finally spoke, his voice steady but filled with regret.

"Master, I'm afraid the news I bring is not what you had hoped for. Because of your sudden illness, the Zhu family took that chance and attacked our family disciples, and now we are short on spots for the Grand Exploration."

"Fucking Bastards!!" Old Ming roared, his face turning red with anger.

The air in the room grew tense, and Butler Wan braced himself for the inevitable explosion of his master.

He had expected this reaction, but it still stung to see the anger in his master's eyes.

Butler Wan was ashamed.

He knew that he had let his master down, and the weight of that knowledge was almost unbearable.

After a tense silence, Butler Wan gathered his courage and spoke up. "Master, I understand your disappointment, and I take full responsibility for the oversight. I will do everything in my power to rectify the situation and secure spots for the Grand Exploration."

Old Ming's anger seemed to soften slightly as he listened to his loyal butler's sincere apology.

Deep down, he knew that Butler Wan wasn't at fault for this.

That despicable Zhu family had deliberately sabotaged their chances of participating in the Grand Exploration.

Old Ming clenched his fists, vowing to seek revenge and restore his family's honor.

"Do you think that the old bastard of the Zhu family is responsible for my curse?" Old Ming came to realize that Zhu family may have planned for everything.

As the realization hit him, Old Ming's anger surged even further.

"I'm not 100% sure, but I wouldn't be surprised if the Zhu family had a hand in it," Butler Wan exclaimed.

"They have always been jealous of our Ming family's success and will stop at nothing to bring us down."

"Huh, now what? How many spots are we still missing?" The old Ming muttered, frustration evident in his voice.

"From the five spots that we have, three have already been assigned to the best disciples that we could find, but we are still missing two people to form a team," Butler Wan replied, his tone filled with worry.

"We have searched for any potential disciple but couldn't find anyone good to join. All those that could participate are injured or not up to the standards we require," Butler Wan continued, his voice tinged with disappointment.

"It seems like the enemy's sabotage has left us with limited options." The old man's face hardened as he clenched his fists.

"We cannot let their plan work."

"Master, if I could speak something on my mind," Butler Wan interjected respectfully,

"Hm? Yes, go ahead," the old man replied, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"Why don't we let the young Miss participates this time? She has been training diligently and has shown great potential. It could be a chance for her to prove herself and contribute to our cause." Butler Wan suggested.

"No!" The Old Man Ming shook his head immediately, his expression filled with concern. "I cannot risk her safety. The Grand Exploration is far too dangerous, and she is not yet ready."

Butler Wan nodded in understanding, his eyes sighing in disappointment. "I understand your concern, Master.

However, I truly believe that the young Miss has what it takes to rise to the occasion.

Perhaps we can also let the young Miss invite the young man that helped cure your illness."

The old Ming considered Butler Wan's suggestion for a moment, his wrinkled brows furrowing in deep thought.

After a pause, he finally spoke, his voice filled with uncertainty.

"Bringing my granddaughter into such a place does pose some risks, those kinds of places are not known for their stability. And inviting a young man who is a stranger into our family affairs could also bring unforeseen consequences."

Old Ming sighed heavily, his worry evident in his eyes. However, he couldn't deny the logic of Butler Wan's suggestion. The young man had proven himself trustworthy.

'If that young man could really join the team, I could worry less about my granddaughter's safety and have a Divine Level Martial Artist helping to protect her,' Old Ming thought to himself.

Despite his initial reservations, he realized that the benefits of having the young man's assistance far outweighed the risks.

With a newfound sense of determination, Old Ming turned to Butler Wan and said, "You're right, Wan.

We shall extend an invitation to him and see if he is willing to join our family in that event."

Butler Wan nodded in agreement.

"Shall we let the young Miss invite him?" Butler Wan asked Old Ming, who pondered for a moment before responding, "Yes, I believe it would be best coming from her.

She has shown great interest in his abilities, and perhaps her invitation will hold more weight."

Butler Wan nodded again, acknowledging Old Ming's reasoning. "

It would be wise to invite Chen Tian to join them in this grand exploration.

It was like sending a level 100 player against a level 10 player, since all those participating in the event were only the young generation of the family.

The Old Man believed that no one in the Young Generation could reach the Divine Martial Artist level yet.

He also knew that his granddaughter would be happy to participate in such a prestigious event and showcase her skills.

She had been asking him for an opportunity to prove herself, but the old man always rejected her requests, thinking that she was not ready to face that kind of place yet.

Every time there was a grand exploration, the place was filled with highly dangerous things that even a Divine Martial Artist wouldn't dare face.

That's why the old man didn't want his granddaughter to go there.

But it was also a place where opportunities abounded and where legends were made.

The old man knew the best, because if he hadn't gone inside one of those palaces when he was young, he wouldn't have reached such a level of Martial art.

The family couldn't miss on such an opportunity because it could mean that another one of the young generation could reach the level of a divine martial artist.

A divine Martial Artist was the backbone of the family.

The Ming family only had three: Butler Wan and his son, the current patriarch of the Ming family.

"I hope everything goes well," the old man thought, his wrinkled hands clasped tightly together.

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Thanks for reading.

I will be reposting my other story, The God System: The Path Beyond Heavens.

By changing it from the first-person perspective to the third-person perspective.