Sisters United, Three Girls Take a Master Together

Shrek Academy, girls' dormitory.

The afternoon sun spilled through the window, casting warm patches of light across the floor. Inside, three beds were lined up side by side, their nightstands cluttered with the girls' small trinkets, while a faint scent of gardenia drifted through the air.

At this moment, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing were sitting cross-legged on the floor, a golden, holographic chessboard hovering between them.

"Hurry up, Rongrong! My assassin lineup is almost complete!" Xiao Wu urged anxiously, her pink fists clenched tight as she stared fixedly at the pieces moving across the board.

"Don't rush me, don't rush me, I'm thinking!" Ning Rongrong bit her lip, her fingers hovering over the board, indecisive. On her side, several Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect pieces were scattered haphazardly, their bond effects completely inactive.

Zhu Zhuqing sat to the side; though her expression remained blank, her gaze followed the battle on the board with intense focus.

On her side, several agile assassin pieces had already quietly lurked into the back row, waiting only for the battle to commence to strike the enemy commander directly.

"I'm ready!" Ning Rongrong finally made up her mind and placed a piece on the edge of the board.

"Then I'm starting!" Xiao Wu tapped the battle button, unable to contain her impatience.

The next second, the pieces on both sides moved simultaneously.

Xiao Wu's lineup was primarily composed of power-attack types, with several Spirit Master pieces charging forward aggressively, their blades and shadows weaving into a chaotic mess.

Meanwhile, Zhu Zhuqing's assassins silently bypassed the front lines, heading straight for the fragile pieces in Xiao Wu's back row.

Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect pieces provided continuous buffs from the rear, golden light flickering constantly to bolster the attack speed and spirit power recovery of her allies in the front.

The three-way melee was fierce and inseparable.

In the end, Zhu Zhuqing's assassin piece triggered a critical hit at the crucial moment, taking down Xiao Wu's main damage-dealing piece with a single strike and sealing the victory.

"Ah, I lost again!" Xiao Wu wailed, falling backward onto the floor with a look of utter despair.

"Zhuqing, you're too amazing!" Ning Rongrong also set down her pieces, looking at Zhu Zhuqing with admiration. "Even though your pieces aren't as high-starred as mine, how did you win?"

Zhu Zhuqing said calmly, "Positioning is important. Your back row was too exposed."

"Did you hear that? Positioning is important!" Xiao Wu scrambled up and pointed at Ning Rongrong's nose. "Look at you, you always put the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect pieces on the very outside. Isn't that just asking to be picked off?"

"I... I just wanted the bond effect to activate sooner!" Ning Rongrong pouted, feeling unconvinced but knowing she was in the wrong, her voice growing quieter.

As the three were laughing and playing, a fluttering sound of wings suddenly came from outside the window.

Ning Rongrong looked up to see a snow-white carrier pigeon land on the windowsill, a small bamboo tube tied to its leg. Her eyes lit up; she quickly stood up, walked over, untied the tube, and took out the letter inside.

Unfolding the paper, familiar handwriting came into view—it was a personal letter from her father, Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Rongrong scanned it quickly, her expression shifting from curiosity to surprise, and then to sheer ecstasy.

"What is it? What is it?" Xiao Wu leaned over, peering curiously.

"My dad says... Mr. Yi Chen wants to take me as his disciple!" Ning Rongrong jerked her head up, her beautiful eyes shining like two stars. "He says Mr. Yi Chen thinks I have good aptitude and wants to accept me as his student!"

"Really?!" Xiao Wu's eyes widened, and she immediately cheered along. "That's great, Rongrong! You're going to be the student of a Titled Douluo!"

"It's not just a Titled Douluo!" Ning Rongrong's cheeks flushed with excitement, her voice trembling slightly. "My dad says Mr. Yi Chen is a Limit Douluo! A level 99 one!"

"A Limit Douluo?!" Xiao Wu gasped, and even the usually composed Zhu Zhuqing widened her eyes slightly.

Though they were young, they knew what a Limit Douluo meant. That was an existence standing at the very pinnacle of the entire Douluo Continent—a legend among legends!

"Rongrong, you've hit the jackpot!" Xiao Wu grabbed Ning Rongrong, shaking her shoulders in excitement. "From now on, you'll be the student of a Limit Douluo! Let's see who dares to bully you now!"

"Hee hee, of course!" Ning Rongrong grinned from ear to ear, but as she laughed, she suddenly thought of something and turned her gaze toward her two good sisters.

She let go of Xiao Wu's hands and looked at them earnestly. "Xiao Wu, Zhuqing, do you... want to become his disciples with me?"

"Huh?" Xiao Wu was stunned. "Become his disciples together?"

"Yes!" Ning Rongrong nodded, her eyes sparkling. "Mr. Yi Chen is so powerful; taking one student is the same as taking three! If we all go to apprentice together, we can not only play Golden Spatula together but also cultivate together. Wouldn't that be great?"

Xiao Wu blinked, feeling tempted but hesitant. "But... would Mr. Yi Chen be willing? He doesn't even know us..."

"Who says he doesn't know you?" Ning Rongrong laughed. "That day in the Star Dou Forest, didn't he give you experience cards too? That means he has an impression of you! And," she lowered her voice, speaking mysteriously, "my dad said in the letter that Mr. Yi Chen has an easygoing personality and isn't a rigid person. As long as we are sincere, he likely won't refuse."

Xiao Wu bit her lip and looked at Zhu Zhuqing. "Zhuqing, what do you think?"

Zhu Zhuqing was silent for a moment before speaking slowly, "That Mr. Yi Chen... is indeed very strong. If we could become his students, it would be a great help to our cultivation."

"That means it's a yes!" Ning Rongrong clapped and cheered. "Great! Then we'll all go together!"

"Wait, wait, wait!" Xiao Wu quickly grabbed her. "Even if we go, we have to ask Mr. Yi Chen's opinion first, right? What if he doesn't accept us?"

"That's simple!" Ning Rongrong gave a sly smile and pulled the golden experience card from her pocket. "My dad said this card can contact Mr. Yi Chen. Let's ask him right now!"

She injected a trace of spirit power into the card, and its surface glowed with a soft golden light. A moment later, a clear, resonant voice came from the card:

"Rongrong? Is something the matter?"

It was indeed Yi Chen's voice.

Ning Rongrong took a deep breath and gathered her courage. "Mr. Yi Chen, my father told me you wanted to take me as your disciple. I... I am very willing, but I have a presumptuous request..."

"Oh? Let's hear it."

Ning Rongrong glanced at Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing beside her, gritted her teeth, and said, "My two best friends, Xiao Wu and Zhuqing, they also want to become your disciples! Could you... take us all in together?"

After saying this, she held her breath nervously, waiting for the response from the other side.

The other end of the card fell silent for a few seconds.

Then, a soft chuckle drifted through:

"All three of you? That's quite an appetite."

Ning Rongrong's heart leaped into her throat.

But immediately after, Yi Chen's voice sounded again, carrying a hint of teasing and indulgence:

"Fine, teaching one is the same as teaching three. But I'll say this first: once you've taken me as your master, you must be obedient. Don't blame me for being harsh if any of you try to slack off."

"Really?! That's wonderful!" Ning Rongrong was so excited she nearly jumped up. "Thank you, Sir! We will definitely be obedient!"

"Mm, we'll discuss the specifics of the apprenticeship once you arrive in Spirit City. Oh, right."

Yi Chen's tone suddenly turned playful: "Tell Xiao Wu and Zhuqing to practice their Golden Spatula well, too. Next time we meet, I'll be checking all three of your homework. Whoever drags their feet..."

He paused deliberately before slowly adding the final sentence:

"There will be a punishment, you know."

The light from the card faded, and the communication ended.

The room was quiet for two seconds, and then—

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

Three screams rang out in unison as the three girls huddled together, laughing and jumping, as happy as three frolicking little rabbits.

"We're going to be disciples of a Limit Douluo!"

"From now on, we're fellow disciples!"

"This is great! This is so great!"

The sunlight outside the window spilled into the room, illuminating the smiling faces of the three young girls, making them look exceptionally radiant.

Meanwhile, a thousand miles away in Spirit City, Yi Chen set down the card in his hand, a meaningful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Three little girls... how interesting."

He stood up, walked to the window, and gazed at the drifting clouds on the distant horizon, murmuring to himself:

"It seems I, as their master, will have to prepare a proper welcoming gift."