Taking Ning Rongrong as a Disciple

Ye Feiyang took the Gold Coins and weighed them in his hand. There were a little over a hundred.

He curled his lip. "Hmph, at least you know what's good for you. If you dare come here and cause trouble again, I'll extort you properly!"

Flender's mouth twitched as he ranted inwardly. He was openly extorting money and still acting so righteous?

But circumstances were stronger than men. They could not beat him, so whatever he said went. They could only accept their loss.

Still, Flender's heart ached unbearably. The funds he had painstakingly accumulated by swindling... no, by working hard to recruit students, had all been extorted away!

Like an elder encouraging a junior, Ye Feiyang patted Flender on the shoulder. "Make money properly and work hard to develop the place. I'll come extort you again next time."

With that, he happily tucked away nearly a thousand Gold Coins and turned around, no longer paying attention to the disheveled Flender.

He called toward Zhu Zhuqing, "Zhu Qing, stop playing around! You've vented enough. Come back—we need to clean up and prepare the meal!"

Glancing at Dai Mubai, whose face had been beaten black and blue, Ye Feiyang felt that being a sparring partner was indeed quite painful.

"I really am hungry... and I still need to buy ingredients."

He muttered to himself. They had not even bought the ingredients yet, and precious time could not all be wasted on fighting.

Zhu Zhuqing was very obedient.

Especially since she thought Master had looked incredibly cool just now, slapping people and extorting money!

So she decided to follow his example.

Master had said: repay grudges with grudges. Never bottle them up. As long as you do not beat them to death, beat them as though you mean to kill them.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Sharp slaps rang out, accompanied by her cold curses. "Idiot! Filthy man! Coward! Pay up..."

After several crisp smacks, Dai Mubai's originally handsome face swelled red at a visible speed.

Zhu Zhuqing found the blood on his face too dirty for her hands, so she finished with a neat flying kick, accurately sending Dai Mubai back into Shrek Academy's courtyard.

After doing all that, Zhu Zhuqing felt the pent-up gloom in her heart vanish completely. She felt incomparably refreshed.

Beating up a scumbag really did improve her mood by a lot!

She no longer wanted to advance hand in hand with that man. She only felt that her brain must have been broken before.

Otherwise, why would she have wanted to find him?

What a pathetic man. Disgusting. Pah.

During this battle, she had truly experienced the power of those cultivation techniques. Fighting above her level felt wonderful.

Master had given all of this to her.

Mutually supporting Dai Mubai?

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

She brushed nonexistent dust from her hands and quickly returned to Ye Feiyang's side.

The icy aura she had displayed while beating Dai Mubai vanished the moment she saw Ye Feiyang, and she returned to looking like a slightly well-behaved girl.

"Master, the cultivation techniques you taught me are really incredible."

She leaned close to Ye Feiyang's ear and spoke excitedly in a low voice, unable to hide the joy and admiration on her face.

Ye Feiyang affectionately rubbed her soft hair. He could sense the change in her mindset.

It seemed that the bond between them had nearly been severed.

"You did well, but you still need to practice diligently in the future. Your potential is far greater than this."

"Still, you only told him to compensate you, yet you did not take back a single Gold Coin. You did not handle that well."

Zhu Zhuqing thought about it. She had merely talked big, then kicked him away.

She really had forgotten to search him.

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

Seemingly very pleased by Ye Feiyang's intimate approval as he patted her head, she nodded heavily like a cat being stroked the right way.

Before leaving, Ye Feiyang turned his gaze toward Xiao Wu, who had been watching from the side, and gave her a meaningful smile.

Xiao Wu instinctively looked away, her heartbeat inexplicably quickening.

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

Whether it was his overwhelming strength as he crushed a Soul Saint, or his shamelessly casual extortion, he always carried an effortless calmness.

He really... had looked handsome to her.

Comparing the two, a trace of annoyance rose in her heart. Why could Third Brother not give her this feeling of being powerful, dependable, and just a little bad?

He acted like a stuffy gourd all day.

All he knew was playing with grass, or tinkering with those hidden weapons for sneak attacks...

She had seen Ye Feiyang's martial soul too. It was also grass, so why could someone else make grass seem so domineering?

While Third Brother's could only wrap people up. Did he like bondage that much?

To be honest, Ye Feiyang's earlier words had already moved her somewhat.

She had also witnessed Zhu Zhuqing's fight firsthand. It had been truly dazzling—a Soul Grandmaster had actually suppressed a Soul Elder throughout the entire battle!

That was enough to prove that Ye Feiyang truly had the goods!

Although Dai Mubai had indeed been careless at first and lost the initiative, causing his defeat to spiral afterward, a loss was still a loss.

When Tang San saw Ye Feiyang cast that meaningful look toward Xiao Wu, nameless fury surged in his heart, along with a stifling sense of humiliation.

From the moment that man appeared until now, he had not even given Tang San a proper glance!

His gaze passed over Tang San and landed precisely on Xiao Wu. Such utter disregard was, in itself, an immense slight to the proud Tang San.

He roared silently in his heart. Ahhh—you just wait! One day, I'll stomp you beneath my feet!

He suddenly remembered a crucial detail and turned to ask Xiao Wu, "Xiao Wu, did you notice? That man's first soul ring was a purple thousand-year soul ring!"

Xiao Wu froze. She had been too busy staring at Ye Feiyang's face and bearing to pay attention to the color of his soul rings.

But upon further thought, such a thing happening to that man did not seem strange at all.

She stammered, "I-I think so..."

After answering, her thoughts shifted. She felt this was a good chance to test Tang San's attitude, so she asked naturally:

"Third Brother, everyone at this Shrek Academy combined couldn't even beat one Ye Feiyang. This place doesn't seem all that impressive. Do you still insist on joining?"

She cautiously watched Tang San's expression. "I think that Supreme Academy seems pretty amazing. What if we..."

Tang San's face immediately darkened, and he directly cut her off.

So that man was called Ye Feiyang? Xiao Wu actually knew that man's name was Ye Feiyang? He was furious.

Although he was also rather disappointed by Shrek Academy's performance, this was something his teacher, Yu Xiaogang, had solemnly instructed him to do.

Moreover, his teacher would soon come here to meet up with him.

"Xiao Wu, listen to me!"

Tang San's tone was resolute. "Teacher told us to join Shrek, so he must have his reasons. We only need to follow the arrangement."

"But, Third Brother..."

Xiao Wu tried to argue, citing what she had seen. "That Supreme Academy is truly different! Didn't you see how powerful his disciple was? That golden-haired white tiger fought you at the hotel last time. Do you think you could definitely beat him? But that sister in black could suppress him and beat him down!"

Those words were like a thorn piercing Tang San's heart.

He had no choice but to admit that Xiao Wu was speaking the truth.

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If he faced Zhu Zhuqing himself, without using external tools like hidden weapons and relying only on martial souls, the outcome would probably not look very good...

Yet deep within his heart, his trust and reverence for Yu Xiaogang prevailed.

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

Tang San was a man who respected his teacher, valued principles, and kept his promises. Since he had agreed to his teacher's request, he absolutely could not change his mind over a temporary difference in strength.

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

Looking at Tang San's determined profile, Xiao Wu thought for the first time that Tang San was being utterly unreasonable.

She knew she could not change his decision at all. Feeling somewhat dejected, she looked back toward Supreme Academy every few steps.

As she watched the three figures standing together—the man exceptionally handsome, the girls each possessing their own charm, like a harmonious and dazzling painting—intense envy rose in her heart.

Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong's mind had already been completely captured by Ye Feiyang.

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

All of it made her dizzy with fascination, completely conquering her.

She discovered that this powerful handsome man seemed to have an extraordinary interest in Gold Coins.

Then she looked down at herself. Her face practically had the words "great at writing checks" written all over it!

Could she use money to raise his affection for her?

Or even... buy him outright?

Just as she immersed herself in wild fantasies, weaving a script about a rich woman and her little war god husband, a clear, smiling voice sounded beside her ear:

"Miss Ning, sorry about that. I had to deal with a little incident and kept you waiting." Ye Feiyang greeted her with a gentle smile.

Ning Rongrong suddenly snapped back to her senses. As if her thoughts had been exposed, she hurriedly waved her hands, speaking so quickly she barely thought. "It's fine! It's fine! Hello! My name is Ning Rongrong, I'm twelve years old, my family has luxurious estates, my allowance is in the tens of millions, and there's even a major sect waiting for me to inherit it! The moment my father passes away, I'll inherit a fortune worth hundreds of millions!"

She took a deep breath, completely failing to notice Zhu Zhuqing's dumbfounded expression beside her, and continued at full force. "And! This young lady has been single since birth, and my private life is as clean as a blank sheet of paper! That thing and my first kiss are both factory-sealed! My ultimate dream is to become an auxiliary-system Titled Douluo! Increasing my lover's speed, strength, and attributes are all my specialties! At most, at most, I can accept having twelve children..."

"So,"

she concluded with ringing conviction, her eyes shining as she looked at Ye Feiyang, "Master, when are we getting married?"

Ye Feiyang: "..."

Zhu Zhuqing: "???"

Ye Feiyang was completely stunned. Even with his broad experience, he had never expected to hear such a shocking self-introduction.

He had come to take on a disciple, not to find a wife on a dating show!

Zhu Zhuqing was dumbfounded too. She had not known introductions could be done like this.

Other than not having Ning Rongrong's nation-level wealth in allowances and inheritance, did she not seem to meet every other condition too???

She ranted inwardly. If Ning Rongrong can accept it, then so can I! I can even work harder—thirteen children would be fine too.

All of a sudden, a strong sense of crisis rose in her heart.

If this Ning Rongrong, who knew how to throw money around, really became her junior sister, would she squeeze Zhu Zhuqing out of Master's heart entirely?

She could not be blamed for thinking that way. Even thinking such outrageous words in her heart made her cheeks burn. She simply could not say them aloud.

No, she could not even imagine something so specific and thorough!

Much less boldly declare it right in front of Master!

Ye Feiyang resisted the urge to rub his forehead and worked hard to maintain the composure expected of a teacher.

Expressionless, he directly chose selective amnesia. "Miss Ning, what did you say after that? The wind was too loud, so I didn't hear it clearly."

He cleared his throat, adopting a stern and serious expression as he formally extended his invitation. "Allow me to introduce myself again. My name is Ye Feiyang, and I am the dean of Supreme Academy. I greatly admire your talent and would like to invite you to become my disciple. Are you willing?"

Ning Rongrong seemed to hear the sound of her maiden heart shattering. She felt as if she had fallen out of love instantly!

She had laid out her family fortune and even her entire life plan. Was this man not supposed to love money most?

Could he really not be tempted at all?

Was taking this rich woman for himself not the most important thing he should be doing right now?

Become his disciple? If she became his disciple, could she later become a rebellious disciple who seduced her Master?

She even began seriously considering whether she should write home now and ask her father what he thought about premarital pregnancy.

After all, if she wanted twelve children, she needed to plan early...

After struggling for a long time, she looked at Ye Feiyang pleadingly and made one final effort. "Um, could I not be your disciple and be your girlfriend instead? The kind who covers food, lodging, bed-warming, and even pays you?"

Ye Feiyang's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.

What a filthy-minded world!

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

Did Ning Rongrong have some kind of serious illness too?

Of course she did. Being lovesick was an illness too!

Could one say such outrageous things in front of strangers?

Resisting a certain temptation, he put on a stern face and rejected her decisively. "Hm? You're unwilling? Then forget it. The door is over there. Help yourself!"

Ning Rongrong immediately panicked. This was not how the story was supposed to unfold! It was completely different from what she had imagined!

Forget it, forget it. She would become his disciple first. Once she became his disciple, everything could be discussed later!

She would write home afterward and ask her father whether the family had any particularly potent medicine.

"Ah! Hahahaha..."

She gave a dry laugh and hurriedly tried to recover. "Master, I was joking! I'll do it! I'll become your disciple right now! Master, please tell this disciple what I should do?"

Ye Feiyang grumbled inwardly. He had never seen someone take the bait so easily...

No, this was practically someone bringing their own rod and bait, desperately jumping into his fish basket!

It saved him quite a bit of breath.

Ah, another one conquered by my irresistible charm.

He sighed inwardly, but outwardly gave a deliberately stern cough. "Very well. In that case, offer tea to your Master."

Zhu Zhuqing softly reminded him, "Master, there doesn't seem to be any tea here."

"Ah? Is that so..."

Ye Feiyang's expression remained unchanged. "Water will do. It's only a ritual. The sentiment is what matters."

Zhu Zhuqing was very considerate. She found a clean cup from some corner, filled it with water, and handed it to Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong held the cup with both hands and respectfully offered it to Ye Feiyang. Her large eyes blinked as she delivered another startling line. "Master, please have some water! From now on, I'm your precious little disciple!"

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Ye Feiyang nearly choked on his own saliva. Even the hand that took the cup trembled. "Disciple, do not speak such nonsense! Fine. From today onward, you are the second Personal Disciple under my tutelage."

As he spoke, he produced another Sword Leaf Bracelet as though performing a magic trick.

"This is the token of identity for my Personal Disciples, and it is also a storage bracelet. Today, I grant it to you as a gift for becoming my disciple. Keep it safe. Take it."

She noticed that Zhu Zhuqing wore one of the same design on her wrist, so she accepted it directly.

Taking the bracelet, she turned it over and over in her hands with great curiosity, but did not put it on.

Ye Feiyang waited for a moment. When he did not hear the system prompt, he could not help urging her:

"Hurry and put it on. Only after completing this final step will the apprenticeship ceremony be complete."

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