Yan Gets a Title Douluo as Master, His Future is Dark!

Suppressing the excitement in her heart, Spirit Kite Douluo's face now held only an expression of solemnity.

She bowed deeply and respectfully toward the lazy figure behind the counter.

"Thank you, Senior, for bestowing this supreme divine fire upon me."

Her voice no longer held a trace of its previous urgency or disarray, replaced entirely by a reverence and submission that emanated from the depths of her soul.

Lin Feng, on the rocking chair, couldn't even be bothered to lift his eyelids, merely emitting an almost imperceptible "hmph" from his nose.

It was as if the Ultimate Fire, capable of making the entire continent tremble, was to him nothing more than a speck of ash flicked away with a casual gesture.

He waved his hand, signaling that she need not dwell on it.

This understated demeanor, however, caused the reverence in Spirit Kite Douluo's heart to climb to its peak.

Yet, in the midst of this solemn atmosphere, an ill-timed voice, filled with the purest envy, rang out abruptly.

"Ultimate Fire... that is just too cool!"

It was Yan.

The eyes of this blockhead were sparkling with a longing for that pure power, and he was practically drooling.

As a fire-type Spirit Master himself, Yan knew better than anyone what Ultimate Fire signified.

He failed to notice that the moment he spoke, the atmosphere in the room suddenly turned bizarre.

Hu Liena covered her face with a "swish."

Xie Yue instinctively took half a step back, as if trying to draw a line between himself and this suicidal companion.

It's over.

This idiot!

Sure enough.

Spirit Kite Douluo's movements came to a sudden halt.

Slowly, inch by inch, she turned her head.

Those phoenix eyes, burning with golden divine flames, locked precisely onto the source of the sound—Yan.

In that instant, all the majesty and sanctity on her face receded like a tide.

Replacing it was an expression that was half-smile, half-sneer, filled with endless playfulness.

It was as if a lioness, having just eaten her fill, was looking with great interest at a lively little gazelle that had delivered itself to her doorstep.

"Hiss—"

Yan finally sensed that something was wrong.

That gaze held no killing intent, yet it made his scalp tingle more than any murderous aura ever could, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

He watched as Spirit Kite Douluo took elegant steps, walking toward him one by one.

Seeing this, Tuoba Xi's expression shifted slightly. Although he knew he was no match for Spirit Kite, his sense of responsibility as an elder forced him to bite the bullet and step forward.

"Elder Spirit Kite, Yan... he meant no harm. Please, I ask you to..."

"Elder Tuoba, you misunderstand."

A smile bloomed on Spirit Kite Douluo's face, one so warm and gentle it felt like a spring breeze.

That smile made Yan's soul scream.

She spoke in an incredibly gentle tone:

"I see that Yan's martial spirit is also of the fire attribute; this can be considered a stroke of fate between us."

"Such a raw talent—I find myself moved to cherish such potential. I wish to take him as my disciple and instruct him personally. I wonder what Elder Tuoba thinks of this?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Tuoba Xi was stunned.

After all, if a Titled Douluo like Spirit Kite wished to take a disciple, he had no reason or authority to interfere.

Therefore, he simply nodded and stepped aside.

And Yan, whose brain had always only known how to eat, fight, and chase after Hu Liena, suddenly erupted with an unprecedented flash of wisdom!

Take him as a disciple?

Instruct him personally?

This was clearly an excuse to use the name of "master and disciple" to torture him openly, legally, and in every creative way possible, all to avenge that "noodle hanging from the nostril" insult!

He could almost imagine the scenes of the future.

"Yan, I see your foundation is unstable. Go hang upside down and cultivate for ten days and ten nights."

"Yan, I've created a new move. Come, test its power. Don't worry, I'll control my strength."

"Yan..."

Yan's face turned as pale as paper in an instant.

He instinctively wanted to refuse!

Are you kidding me!

He now possessed a divine place like the Maple Dye Pavilion; as long as he honestly saved money to eat and draw prizes, becoming a Titled Douluo would be effortless. Why would he need to take a master and suffer that kind of hardship?

But when his gaze met Spirit Kite Douluo's smiling eyes.

A beast-like intuition screamed warnings at him frantically.

If he dared to say a single word of "no" today, his fate would absolutely be a hundred times more miserable than taking her as a master!

In an instant, Yan's expression became more bitter than if he had eaten coptis.

He stiffly turned his head, looking toward Hu Liena and Xie Yue with a look of desperation.

Yet he only saw the uncontrollable, strange light mixed with sympathy in Hu Liena's eyes, and the way Xie Yue's mouth twitched violently as he desperately tried to hold back his laughter.

Along with the action of this unscrupulous pair of siblings stepping back in unison. There was no saving him.

He was as good as dead.

Finally, under the increasingly "kind" gaze of Spirit Kite Douluo, Yan squeezed out a few words in a tone that sounded like he was about to cry.

"Di... disciple Yan... pays respects to... Master..."

The smile on Spirit Kite Douluo's face, however, became even more brilliant, like a blooming man-eating flower drenched in deadly poison.

She reached out her slender hand and patted Yan's stiff shoulder affectionately.

"Good disciple, no need for such formalities."

"From now on, this master will definitely... 'cherish' you well."

She emphasized the word "cherish" heavily; to Yan's ears, it was no less than a devil's whisper from the depths of hell.

Compared to the sad atmosphere of "benevolent master and filial disciple" and "harmonious joy" over on Yan's side, things were much happier for Tuoba Xi.

Tuoba Xi first picked up the bowl of "Golden Dragon Whisker Noodles." He lifted a strand of golden silk and slowly brought it to his mouth.

In that moment, Tuoba Xi felt an ultimate, mellow, fresh fragrance flow from the tip of his tongue, instantly coursing through his limbs and bones, and finally, reaching the depths of his soul.

He had lived for over a hundred years, and as the Holy Dragon Douluo, he prided himself on having tasted all the delicacies under heaven.

But only today did he realize that everything he had eaten before was nothing more than fodder to fill his stomach.

This, this was true "food"!

He even forgot his status as an elder and the purpose of his visit, like a devout believer, eating the entire bowl clean bite after bite, not even wanting to leave a single drop of soup behind.

Setting down the bowl, he turned his gaze toward the "Holy Light Qilin Arm."

The skin was charred, fragrant, and crispy, shimmering with a warm holy light, while the meat inside was tender to the extreme, as if it would melt with a gentle press.

Every bite was an ultimate baptism for his taste buds, paired with that pot of "Ten-Thousand-Year Dragon Blood Brew."

It was enough to make anyone completely intoxicated!

Unknowingly, Tuoba Xi had finished all the food in front of him, and only then did he come back to his senses.

But he knew that this was merely the appetizer.

The moment that would truly decide his fate was only just beginning.

He slowly stood up, his movements carrying an unprecedented solemnity.

This Holy Dragon Douluo straightened his robes, as if he were about to meet a god.

He took out a similarly heavy money bag from his Storage Soul Tool.

Then, he came to the counter, presented the thirty-six thousand Gold Soul Coins he had prepared, and said devoutly:

"I beg the Senior to bestow divine grace!"