Taking Meng Yiran as a Disciple

"Grandma? Isn't this a little too sudden?"

Meng Yiran was stunned.

Although she truly acknowledged Zhu Zhuqing's strength, especially that Grey Needle of hers, which had been nothing short of a stroke of genius, leaving her, who liked dabbling in Hidden Weapons, utterly amazed.

But she had never thought about taking someone as her teacher.

Following her own grandfather and grandmother in cultivation was actually very comfortable.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were stunned too.

They had been talking normally—how had it suddenly turned into becoming someone's disciple?

Especially Ning Rongrong. Her little mouth unconsciously pressed into a pout:

Junior Sister Zhu Zhuqing had only just developed a rebellious streak, yet she had actually kissed Teacher right in front of her. If another budding Meng Yiran joined them too, how could that be allowed?

Most importantly, both of their figures were better than hers, curvy in all the right places. If they saw Teacher's immortal face in the future and also fell for Teacher, what then?

If they used their big water balloons to seduce Teacher, could Teacher withstand the temptation?

Aaaahhh!

Ning Rongrong's sense of crisis was extremely strong!

"Senior, you must be joking. Your titles as Dragon Duke and Snake Grandma are far more renowned than mine. With the two of you teaching her, why would she need to take me as her teacher?"

Su Ran said calmly.

He glanced at Meng Yiran. Her aptitude was indeed decent. Although it could not be considered top-tier, it was still quite rare.

But right now, he already had two higher-quality disciples to train. If a new disciple was obedient, that would be one thing, but if she was another restless type like Ning Rongrong, he truly did not have the energy to discipline her.

"Sigh. Although we two old fellows made something of a name for ourselves in the Soul Master World in our earlier years, we are ultimately growing older and older. Our physical condition is far from what it used to be, and I fear I will never break through to the Soul Sage realm in this lifetime.

Our strength is declining. Otherwise, how could we have been so careless that we failed to keep watch over a Thousand Year Soul Beast like the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent and let that fellow Zhao Wuji bring his disciples in to snatch the advantage?"

"My granddaughter's Martial Soul is the same as this old woman's, both are Serpent Canes. If she follows this old woman's path, her future accomplishments will not be much higher than mine."

"But this old woman can see that you, Young Friend, have a talent for nurturing others. If Yiran can take you as her teacher, perhaps she can learn something new and develop her own potential to the utmost."

"As the saying goes, Thousand-Mile horses are often found, but those who can recognize them are not. A good teacher is hard to come by. I ask that you, Young Friend, give my granddaughter a chance."

"Yiran, why aren't you coming over to greet your teacher?"

Snake Grandma called Meng Yiran over, her tone rather stern.

Meng Yiran walked over somewhat unwillingly, but when she met Snake Grandma's rarely seen serious, severe gaze, she knew her grandmother truly wanted her to take him as her teacher this time.

She began muttering inwardly, but could only do as told, cupping her hands and saying:

"Please accept me as your disciple, Teacher."

Meng Yiran secretly glanced at Su Ran. This masked teacher did have quite a good bearing, like an unrivaled prodigy who had walked out of some otherworldly Peach Blossom Spring.

However, no matter how she looked at it, he should not have reached the age to be a teacher. At most, he was more suited to being a Senior Disciple Brother. Was he truly as impressive as her grandmother said, a rare good teacher?

Just now, these two girls had said that they had not been his disciples for long, yet their own strength had already undergone a qualitative change. Who knew if that was true?

"Senior Snake Grandma, I never force anyone when taking disciples. If your granddaughter does not sincerely wish to take me as her teacher, then even if I accept her as my disciple on account of your face, if she refuses discipline in the future and cannot endure the hardship of training, it will only be trouble. It would be better not to take this disciple."

Su Ran saw that Meng Yiran seemed to have reservations and spoke calmly.

"Yiran, kneel!"

Su Ran's tactful refusal instead made Snake Grandma even more certain that this young man was definitely not simple.

If it were an ordinary teacher, knowing her identity as one half of the Peerless Dragon Snake, and with her so sincerely asking him to accept her granddaughter, he would definitely take her as a disciple without the slightest hesitation.

"Grandma..."

Meng Yiran was a little dazed.

But she quickly came back to her senses, knelt before Su Ran, and explained:

"Please accept me as your disciple, Teacher."

"Sorry, it's not that I'm not sincere. I was just wondering what kind of person you are, Teacher. You're so young, yet you can make that detestable Zhao Wuji fear and respect you so much, and even teach such outstanding disciples. What realm of Soul Master are you? Soul King? Or Soul Emperor? You couldn't be a Soul Douluo, could you?!"

Meng Yiran raised her head, her eyes full of curiosity as she looked at Su Ran.

This teacher was truly too young, so young it made one feel somewhat insecure.

But his two students had praised him as though he existed only in heaven and nowhere on earth.

Beneath the mask, a slight smile appeared on Su Ran's incomparably handsome face:

"My Soul Power is actually several levels lower than Zhao Wuji's. I have not reached the Soul Douluo realm."

"Several levels lower... Then why is Zhao Wuji so afraid of you?"

"Perhaps it's because I sparred with him before and happened to beat him by luck, so he is a little more polite to me."

"Luck? Young Friend, you are far too modest. Zhao Wuji is no good sort. If you had not truly beaten him into submission, there is no way he would behave himself."

Snake Grandma shook her head as she spoke. She had heard of Zhao Wuji's vicious reputation. If he was displeased, beating Soul Masters to death was nothing unusual for him.

"Wait? Several levels lower than Zhao Wuji? In other words, you're also in the Soul Sage realm?"

"Mm." Su Ran nodded.

Although Snake Grandma had long expected this young man to have Not Bad Strength, hearing his realm from his own mouth still shocked her greatly.

Such a young Soul Sage. If his voice and figure had not been disguised, he was probably the youngest Soul Sage powerhouse on the entire continent, wasn't he?

Unless beneath that mask, he was actually a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.

"For a Soul Sage powerhouse to become this granddaughter of mine's teacher is also the girl's good fortune."

"Yiran, since Grandma is having you acknowledge him as your teacher, Grandma naturally has her reasons. I hope you are sincerely taking him as your teacher and will study properly. Do you understand?"

Snake Grandma cast Meng Yiran a kindly look. Meng Yiran's heart trembled, and a hint of emotion appeared on her cold face.

She had always lived and cultivated with her grandparents. Her feelings for her grandmother were the deepest, and she knew Grandma would never harm her.

The long lashes above those big brown eyes blinked. Her slender waist twisted lightly like a snake as she knelt before Su Ran, kowtowing once, her forehead stained with the dirt of the forest.

"Teacher, I sincerely wish to take you as my teacher. I also want to become as strong as they are. Please let me study under you and take you as my teacher."

"Being my disciple may be even harder than cultivating with Senior Snake Grandma."

Su Ran looked at Meng Yiran and spoke calmly.

"I'm not afraid," Meng Yiran said.

"Very good. Accept this Peach Blossom Token and recite the discipleship oath on the back of it. From now on, you will be a student of my Peach Blossom Spring Academy."

With a casual wave of Su Ran's hand, a crimson Peach Blossom Token flew down before Meng Yiran.

Meng Yiran froze for a moment. These words... were so sacred!

She recited:

"In all the mortal world, I, Meng Yiran, have only one teacher, who can move mountains, sever rivers, overturn seas, split the heavens, command gods, and pluck stars!"

Buzz—

Accepted Meng Yiran as a disciple. Meng Yiran's aptitude rating: A-. Age: 16. Soul Power: level 30.

Disciple acceptance reward issued. All Soul Rings' ages increased by around 5%. Soul Power increased by 0.2 levels. Ultimate arts, Cultivation Method library, Hidden Weapon library random draw chances +1.

First Soul Skill: Branching Dream—illusion skill, 1,135 years → 1,190 years.

Second Soul Skill: One Dream Peach Sword Order—1,850 years → 1,950 years.

Third Soul Skill: Scattered Red Flying Snow—4,820 years → 5,060 years.

Fourth Soul Skill: Crimson Moon Peach Blossom—12,410 years → 13,030 years.

Fifth Soul Skill: Blazing Thousand Peach Blossom Slash—24,730 years → 25,970 years.

Sixth Soul Skill: Nine Luminaries Peach Blossom Sword—48,930 years → 51,380 years.

Seventh Soul Skill: Mortal World True Body, 85,230 years → 89,500 years.