Taking Ning Rongrong as Disciple

Ye Feiyang took the gold coins and weighed them. There were about a hundred.

He pouted and said, "Hmph, you know what's good for you. If you dare cause trouble again, I'll definitely extort you severely!"

Flender's mouth twitched. He complained inwardly: Extorting money in public and being so righteous about it?

But circumstances were beyond his control. He couldn't win, so he had to accept whatever the other party said.

He just felt unbearable heartache. The funds he had painstakingly gathered through trickery... ah, no, through hard work recruiting students, were all extorted away now!

Ye Feiyang patted Flender's shoulder as if encouraging a junior. "Earn well, develop diligently, and I'll come back to extort you next time."

With that, he stuffed nearly a thousand gold coins into his pocket, feeling satisfied. He turned and left, no longer paying attention to the bewildered Flender.

He called out towards Zhu Zhuqing, "Zhuqing, stop playing! If you've vented enough anger, come back. It's time to clean up and prepare for dinner!"

He glanced at Dai Mubai, who was beaten black and blue, and Ye Feiyang felt that being a sparring partner was indeed quite painful.

"I'm really hungry... I still need to go buy ingredients."

He muttered to himself. He hadn't bought ingredients yet. He couldn't let precious time be wasted entirely on fighting.

Zhu Zhuqing was very obedient.

Especially since she felt her master's actions of slapping people and extorting money just now were incredibly cool!

So, she decided to follow suit.

Her master had said: Get revenge for grievances, don't hold it in. As long as they don't die, beat them to death.

"Slap, slap, slap!"

Crisp slapping sounds rang out, accompanied by her cold, low curses: "Idiot! Dog man! Coward! Pay up..."

After a few crisp sounds, Dai Mubai's originally handsome cheeks swelled up red at a visible rate.

Zhu Zhuqing disliked the blood and grime on his face dirtying her hands, so she finally delivered a clean, swift flying kick, accurately kicking Dai Mubai back into Shrek Academy's grounds.

After doing all this, Zhu Zhuqing felt the pent-up frustration in her heart completely dissipate. She felt incredibly refreshed.

Hitting scumbags really did make her feel much better!

She no longer wanted to join forces with this man. She only felt that her brain must have been broken before.

Otherwise, why would she have thought of coming to find this man?

Disgusting man, truly disgusting, spit.

In this battle, she truly felt the power of those cultivation techniques. Fighting beyond her level felt so good.

All of this was brought to her by her master.

Supporting each other with Dai Mubai?

No, no, no. She only wanted to support Ye Feiyang now.

She patted the non-existent dust off her hands and quickly returned to Ye Feiyang's side.

The fierce aura she had while beating people just now vanished without a trace the moment she saw Ye Feiyang. She returned to the appearance of a slightly well-behaved girl.

"Master, the cultivation technique you taught me is truly amazing."

She leaned close to Ye Feiyang's ear and said excitedly in a low voice, her face filled with unconcealed joy and admiration.

Ye Feiyang affectionately ruffled her hair, sensing the change in her mindset.

It seemed their bond had been severed significantly.

"You performed well, but you must practice diligently in the future. Your potential is far greater than this."

"However, you only made him pay and didn't get a single gold coin back. You didn't do well on this point."

Zhu Zhuqing thought about it. She had just been talking big and kicked him away.

She had indeed forgotten to search him.

"Ah, next time, next time I'll remember."

She seemed to truly enjoy this head-patting and affectionate approval from Ye Feiyang, nodding heavily like a little cat being petted.

Before leaving, Ye Feiyang's gaze turned towards Xiao Wu, who was watching from the side, leaving her with a meaningful smile.

Xiao Wu's eyes instinctively dodged away, her heart inexplicably speeding up.

Her gaze had never left Ye Feiyang from beginning to end.

Whether it was his overwhelming strength that crushed a Soul Sage, or his nonchalant and roguish way of extorting money, he always exuded an effortless calm and composure.

He was indeed... quite handsome.

In contrast, she couldn't help but feel a hint of annoyance: Why couldn't her third brother be like this – powerful, reliable, and a little bit wicked?

He was always like a silent book.

All he did was play with grass, or fiddle with those hidden weapons for sneak attacks...

She had also seen Ye Feiyang's Martial Soul. It was also grass, so why could his grass be so domineering?

While his third brother's only knew how to entangle. Did he really like playing with restraints that much?

Honestly, she was already a little moved by what Ye Feiyang had said earlier.

She had also personally witnessed Zhu Zhuqing's fight, which was truly outstanding. A Soul Grand Master was able to completely suppress a Soul Elder!

This was enough to prove that Ye Feiyang really had something special!

Although Dai Mubai was indeed careless and lost the initiative at first, leading to a complete collapse later, a loss is a loss.

When Tang San saw the meaningful look Ye Feiyang cast at Xiao Wu, a nameless rage ignited in his heart, and a feeling of suffocation and humiliation surged within him.

That man, from the moment he appeared until now, hadn't even looked him in the eye once!

His gaze swept past him, landing precisely on Xiao Wu. This utter disregard was, in itself, a tremendous insult to the proud Tang San.

He roared silently in his heart: Ahhh—just you wait! One day, I will trample you underfoot!

He suddenly remembered a crucial detail and turned to ask Xiao Wu, "Xiao Wu, did you notice just now? The man's first Soul Ring was a purple thousand-year Soul Ring!"

Xiao Wu was stunned. She had been too busy looking at Ye Feiyang's face and his overall demeanor to pay attention to the color of his Soul Rings.

But upon reflection, it didn't seem strange for such a thing to happen with that man.

She stammered in reply, "W-well, I think so..."

After answering, her mind turned, and she felt it was a good opportunity to test Tang San's attitude. So, she continued, "Third Brother, this Shrek Academy, with so many people combined, can't even defeat Ye Feiyang. It doesn't seem that great. Do you still insist on joining?"

She cautiously observed Tang San's expression. "I think that Supreme Academy is quite impressive. Why don't we..."

Tang San's expression instantly turned grim, and he directly interrupted her.

So that man's name is Ye Feiyang? And Xiao Wu actually knows his name? How infuriating.

Although he was quite disappointed with Shrek Academy's performance, this was something their teacher, Yu Xiaogang, had solemnly instructed them to do.

Moreover, it wouldn't be long before his teacher would come here to meet him.

"Xiao Wu, be obedient!"

Tang San's tone was resolute. "Teacher wants us to join Shrek for a reason. We just need to follow his arrangements."

"But Third Brother..."

Xiao Wu tried to push back, citing the evidence she had seen. "That Supreme Academy is truly different! Didn't you see how powerful their disciples are? That golden white tiger, he fought you at the hotel last time. Do you think you could have won against him? But that black-clothed sister could completely suppress him!"

These words struck Tang San like a thorn.

He had to admit that Xiao Wu was speaking the truth.

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If he were to face that Zhu Zhuqing, without using external means like hidden weapons, and relying solely on their Martial Souls, the outcome might not be very good...

However, deep down, his trust and reverence for his teacher, Yu Xiaogang, took precedence.

It was his teacher's theories that guided his cultivation. Without his teacher, there would be no Tang San today.

He, Tang San, was a person who respected his teacher and kept his promises. Since he had agreed to his teacher, he absolutely could not change his mind because of a temporary display of strength.

Therefore, Xiao Wu's opinion was rejected without hesitation.

Xiao Wu looked at Tang San's determined profile and, for the first time, thought Tang San was being unreasonable.

She knew she couldn't sway his decision at all and felt a sense of loss. She looked back towards Supreme Academy, taking three steps back while looking.

Looking at the three figures standing side-by-side – the man handsome and extraordinary, the young women each with their own grace – like a harmonious and dazzling painting, she couldn't help but feel a deep sense of envy.

Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong was completely captivated by Ye Feiyang.

His handsome, almost perfect appearance, his overwhelming charm, and his unfathomable strength...

All of it left her dazzled and completely subdued.

She noticed that this powerful and handsome young man seemed to have an unusual interest in gold coins.

Looking down at herself, her face clearly screamed, "I'm very good at writing checks!"

She wondered if she could use money to gain his favor?

Or even, buy him outright?

Just as she was lost in her wild fantasies, weaving a script of a wealthy woman and her handsome warrior husband, a clear, smiling voice sounded beside her ear:

"Miss Ning, I apologize for the wait. I had to handle a minor issue." Ye Feiyang greeted her with a gentle smile.

Ning Rongrong snapped back to reality, as if her thoughts had been exposed. She quickly waved her hands and spoke at a speed that barely registered, "It's okay! It's okay! Hello! My name is Ning Rongrong, I'm twelve years old, my family has mansions, my allowance is in the tens of millions, and I have a major sect waiting for me to inherit! As soon as my father passes away, I'll inherit billions!"

She took a deep breath, completely oblivious to Zhu Zhuqing's stunned expression beside her, and continued at full throttle, "Moreover! This young lady has been single since birth, and my private life is as clean as a blank sheet of paper! My virginity and first kiss are still intact! My ultimate dream is to become a Support-type Titled Douluo! Boosting my lover's speed, strength, and attributes are my specialties! At most, at most, I can accept having 12 children..."

"So,"

She concluded with a resounding statement, her eyes shining as she looked at Ye Feiyang, "Master, when are we getting married?"

Ye Feiyang: "..."

Zhu Zhuqing: "???"

Ye Feiyang was completely stunned. As knowledgeable as he was, he never expected to hear such a world-shattering self-introduction.

He was here to take on a disciple, not to find a wife on a dating show!

Zhu Zhuqing was also dumbfounded. She hadn't expected self-introductions could be played like this?

Apart from not having the inexhaustible pocket money and family fortune, she seemed to meet all the other conditions Ning Rongrong mentioned???

She inwardly grumbled, If Ning Rongrong can accept it, so can I! I can even be more competitive, I can accept thirteen too.

Suddenly, a strong sense of crisis washed over her.

If this money-wielding Ning Rongrong really became her junior sister, wouldn't she be completely squeezed out of her position in their master's heart?

It wasn't that she was overthinking. Even just thinking such bold words made her cheeks burn, and she couldn't possibly say them out loud.

No, it was hard for her to even think about such specific and comprehensive things!

Let alone making such a bold declaration in front of their master!

Ye Feiyang suppressed the urge to rub his forehead, doing his best to maintain the composure expected of a teacher.

He kept a blank expression and chose to selectively forget: "Miss Ning, what did you say after that? The wind was too strong, I couldn't hear clearly."

He cleared his throat, put on a serious and earnest expression, and formally extended the invitation: "Allow me to reintroduce myself. My name is Ye Feiyang, and I am the Dean of Supreme Academy. I deeply admire your talent and wish to invite you to become my disciple. Are you willing?"

Ning Rongrong felt as if she heard her maiden heart shatter. She felt instantly heartbroken!

She had laid out her entire fortune and plans for her future. Wasn't this man supposed to love money the most?

Was he not moved at all?

Wasn't capturing her, a rich woman, the most important thing he should be doing right now?

Taking on a disciple? Becoming his disciple, could she still become a rebellious disciple who defies her master later?

She even began to seriously consider: Should I write a letter home right now and ask my father what he thinks about getting pregnant before marriage?

After all, if I'm going to have 12 children, I need to plan ahead...

After struggling for a long time, she looked at Ye Feiyang with pleading eyes, making one last effort: "Uh, that, can I not be a disciple, but your girlfriend? The kind that covers food, housing, and a warm bed, and even pays extra?"

Ye Feiyang's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

What a world this is, hearts are so fickle!

At this moment, Ning Rongrong appeared to Ye Feiyang like a mango.

Does this Ning Rongrong also have some kind of serious illness?

Indeed, being lovesick is also a kind of illness!

Could such bold words be spoken in front of outsiders?

He suppressed a certain temptation, put on a stern face, and decisively refused: "Hmm? Not willing? Then forget it. The door is over there, please."

Ning Rongrong panicked. This plot development was all wrong! It was completely different from what she had imagined!

Never mind, I'll become a disciple first, and then we can talk about everything else!

I'll write a letter back home later to ask Dad if they have any medicine with particularly strong effects.

"Ah! Hahahahaha..."

She let out a dry laugh and quickly tried to salvage the situation, "Master, I was just kidding! I'll apprentice! I'll apprentice right now! Master above, please tell me what this disciple should do?"

Ye Feiyang muttered to himself, he had never seen someone so easily hooked...

No, this was like someone bringing their own fishing rod and bait, desperately jumping into his fishing net!

It saved him a lot of trouble.

Sigh, another one conquered by my elusive charm.

He lamented inwardly, but outwardly feigned seriousness and coughed lightly: "Hmm, since that's the case, then serve tea to your master."

Zhu Zhuqing, standing nearby, whispered, "Master, I don't think there's any tea here."

"Ah? Really..."

Ye Feiyang's expression didn't change, "Water will do too. It's just a ceremony, the sentiment is what matters."

Zhu Zhuqing was very thoughtful and found a clean cup from somewhere, poured water into it, and handed it to Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong cupped the water cup with both hands and respectfully handed it to Ye Feiyang. Her large eyes blinked, and she uttered words that shocked everyone: "Master, please drink! From now on, I'll be your little precious disciple!"

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Ye Feiyang almost choked on his own saliva. The hand holding the cup trembled slightly, "Disciple, don't speak nonsense! Alright, from today onwards, you are the second personal disciple under my tutelage."

After speaking, as if performing magic, he produced another Sword Leaf Bracelet.

"This item is the token of identity for my personal disciples, and it is also a storage bracelet. I bestow it upon you today as a disciple-acknowledging gift. Keep it well and accept it."

She noticed Zhu Zhuqing also had a matching one on her wrist, so she accepted it directly.

She took the bracelet and turned it over and over in her hands, her eyes full of novelty, but she hesitated to put it on.

Ye Feiyang waited for a moment, and when he didn't hear the system's prompt, he couldn't help but urge:

"Hurry up and put it on, completing this final step will make the disciple-acknowledging ceremony complete."