The Duty of a Master

An Bulang's eyes went hazy for an instant, then suddenly cleared. He glared and shouted.

His shout scattered even the strange, faint fragrance drifting through the room.

Ji Yinyin took a step back, her little mouth pouting, her face full of disappointment. She murmured, "What... you saw through it after all... Looks like my cultivation is still too shallow. I need to work hard and cultivate properly..."

As she spoke, an inexplicable fighting spirit surged up in her again. "Master, don't worry! I'll definitely work hard!"

Seeing Ji Yinyin like this, An Bulang nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Don't worry? You call this something I can be worried-free about? How am I supposed to not worry?!

And what do you mean, work hard and cultivate diligently?

I taught you immortality cultivation and took you as my disciple, and this is how you repay me—by trying to sleep with me?

I don't want a disciple like this! Whoever wants her can take her away!!

An Bulang ranted wildly in his heart, but his face remained stern and imposing. "Tell me, who did you learn this kind of technique from? I don't recall teaching you such a despicable art!!"

Ji Yinyin looked aggrieved as she explained, "You only taught me the Yin-Yang Feather Ascension Art, not any techniques. I'm eager to learn, so I learned a practical technique from Sister Wu Wanyue..."

An Bulang felt his head throb. Eager to learn, my ass. Learning a practical technique, my ass. Aren't you embarrassed saying that?

The first technique Ji Yinyin had learned was not one for fighting enemies, but one for seducing her master...

Such a disciple with no ambition for progress was actually An Bulang's first disciple...

If word got out, this girl would make him lose every last shred of face!!

"You are not allowed to use that technique again. Otherwise, you will no longer be my disciple!" An Bulang shouted sternly.

It was the first time Ji Yinyin had seen An Bulang so serious. She was frightened at once, timid as a little kitten. She looked at An Bulang, then obediently nodded.

Seeing Ji Yinyin like this, An Bulang finally let out a soft sigh. "All right. I didn't teach you any techniques before because your realm was too low. But your progress has been rather fast. You reached the Profound Body Third Layer in only a few days, so you can start learning a technique now... I'll teach you."

"Then... can you still take me with you?" Ji Yinyin looked at An Bulang pitifully. If anyone else learned that an expert like An Bulang was going to teach them a technique, they would have been ecstatic beyond words. Yet she seemed not to have heard it at all. She had not been led astray and remained fixated on the earlier matter.

"This..." An Bulang hesitated.

Ji Yinyin's aptitude was considered peerless in the mortal world, but in An Bulang's eyes, it was truly ordinary. Before, he had merely wanted to casually change Ji Yinyin's life. He had not intended to keep bringing her along.

Seeing An Bulang like this, Ji Yinyin bit her lower lip tightly and said softly, "I won't ask to devote my body to you anymore. Just let me serve you like an ox or a horse, all right?"

"I won't ask to warm your bed anymore. Let me wash your clothes and cook for you, all right?"

"Wash clothes and cook?!" An Bulang recalled Ji Yinyin's excellent cooking. Perhaps she could be properly trained. He was far too lazy, and having someone help him with miscellaneous chores seemed rather nice.

"Sigh... fine... But you have to behave..." An Bulang yielded.

He still wanted to say something, but an excited cheer from the girl had already rung out in the room.

"Yay!!!"

"Brother Bulang is the best!!"

The girl threw herself into An Bulang's arms, her warm fragrance filling his embrace.

"Don't take advantage of me. If you do this again, I won't take you with me!" An Bulang scolded angrily.

"Yes, yes, yes!" The girl released the arms around An Bulang's neck and smiled like a blooming flower.

And just like that, An Bulang gained a little follower.

At the martial arts arena within the royal palace.

Ji Hongxue had sent away irrelevant people such as the Imperial Guards and the cultivator Attendants.

An Bulang and Ji Yinyin arrived at the center of the martial arts arena and began practicing techniques.

Ji Yinyin's cultivation realm was still advancing by leaps and bounds. This was actually all thanks to the Water-Fire Spiritual Root that had accumulated within her body for more than a decade.

The Water-Fire Spiritual Root could independently absorb the natural power of the five elements and store it within itself.

Over those ten-plus years, how much power had it accumulated?

Previously, that water-fire power had received no guidance or development, so it had rampaged through her body, causing all kinds of abnormalities. It had even twisted her body and made her incomparably ugly. Now that the Water-Fire Spiritual Root had been developed to the fullest extent, the five-element power that had accumulated and clogged her body for over a decade was finally being truly utilized.

For a certain period of time, so long as Ji Yinyin cultivated correctly, her cultivation would inevitably rise at rocket speed.

Ji Hongxue was filled with emotion over this. She had originally thought that she alone was special among the Azure Kingdom's royal family, a cultivator with fairly good aptitude. Yet she had never expected that her plain-looking younger sister was the true big boss. Perhaps in the future, the entire Azure Kingdom might have to rely on her.

"You understand how to circulate spiritual energy through the body's meridians now, right?" An Bulang asked.

Ji Yinyin nodded. Otherwise, how did you think I pulled off that seduction technique? I cultivated so diligently back then just to learn that move!

"Then listen carefully," An Bulang said solemnly. "The move I'm teaching you is a technique suited to your current physique. It is called the Falling Phoenix Palm!"

As he moved his palm, he spoke. "The Dao realm: phoenix falls from the azure heavens, its empty flow lasting through ten thousand ages. First, draw spiritual energy into the body and divide it evenly into nine portions. Send one portion through the Earthwind Acupoint. After 0.3 spiritual breaths, send three portions along triangular paths through the Lightheart Acupoint, Bright Yang Acupoint, and Northstar Acupoint... Circulate the energy through the meridians according to Eight-Nine Spiritual Might, merge it with fire-element power, gather it in the palm, and finally use the separation-and-fusion method of the Starlight Dot Technique to unleash all nine layers of flame power at once!"

An Bulang casually struck out with his palm toward a wooden stake a hundred meters away.

Scorching, brilliant-red flame power burst from his palm, carving a searing, distorted trail of crimson fire through the air. The flames seemed to take the shape of a phoenix descending into the world. Amid the explosive blaze was a lofty, ethereal cry, and in that instant, the red radiance seemed even more dazzling than the sun in the sky.

Boom!!!

The next moment, the flames completely burned the wooden stake a hundred meters away into flying ash.

Ji Hongxue was awestruck.

Wu Wanyue, who was guarding the area in the distance while secretly peeking over, was also awestruck.

This technique was way too cool!!

An Bulang turned gracefully and looked at Ji Yinyin. "Do you understand?"

Ji Yinyin's eyes sparkled with stars. "I understand!"

She had mastered Wu Wanyue's seduction technique in less than half an hour. This Falling Phoenix Palm would take at most an hour to master!

Two hours later.

Under the scorching sun.

"Ji Yinyin, how many times do I have to tell you? Fuse the meridian-circulating energy according to the separation formula of the Starlight Dot Technique, and combine it with the atmospheric temperature to adjust your body to its most ideal state! Your error actually reached a terrifying one ten-thousandth!! You're this clumsy—are you a fucking idiot?!" An Bulang could not help cursing.

Ji Yinyin lay collapsed on the martial arts arena, her face full of utter hopelessness.

"Wuwuwu... I'm just trash!"

"I'm just garbage!!"

"I don't deserve to live in this world!!"

After cultivating for two hours, her palms were smoking, yet she still could not shoot out a single flame.

Yes, she had fallen into a state of despair. Her body's various reactions went like this.

Brain: Easy.

Eyes: Simple.

Hands: You two can go fart.

An Bulang exploded.

Ji Yinyin despaired...