Rejecting Yun Ming

Rejecting Yun Ming

The night was heavy, with neither stars nor moon in the sky.

Inside a luxuriously decorated bedroom, Leng Yaozhu sat on the bed and asked with a smile.

"Wuji, would you like to have a teacher?"

"A teacher?" Qiangu Wuji tilted his head in confusion. "Mom, is your strength not enough to teach me?"

To this, Leng Yaozhu merely shook her head, her expression turning solemn.

"If your talent were merely average, then it would be fine for me to teach you, but..."

As she spoke, her expression gradually became complex.

As the dignified Heavenly Phoenix Douluo, one of the beings standing at the pinnacle of this world, she had never before felt that her abilities were insufficient.

But today, watching her son's awakening and the extraordinary potential he displayed, for the first time, she doubted her own capabilities.

With a Three-Life Martial Soul—Tool, Beast, and Body—all being top-tier existences, did she truly have the ability to teach such a genius well?

So, after much deliberation, she made a difficult decision: to find a more suitable teacher for her son.

Thus, when the awakening ceremony ended today, she had gone to visit that person.

"Mom, there's no need. You're so amazing; there's no way you wouldn't be able to teach me."

Qiangu Wuji shook his head and said very earnestly.

Looking at her son's serious expression, Leng Yaozhu felt a warmth in her heart. She subconsciously pulled his hand to bring him closer, affectionately rubbing his head while smiling.

"Don't you want to know who the teacher I found for you is? You should know, on our continent, countless people would break their heads just to become his disciple."

Qiangu Wuji shook his head in annoyance.

After transmigrating into this world, he discovered that some things were vastly different from how they were described in the original work.

For instance, Leng Yaozhu, a noble and cold woman in the text, was actually a doting mother who would constantly hug, kiss, and cuddle him, making him feel quite embarrassed.

Hearing her words, he said indifferently.

"Regardless of who it is, they certainly won't teach as well as you, Mom."

"Hehe, alright, then why don't you get to know him first."

Leng Yaozhu wasn't angry; instead, she took out a soul communicator from her pocket and dialed a number.

Qiangu Wuji watched from the side, puzzled, but he didn't ask any questions and stood obediently and straight.

Before long, the call was connected. It sounded like a man on the other end, and as soon as the connection was made, he faintly heard the conversation.

"Mm, I understand."

"Rest assured, leave him to me; I definitely won't let you down."

"How about this, pass the phone to him and let me speak to him personally."

As soon as those words ended, Leng Yaozhu smiled and handed the phone over.

"Your uncle wants to talk to you; remember to be polite."

Qiangu Wuji looked at the soul communicator being handed to him, his eyes full of confusion, but he took it nonetheless.

Before the other person could speak, he took the initiative.

"Hello."

"Hello, little guy, you're quite polite."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's voice came through the phone again.

He sounded young and very cheerful.

He didn't say anything else, waiting for the other party to continue.

"Little guy, you probably don't know who I am yet, right? Let me introduce myself; my name is Yun Ming."

"If you don't recognize this name, then you should at least know the principal of Shrek Academy, right?"

What, Yun Ming?

The hand holding the soul communicator trembled slightly, and Qiangu Wuji almost cried out in surprise.

The teacher Leng Yaozhu found for him—could it really be this Pavilion Master of the Sea God Pavilion?

Hiss!

No wonder, no wonder she was so convinced that he would accept this teacher.

Indeed, if this teacher was the dignified Qingtian Douluo, it would be very difficult for anyone to refuse.

In fact, Qiangu Wuji was truly conflicted.

He was hesitating.

If he had such a quasi-god teacher, it was certain that he would avoid many detours in his future cultivation.

Most importantly, having the support of Yun Ming was equivalent to gaining the resources of the entire Shrek Academy, which would certainly make developing a second profession much easier in the future.

However, there is a problem: in the original story, Shrek Academy is destined to be destroyed by the Holy Spirit Cult in about ten years, and at that time, this Qingtian Douluo will also die in that purge.

If he agrees to become the disciple of Yun Ming, it is hard to guarantee that he won't be targeted by the Holy Spirit Cult.

Even with the protection of the Spirit Pagoda, it is hard to say for sure.

Therefore, should he refuse now?

"Little guy, your mother has told me about your situation. With your talent, entering my Shrek Inner Court directly is not a problem. Come, with me teaching you, I can have you touching the threshold of a Title Douluo within thirty years at most."

While he was hesitating, Yun Ming spoke again from the other side, his words carrying no hint of a question, as if he were certain that he would agree.

Indeed, with the head of the prestigious Shrek Academy extending a personal invitation, there should be no one in this world who could refuse, right?

Leng Yaozhu watched from the side, her mood somewhat melancholy.

Although she was very happy that her son would have a better teacher, as a mother, she still felt quite regretful that she could not teach her son herself.

But regrets or whatever, compared to her son's future, they meant absolutely nothing.

A place like Shrek, after all, was dedicated to teaching and nurturing talent; with Yun Ming as a teacher, Wuji would certainly be better off than staying by her side.

Wuji should think so too, right?

She thought to herself.

However, just at this moment, she heard a voice filled with apology.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Yun Ming, I don't intend to enter Shrek."

Leng Yaozhu was stunned, and after realizing what was said, she looked at Qiangu Wuji in astonishment.

"Wuji, what did you say??"

Qiangu Wuji looked at his mother calmly and repeated the words he had just spoken.

"Mom, I said, I don't intend to join Shrek."

Leng Yaozhu was taken aback, and it took her a long while to rub her forehead, looking quite troubled as she said.

"The reason? You have to give me a reason, otherwise I won't agree to you acting so recklessly."

Qiangu Wuji nodded and slowly recited the excuse he had prepared in his mind.

"Mom, I feel that as the heir to the Spirit Pagoda, I should be like ordinary spirit masters and start from the bottom. If I haven't experienced the things that ordinary spirit masters go through, how would I know what they need? And how could I develop the Spirit Pagoda even better?"

Such righteous words, coming from the mouth of a six-year-old child, left not only Leng Yaozhu silent after hearing them, but even Yun Ming on the other end of the phone fell into silence.

Qiangu Wuji didn't think that much, and after finishing, he held the phone and said apologetically to Yun Ming.

"Uncle Yun Ming, thank you for your kindness, but I really cannot agree to become your disciple right now. You won't be angry, will you?"

"Haha, little guy, what kind of person do you take me for? Would I be angry over such a small matter? Since you have such awareness, would I stop you?"

"Alright, give the phone to your mother; I have something to discuss with her."

Qiangu Wuji looked at Leng Yaozhu opposite him and obediently handed over the phone.

The latter looked at him with complex eyes, sighed, and took the phone.

"Yun Ming..."