Three-Year Agreement? The Disgraced Martial Artist!

Chu Feng glanced at the items the youngster was holding.

A ginseng, seven inches long, with a reddish hue all over its body.

A pill, whose grade was indiscernible, but its medicinal aura was rich and refreshing.

A hundred-year blood ginseng, plus a pill...

This young man's family background is quite substantial. Chu Feng, through the books in the thatched hut, had some understanding of the living conditions of the common people in this world.

An ordinary family couldn't afford these things.

Only royalty and nobility, or major powerful forces, would likely have their young disciples carry such items.

Chu Feng's eyes rolled, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly. He didn't reply, merely pondering inwardly:

"Should I pretend to accept the ceremony of apprenticeship?"

He wasn't greedy for this blood ginseng and pill.

His gaze fell on the youngster. Judging by the youngster's attire and the items he produced, the other party must come from a wealthy and noble family.

It's possible that this Xiao Huohuo has a powerful martial master in his family.

Perhaps he could take this kid in, and then find a way to have the martial master from the kid's family bring them out of this forest together?

No, no!

As soon as this thought arose, Chu Feng repeatedly shook his head and rejected it.

He looked at the youngster and couldn't help but frown.

It was true that this kid's family foundation was rich, but this also meant that his family members should have some discernment.

What if they easily saw through him, Chu Feng, as a complete fraud?

Wouldn't these people beat him to death?

Shaking his head, Chu Feng sighed.

This idea was immediately dismissed.

He had to stick to his principles and not be tempted.

In this world of the strong preying on the weak, there was no morality or rule of law.

He had to be extremely careful in his actions. If any mistake occurred, his small life might be forfeit.

Unbeknownst to Chu Feng, his demeanor was observed by Xiao Huohuo.

The youngster, still kneeling stiffly, had a flash of panic and despair in his eyes.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously drooped.

His trembling eyes looked at the reclusive expert before him, with only one thought in his heart:

"It's over, it's all over!"

"The expert shook his head. He's unwilling to take me as a disciple."

"As expected, reclusive experts are not so easily persuaded to take disciples, just like in storybooks."

As if recalling something, Xiao Huohuo's eyes became resolute. He closed his eyes as if facing death, his heart tightening, but he boldly said:

"Senior, I know you look down on me."

"But, I have a reason why I must become stronger!"

"Please, take me as your disciple."

"I beg you!"

Saying this, he kowtowed several times towards Chu Feng.

Bang, bang, bang.

His head struck the ground heavily, producing dull thuds.

When the youngster looked up again, there was already a blood mark on his forehead, faintly oozing crimson blood.

Chu Feng was stunned. The thoughts in his mind were instantly cast aside.

This kid, looking at him like this, must have a story?

Before he could speak, he heard the youngster sadly say on his own:

"Senior, this junior's name is Xiao Huohuo, the son of the Lord of Dongli City."

"My father, before I was born, made a marriage contract with the Misty Sect of Cangzhou. It was an engagement before birth!"

"Since childhood, I haven't had any talent for martial arts. Even with all my efforts over the years, I've only reached a mere third-rate strength by now."

"As for my fiancée, she is the Young Sect Master of the Misty Sect of Cangzhou, from Dongli City. At only sixteen years old, she has already reached first-rate strength, and is now even attempting to break through to the Houtian realm."

"The gap in strength between us is too great. That Young Sect Master looked down on me and actually brought people to our Dongli City Lord's mansion to break off the engagement!"

At this point, Xiao Huohuo's body tensed up abruptly. His hands, which were supporting the ground, unconsciously dug into the ground, gripping tightly. Even his voice began to tremble slightly:

"My father has always valued face greatly."

"Being dumped at our doorstep not only made me the biggest joke in all of Dongli City, but the Dongli City Lord's mansion also lost all its prestige."

"To save the last shred of face, I tore up the marriage certificate, divorced that woman myself, and set a Three-Year Pact with her!"

Xiao Huohuo looked directly at Chu Feng, his eyes resolute:

"I want to surpass that woman in three years and reclaim the last bit of dignity for my Dongli City Lord's mansion."

Suddenly, he deflated like a balloon and lowered his head:

"But I am foolish. Two and a half years have passed since the pact was made, and only half a year remains, yet my cultivation has not improved at all."

The youngster prostrated himself on the ground and said with all his might:

"If the expert is willing to take me in, these initial gifts for apprenticeship are only a portion. I am willing to offer everything to the expert."

Although Xiao Huohuo spoke with grief and indignation, as if the annulment had just happened, Chu Feng, seeing him prostrate on the ground, covered his mouth and struggled to suppress his laughter.

He couldn't help but chuckle inwardly:

"No way, dumped at the doorstep, a Three-Year Pact?"

"This is exactly the same experience as the male protagonist in a certain masterpiece from my previous life!"

Although he had seen countless annulment plots in countless excellent web novels, seeing it happen before his eyes still struck him as somewhat amusing.

Two children, neither older than seventeen, tossing a marriage certificate back and forth, making it known throughout the city, and even setting a Three-Year Pact.

While it was reasonable in this world, Chu Feng, as a modern person who had transmigrated, found it embarrassing.

However, beyond the embarrassment, he immediately snapped back to reality.

Chu Feng couldn't help but murmur inwardly:

"Annulment flow, Three-Year Pact... This kid in front of me, could he be the person with great fortune the system mentioned?"

His gaze fell upon the youngster, staring intently, examining him repeatedly.

If he took him in and taught him cultivation methods and secret arts, he could receive a tenfold return. He could use this opportunity to rapidly become stronger from scratch.

In the future, taking in disciples would likely be much easier.

To be honest, Chu Feng was very tempted.

He gritted his teeth, looking at the youngster before him as if he were looking at the most beautiful woman in the world, wanting to take him in nine times out of ten.

However, he immediately deflated and sighed.

The most important problem now was that he had nothing!

Even the most skilled cook cannot cook without ingredients. With nothing, he couldn't teach anything!

Despite the temptation of the tenfold return, he was powerless.

Suddenly, he heard the expert before him sigh again.

Xiao Huohuo's body tensed even more, then suddenly relaxed. He said with despair:

"Still no?"

As he spoke, Xiao Huohuo staggered to his feet, his eyes dim, and gave Chu Feng a self-mocking smile:

"Senior, it was I who was presumptuous."

"How could an expert like you fancy a mediocre person like me, who has cultivated for many years and is only a third-rate martial artist?"

With that, he turned to leave.