"Since you patted my belly, you're my disciple now," the middle-aged fat man said.
"Huh?" Little Fatty Liu Yangze was stunned. "You want me to pat yours back?"
"No," the middle-aged fat man refused with a shake of his head.
"Melons forced off the vine aren't sweet!" Little Fatty snapped.
"But they quench thirst." The middle-aged fat man smiled faintly. Then his expression changed, and he barked, "Kneel!"
As his voice fell, an enormous force descended directly upon Little Fatty.
Plop!
Little Fatty dropped straight to his knees.
But Little Fatty was tough too. He stiffened his neck and glared. "Even if you force my body to acknowledge you as its master, my heart still isn't with you!"
"Is that so?" The middle-aged fat man chuckled. Then he took out a crystal-clear fruit and waved it in front of Little Fatty.
"The Nine Yang Jade Marrow Fruit?!" Little Fatty's eyes widened instantly.
This fruit could cleanse the sinews and marrow of cultivators in the True Immortal Realm, raising their physical strength to another level. It was an exceedingly rare heavenly treasure!
But Little Fatty snorted. "I'm not the kind of person who bows for five pecks of rice. Don't even think about bribing me with this. We cultivators have our pride!"
"Oh? Then take another look." The middle-aged fat man grinned. The next moment, he swept out his wide sleeve, and several multicolored orbs of light floated before Little Fatty. "Become my disciple, and all of these will be yours."
"Hiss! The Heavenly Fate Blood-Resolving Marvelous Fruit, the Golden Essence Emperor Pill..." Dazzled by the dazzling array of cultivation resources, Little Fatty stared blankly at the middle-aged fat man. "My master, right here above me! Please accept this disciple's bow!"
As his voice fell, Little Fatty thumped his head against