Ye Xiaofeng Successfully Took a Master

Even with Ning Rongrong's assistance earlier, Han Lei and Lin Fei had only barely managed to withstand Ye Xiaofeng's Self-Created Soul Skill. They were still seriously injured, though Han Lei was slightly better off than Lin Fei.

"The match has officially ended. The champion of this sect tournament is Ye Xiaofeng, second place goes to Han Lei, and third place goes to Lin Fei," Hall Master Lei announced as he looked over the final results.

Hall Master Lei was not overly surprised that Ye Xiaofeng had taken first place, though some people were gritting their teeth in resentment. As for Han Lei taking second place, Lin Fei had no objections. He had already lost his fighting strength, and even injured, Han Lei was stronger than him.

"Thank you, Young Sect Master," Han Lei and Lin Fei hurriedly said as they bowed to Ning Rongrong.

"No need for formalities. Even if I hadn't intervened, Hall Master Lei would have. After all, you are all the sect's hope." Ning Rongrong did not take it too seriously.

"Now, let us invite the Sect Master to present the awards." Hall Master Lei looked toward Ning Fengzhi on the main platform.

"Winners, please come forward to receive your prizes," Hall Master Lei said from beside the platform. Ye Xiaofeng and the other two slowly walked to the front of it.

"Third place, Lin Fei. The sect awards you a ten-cubic-meter Soul Guiding Device Storage Ring and one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins." At Hall Master Lei's words, the contestants present began to stir, their eyes filled with envy.

"Second place, Han Lei. The sect awards you a fifty-cubic-meter Soul Guiding Device Storage Ring and five hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins."

"This tournament's champion, Ye Xiaofeng. The sect awards you a one-hundred-cubic-meter Soul Guiding Device Storage Ring and one million Gold Soul Coins, along with one additional request within the sect's power to fulfill."

None of the contestants had expected the rewards to be so generous. Some regretted that they had not been stronger, and seeing such rewards naturally made them green with envy.

Ning Fengzhi personally distributed the prizes. Seeing the longing in the eyes of the contestants below, he smiled faintly.

"All contestants, do not be too discouraged. Today, I will make an exception and grant each of you Gold Soul Coins. I hope you will continue striving and serve the sect even better." Ning Fengzhi smiled at the people below. To him, this amount of money was nothing. What he needed was to win people's hearts.

"We swear our undying loyalty to the sect!" everyone below shouted. They had not expected to receive an additional generous reward.

"Ye Xiaofeng, what request do you have? You may make it to me," Ning Fengzhi said, turning to look at him.

"Reporting to the Sect Master, could we speak somewhere privately?" Ye Xiaofeng asked, forcing himself to speak.

"Come with me." Ning Fengzhi turned and left, with Ye Xiaofeng following behind him.

"Everyone, disperse. Go take care of your own business," Hall Master Lei hurriedly said. Since Ye Xiaofeng wanted a private discussion, there was no need for him to follow.

The other contestants were delighted. The Gold Soul Coins were enough to cover several years of expenses, or they could use the money to buy something better at an auction house.

Ye Xiaofeng followed the Sect Master to the meeting room. Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo stood at either side, and Ning Rongrong had naturally come along as well.

"Ye Xiaofeng, you may speak now," Ning Fengzhi said with a smile.

"This disciple hopes that Senior Chen Xin will accept me as his disciple," Ye Xiaofeng said, once again forcing himself to speak.

"Kid, you really have the nerve to ask for the moon. What do you think a Titled Douluo is? You think he'll take you as a disciple just because you ask?" Bone Douluo was the first to object, rushing to speak. He was still bitter about being swindled out of fifty million Gold Soul Coins.

"That is not for me to decide. You should ask Sword Uncle for his opinion." Even as the Sect Master, Ning Fengzhi could not order the two elders to do things they did not wish to do.

"What makes you qualified to have Grandpa Sword take you as his disciple?" Ning Rongrong was unhappy as well. On the way here, Bone Douluo had secretly told her quite a few bad things about Ye Xiaofeng through voice transmission.

"Young Sect Master, the sword in my hand is my qualification," Ye Xiaofeng said coldly.

"Grandpa Sword can accept you as a disciple, but you must promise that you will devote your entire life solely to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect." Ning Fengzhi had initially wanted to tell his daughter not to speak carelessly, but she was right. If Ye Xiaofeng was truly willing to pledge loyalty to the sect, then even if Sword Uncle was unwilling, he would shamelessly ask Sword Uncle himself, and Sword Uncle would agree.

"Impossible." Ye Xiaofeng refused without hesitation. He did not want to be bound by such conditions for the rest of his life.

"What did you say?" Ning Rongrong glared at Ye Xiaofeng angrily. Even Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo frowned slightly.

"A great man is born between heaven and earth. How can he live forever in gloomy submission beneath another?" Ye Xiaofeng said coldly again.

"So you mean to get something for nothing?" Ning Rongrong said disdainfully.

"Sect Master, Young Sect Master, if you grant my request today, then as long as I, Ye Xiaofeng, am here, I can ensure that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will prosper for a thousand years," Ye Xiaofeng said confidently.

"And if we refuse?" Ning Rongrong understood Ye Xiaofeng's strength, but he was not someone she could control.

"If you cannot agree, then I will leave the sect immediately." Ye Xiaofeng had joined the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in order to study the sword under Sword Douluo. If his wish could not be fulfilled, he would not stay.

"Kid, what kind of place do you think the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is? Do you think you can come and go as you please?" Bone Douluo lightly twisted his hand in midair. Ye Xiaofeng was lifted into the air, as if an invisible hand were choking his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"I heard that the Sect Master was a man of great talent. I never expected that, upon meeting you, you would prove to be nothing more than a narrow-minded fool," Ye Xiaofeng said angrily.

"I will accept you as my disciple. But remember what you just said." Sword Douluo's words interrupted everyone's thoughts. Chen Xin had wanted to take him as a disciple, but Ye Xiaofeng's words had angered the others. The only option was to make Ye Xiaofeng guarantee that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would not decline for a thousand years.

"Then we shall follow Sword Uncle's wishes." Ning Fengzhi had wanted to see whether Ye Xiaofeng would submit under Bone Uncle's pressure. Since Sword Uncle had agreed, he could not say anything further.

To Ning Fengzhi, Ye Xiaofeng had to either be absorbed into the sect or won over; he absolutely could not become an enemy. Ye Xiaofeng's future achievements would not fall below those of Sword Douluo. The best course now was to win him over.

When Ye Xiaofeng saw Bone Douluo release him, he did not immediately bow to take a master. He was still thinking about his own affairs.

"Sect Master, this disciple has one more matter," Ye Xiaofeng said awkwardly.

"Kid, don't go too far. Even if he accepts you as a disciple, you can't be allowed to act however you please," Bone Douluo said unhappily, glaring at Ye Xiaofeng. He had not expected Ye Xiaofeng to keep pushing his luck.

"What else is it?" Ning Fengzhi looked at Ye Xiaofeng in confusion.

"It's like this. Earlier, this disciple won a little money betting at the Great Soul Arena. I am alone and powerless, so I hope the Sect Master can help me," Ye Xiaofeng hurriedly explained.

"It's only a small matter. You can ask Hall Master Lei to help you." Ning Fengzhi had not understood what Ye Xiaofeng meant and genuinely thought it was only a small sum. He had many affairs to attend to, and having a hall master handle such a matter counted as agreeing to help Ye Xiaofeng.

Ye Xiaofeng looked awkwardly at Ning Fengzhi. Bone Douluo's face immediately flushed red. The fifty million he had lost had become "a little money" in Ye Xiaofeng's eyes, while Sword Douluo looked at Bone Douluo with undisguised amusement.

"Why are you still standing here?" Ning Fengzhi looked at Ye Xiaofeng. He had already agreed, yet Ye Xiaofeng remained unmoved.

"Kid, you're pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth. This won't be easy. That little money you mentioned is a hot potato," Bone Douluo said. He understood that Ye Xiaofeng wanted to collect money from the Great Soul Arena and needed someone powerful to back him up.

"Sect Master, as long as you agree to help, after it is done, I am willing to pay the sect two hundred million," Ye Xiaofeng said, quickly throwing out the bait when he saw an opportunity.

"Are you planning to rob the Great Soul Arena blind?" Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly. He was not short on money, but two hundred million was no small sum.

"Kid, you're quite the businessman. Tell me honestly, how much did you win that time?" Bone Douluo still refused to let Ye Xiaofeng off.

"This disciple did not win much. Only five or six hundred million, give or take." Ye Xiaofeng scratched his head and smiled harmlessly at Bone Douluo.

"Hm." Ning Fengzhi frowned. Ye Xiaofeng was so young, yet he had used so much money for betting and had won so much. No wonder he wanted to board Ning Fengzhi's great ship.

"Heavens!" Ning Rongrong hurriedly covered her mouth in shock. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was wealthy, but even it could not casually produce five or six hundred million at once.

"Of course, if the two elders are also willing to support this junior, I am willing to pay each of you one hundred million as thanks." Seeing that Sect Master Ning still did not react and seemed to be considering something, Ye Xiaofeng threw out another temptation.

"Kid, why aren't you kneeling to acknowledge your master yet? We're all family now, so why be so distant?" The moment Bone Douluo heard that he could receive one hundred million too, his attitude immediately changed.

If Ye Xiaofeng gave him one hundred million as thanks, not only would he recover the fifty million he had lost before, but he would also gain another fifty million. That would be enough to save face.

"This disciple, Ye Xiaofeng, pays respects to Master." Hearing the implication in Bone Douluo's words, Ye Xiaofeng realized it was settled and immediately knelt on one knee before Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

"No need for formalities. There is no need to be constrained by such worldly etiquette." Having reached his level, Sword Douluo Chen Xin had long seen through such things.

"Congratulations, Master. You have successfully taken a master. Soul Power Level increased by 5."

The voice of Xiao Bing from the Heavenly Mystery System sounded again. Ye Xiaofeng greatly disliked this damned system. It only appeared when he completed a task, exchanged a few brief words with him, and then went silent again. He could not contact it himself.

"Since that is the case, Sword Uncle will handle this matter." Ning Fengzhi had also been tempted by Ye Xiaofeng's offer. Even if the Great Soul Arena was backed by the imperial family, they still had to pay after losing.

Four hundred million was no small sum. Helping Ye Xiaofeng once would cost them nothing. Why not?

At that moment, Hall Master Lei entered and said with a smile, "Reporting to the Sect Master, the banquet is ready."

"Hm." Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly, and everyone then headed to the dining hall.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, we have found out. Ye Xiaofeng was behind everything," Luo Shaotian reported to Xue Qinghe with his head lowered.

"Have you uncovered Ye Xiaofeng's identity?" Xue Qinghe looked coldly at Luo Shaotian.

"Not yet. We have only discovered that Ye Xiaofeng arrived in the imperial capital not long ago and then stayed at the Heavenly Human World Inn. Later, Ye Xiaofeng won twice at the Great Soul Arena. We do not know how Shopkeeper Li found out, but then the two of them joined forces to trap us," Luo Shaotian continued, seeing the look in His Highness the Crown Prince's eyes. He felt as though Xue Qinghe wanted to chop him into meat paste and feed him to dogs.

"Go to the Heavenly Human World Inn tonight and secretly dispose of both of them," Xue Qinghe said coldly to Luo Shaotian. Only by eliminating those two could they stop the Great Soul Arena's losses.

"It's already too late. The Heavenly Human World Inn has closed for business. This subordinate has also learned that Ye Xiaofeng has joined the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Shopkeeper Li is likely there as well," Luo Shaotian continued his trembling report.

"Luo Shaotian, do you know why I have not killed you and have allowed you to live?" Xue Qinghe asked through gritted teeth.

"Please spare my life, Your Highness!" Luo Shaotian hurriedly fell to his knees.

"Because killing you would dirty my hands. Ye Xiaofeng, I will remember you." Xue Qinghe poured all his anger and hatred onto Ye Xiaofeng.

"Go prepare the money." Xue Qinghe knew that now Ye Xiaofeng had joined the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, killing him was no longer possible. He would have to find another way.

"Your Highness, do we really have to pay?" Luo Shaotian asked uncertainly.

"Do you have a pig's brain?" The instant Xue Qinghe turned around, he slapped Luo Shaotian across the face. He had not expected Luo Shaotian to be so foolish. With the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect backing Ye Xiaofeng, could he refuse to pay?

Stars flashed before Luo Shaotian's eyes. His face burned with pain, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but this was not the time to care about that. As long as he survived, one slap from Xue Qinghe was nothing.

"I'll handle it right away." Luo Shaotian scrambled and crawled out of the room.