The legendary warrior

Chapter 1410 Taking On Wayne As His Disciple

'Ricky's grasp of casting is so incredible that he has even surpassed many Sage Level casting masters. What a talented young man!'

Wayne ruminated silently as he gazed at Ricky's countenance, which seemed to glow as he cast the weapon.

This was a novel experience. He had admired none of the casting geniuses from the younger generation, but he couldn't help but look up to Ricky.

In addition, Wayne belonged to the Short Human tribe, and he was a casting genius himself. Thus, he observed a lot of exceptional qualities in Ricky's casting just now, things that ordinary people might have missed.

It was unbelievable that Ricky had cast such a flawless Demi-sage Level weapon, and to think that he had done it in one take.

In Wayne's experience, he needed at least three tries to cast a weapon, but he had never created something as perfect as this one.

He believed most Sage Level casting masters couldn't compare to Ricky. Indeed, he was one of a kind.

"Ricky is amazing! His cultivation and casting skills are both exceptional!"

the Fourth Mister muttered in awe.

"Do you think he has what it takes to be the Misty South Palace's First Mister after our lord? That position has long been vacant, and I think he will be an excellent successor,"

Neil offered.

"Well, that has nothing to do with his casting. We'll have to see how his fighting power fares,"

replied the Fourth Mister.

"This proves that the First Deputy Chief is an exceptional judge of character. Ricky's casting level is far superior to any of the Short Human tribe's talents."

The numerous saints hiding in the void all agreed with his statement. They had all seen Ricky's merit, after all.

"Well, well, well...

Ricky, you seem to enjoy this kind of attention very much!"

the Dragon Intent Grass kidded him through telepathy.

"Ha! Not really. This has happened to me so often that I've gotten used to it,"

Ricky smugly replied to the Dragon Intent Grass, smirking lightly.

Of course, he was merely pretending.

It was true that he had gone through this many times, but it only strengthened his mind. At this point, he was not easily pleased by these gains.

"You are so full of yourself!"

the Evil Mandragora grunted.

"Ha-ha! I was just kidding. I'm just looking forward to how many cultivation resources I will earn from this,"

Ricky remarked, sounding very nonchalant.

Just as he expected, his performance left all those warriors suspended in their disbelief. After a few moments, they recuperated and immediately took out casting materials, surrendering them to Ricky so he could cast weapons for them.

But Ricky didn't accept all of them. He only took the casting materials of two hundred warriors.

He couldn't accept all of them because he needed time to cultivate.

To Ricky's pleasant surprise, many female disciples even tried to charm him with their beauty as they asked for his help in casting, thinking that their feminine wiles would drive him to prioritize them.

But before Ricky could refuse them, Claire and Amelia stepped in and refused them frostily.

"This is pretty neat!

I guess casting is a good way to win women's hearts!"

remarked Ricky with an obscene smile as he settled back into his place with the girls.

Of course, Claire and Amelia clearly heard him. "Do you want to die?"

they asked, glaring sharply.

Before long, Ricky was ready to enter the casting stage. He wasn't anxious, but he tried to mentally prepare himself because he had two hundred Demi-sage Level weapons waiting for him to create. He might be a genius, but that amount still put a lot of pressure on him. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

He initially intended for Shirley to help him melt the casting materials in the Chaotic Fire Zone, but his plan didn't push through since she was also cultivating in his Chaotic Fire Zone.

"Ricky, I have an idea. Why don't you use the Time-accelerating Skill to increase your time? It can slow the flow of reality, which will give you more time, and it has the added benefit of helping you comprehend the time power steadily and with a much better depth,"

suggested the Dragon Intent Grass.

"That's a good idea," Ricky readily agreed.

But before he could say anything, Wayne suddenly arrived for an unexpected visit.

"Oh, hello, Young Master Wayne! It's nice to see you.

What brings you here?"

Ricky greeted him warmly.

"Pease, don't call me that. I can't have you, of all people, referring to me as young master,"

protested Wayne. His lips curled in displeasure when he heard how Ricky addressed him.

"Ha-ha! Wayne it is then. So, what can I do for you today?"

Now that the pleasantries were over, Ricky went straight to the point.

He intended to play well with the Short Human tribe.

After all, they had so many casting skills that he looked forward to picking up.

"All right, I won't beat around the bush..."

Wayne started, sounding slightly nervous, but he forged ahead anyway. "I'd like to be your disciple."

"What?"

To say Ricky was shocked was an understatement. He gaped at Wayne in disbelief and rubbed his ears as if he couldn't believe what he had heard.

After all, how could an elite talent from the Short Human tribe want to be his disciple?

It was unthinkable! He knew that many people wouldn't even consider him qualified for the part.

And indeed, it was a strange choice, seeing as the Short Human tribe had many Sage Level casting masters in their ranks.

If anybody told Wayne in advance that he would come up with this idea, he wouldn't believe it either. He was an arrogant man, and he thought his casting skills were superior to all. So why would he want to be Ricky's disciple? But it, in fact, had come to pass.

"Wayne, are you sure you're not dreaming? Or maybe, I am dreaming..."

Ricky muttered, still sounding like he was in shock.

If it were any other warrior, he might have believed it easily, as surely, there must be some warriors out there who wanted him as their master. But he had not expected someone of Wayne's influence and caliber to request this of him.

"Ricky, I didn't believe it myself at first, but I trust my intuition. And it's pointing me in your direction,"

insisted Wayne earnestly. "The Short Human tribe's casting skills are indeed superior over any other casting skills.

But I still believe that your comprehension of casting is exceptional.

And someday, you will discover the perfect way of casting.

I, Wayne, consider casting as my life. I'm willing to bet all I have that you will surely step on the perfect way of casting."

After that, Wayne even volunteered to take a Martial Arts Oath, promising to follow Ricky all his life.

This oath caught Ricky off guard.

But he quickly recovered and accepted it wholeheartedly. He was a man with a firm mind, and he had to consider whether he should accept Wayne as his disciple or not.

"Dragon Intent Grass, Evil Mandragora, what do you think? Shall I take him as my disciple or not?"

Ricky asked through telepathy.

"Well, more importantly, what do you think?" the Dragon Intent Grass asked back.

"Since I want to get along well with the Short Human tribe, I should accept his proposal," Ricky answered matter-of-factly. "Of course, if I take him as my disciple, I will teach him everything I know.

I will treat Wayne as my disciple and as my friend."

"Then what are you waiting for? Say yes!" the Dragon Intent Grass prompted him.

"He only saw you casting once, but he readily made a Martial Arts Oath to be your disciple. You can see how determined and passionate about casting he is. And besides, he might be offended and think you're looking down on him if you don't accept him as your disciple.

One more thing! Although the Short Human tribe is known for being arrogant, they are still willing to learn, provided they encounter someone they could respect. I would say Wayne is the most suitable disciple for you.

You don't want your casting skills to be a secret you bring to the grave, do you?

By the way, if you accept a disciple, you will have one more faith energy."

"Since you've mentioned so many reasons, I have no reason to say no," Ricky finally said.

He then turned to Wayne. "To be honest, I didn't expect that I would someday have a disciple from the Short Human tribe," he said with a smile.

Hearing this, Wayne flashed him a bright smile of his own, grinning excitedly.

"Master!" he called out, declaring Ricky as his master.

"Oh, these beauties must be your girlfriends!" Wayne abruptly shifted focus as soon as he laid eyes on Claire and Amelia, who were standing behind Ricky.