King Of Magical Golems

{A/n: I couldn't think of a better title. Also, my story going another way than I previously imagined. I suddenly had enlightenment🤔😇 about this chapter and I decided to go on with it.}

I was walking back to my room with a sullen face. Ron looked at me confused.

"Hey, why the hell are you sad when you should be jumping around with joy." He looked clearly unsatisfied with my attitude.

"Well, I clearly expected a minimum of 9th grade but I only got 5-grade talent. Ah...well I guess its better than nothing." I was half-joking half-serious.

"Hey, stop with your perverted smile and tell me how to become a Formation Maker" I urged him as I was eager to earn more Spirit Stones.

"How the hell would I know? You should approach any Formation Master or Formation Grandmaster and become their disciple. But I suggest you become a Formation Grandmaster's disciple. With your talent, it will be easy for you. The only hard part is to find them." Ron said to me.

"Where can I find th_the hell?" I couldn't finish my original sentence as I was startled by someone suddenly appeared in front of me.

"Ahem, I heard that little friend was looking for a Formation Grandmaster? Well, it seems you are indeed lucky as I happen to a Formation Grandmaster. Is little friend interested in becoming my disciple." It was Elder Silas that suddenly appeared in front of me. When I looked at him I was reminded of the swindlers back in my modern world although I respected him a lot. Well, Ron clearly said Formation Grandmasters are hard to find but someone actually appeared from thin air in front of him.

'I guess I indeed have the luck that can overturn heaven itself.'