Master Misses Home, Rebellious Disciple Is Online

The sun was setting in the west.

The wind on Wind Cliff was gentler than during the day, carrying a trace of evening coolness.

Feng Yun woke from his cultivation because his stomach woke him.

"Gurgle—"

A loud growl echoed across the cliff.

"I'm so hungry..."

Feng Yun rubbed his empty belly and opened his eyes.

Then he froze.

At the edge of the cliff, a slender figure in blue stood quietly.

Her waterfall-like black hair was lifted softly by the evening wind.

Her long dress patterned with clouds shimmered with a faint golden glow under the sunset.

Yun Yun had her back to him as she gazed toward the distant horizon.

The dying sun was slowly sinking behind the mountains, dyeing half the sky orange-red.

In the twilight, her profile actually held a trace of... loneliness.

Feng Yun rubbed his eyes.

He had not seen wrong.

This Dou Emperor powerhouse, cold and aloof as frost, at this moment, truly wore an indescribable melancholy on her face.

That look in her eyes was like she was staring at some place she could never return to.

Feng Yun's stomach stopped growling too.

He watched her quietly for a moment, then spoke softly.

"Sect Leader Yun Yun, what are you thinking about?"

Yun Yun was slightly startled.

She turned around, and the melancholy on her face had not yet fully faded.

After a moment of silence, she gave a bleak smile.

"I was just thinking... about what the Dou Qi Continent is like now."

"And also about my disciple, Yanran. I wonder how she is now."

Her voice was very soft.

So soft it was like a wisp of wind on Wind Cliff.

But Feng Yun heard the weight hidden in that voice.

He understood.

She was homesick.

Feng Yun looked at the loneliness that could not be hidden beneath Yun Yun's cold, elegant face, and his heart suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

A person from another world.

Her body shattered, her soul heavily injured.

For no reason at all, she had crossed over into another world.

Here, she had no family and no one to rely on.

The only person she knew was a six-year-old little brat.

Who wouldn't get emo?

But Feng Yun did not say useless things like "don't be sad."

He immediately sat up straight.

His small face tightened into a solemn expression.

"Your soul is weak right now. What method do you need to recover?"

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Hm?"

Yun Yun looked at him in surprise.

A six-year-old child, with clear eyes.

His tone was so serious he did not seem like a child.

Though she always felt this boy's expressions changed a little too dramatically.

A moment ago he had been baring his teeth from hunger, and now he looked utterly righteous.

But the intention behind that question was real.

Yun Yun shook her head helplessly. "My soul was wounded too badly. Right now, I can only cling to you and barely maintain a waking state."

"If I want to recover, I need a great amount of soul power to nourish me, or..."

She paused.

"Or what?"

Feng Yun pressed.

"Or I need to find a heavenly treasure that contains soul power."

Feng Yun's mind immediately began searching.

What did Douluo Continent have that could restore soul power?

Immortal herbs might work!

Right!

There was also Life Gold!

Life Gold had an immense nourishing effect on the soul.

But that stuff was far too high-level. There was no way he could get it right now.

What else was there?

Soul bones?

Some special soul bones might be useful too.

And...

The CPU in Feng Yun's head spun wildly.

Yun Yun looked at his earnest, thoughtful expression, and her gaze could not help softening a little.

A child with no family ties or obligation to her was sincerely thinking of a way to help her.

This feeling... was unfamiliar, and also very warm.

Only...

Yun Yun's gaze sharpened slightly.

Only, when this boy was thinking, could his eyes not dart all over the place?

She had noticed it just now.

Feng Yun's gaze seemed to be drifting back and forth between her face, her chest, and the legs beneath the hem of her skirt.

Yun Yun frowned faintly.

It was probably just her imagination.

After all, he was only six.

"Feng Yun."

Yun Yun spoke, interrupting his thoughts.

"Hm?"

"I've made a decision."

Feng Yun immediately sat up straight.

"Please speak."

Yun Yun's eyes turned serious.

She looked at the six-year-old child before her and said, enunciating each word, "Since I awakened by borrowing your soul power, I will not accept your kindness for nothing."

Her tone was still cool and clear.

But within that coolness, there was now a bit more of the bearing that belonged to the master of a sect.

Proud and self-possessed, repaying kindness and resentment with clear distinction.

"Your martial soul's attribute is wind. The wind-attribute techniques and Dou Techniques of my Cloud Mist Sect are perfectly suited for you."

"I am willing to accept you as my disciple and pass down the Cloud Mist Sect's secret arts to you."

Take him as her disciple?

Feng Yun's pupils shrank slightly.

It was here!

After waiting for several chapters, it was finally here!

The master-disciple relationship!

This was the officially paired... ahem, the officially certified bond!

"Of course."

Yun Yun lifted her eyes slightly, her tone still utterly calm.

"If you are unwilling, I will not force you. I will only—"

"I'm willing!"

Feng Yun answered with incredible speed.

So fast he nearly bit his own tongue.

Was this some kind of joke?!

Yun Yun as his master!

She was both a great beauty and a Dou Emperor powerhouse.

Who in their right mind would say no to that?

Anyone who refused must have had their brain slammed in a door!

Yun Yun was slightly startled by his lightning-fast reply.

Then the faintest trace of a smile rose at the corner of her lips.

The smile was very shallow.

So shallow that if one did not look closely, one would not notice it at all.

But Feng Yun caught it.

A snow lotus on an iceberg had bloomed again. She was beautiful enough to make bubbles pop!

"Good."

Yun Yun said softly, "From today onward, you are my, Yun Yun's, disciple."

"Uh..."

Feng Yun suddenly scratched his head.

Feng Yun asked with a face full of pure innocence.

"Then, Master, does our master-disciple lineage have any rules?"

"For example... the first rule of the lineage: one must not disrespect one's master?"

Yun Yun thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Naturally."

"Please instruct me clearly, Master!"

Feng Yun sat up straight, looking utterly sincere and eager to learn.

"The first rule of the lineage."

Yun Yun spoke slowly, her tone solemn.

"Respect your master and revere the Dao. You must not defy me."

"This disciple will remember!"

Feng Yun nodded like he was pounding garlic.

"What about the second rule?"

Yun Yun paused.

She suddenly remembered that the Cloud Mist Sect's sect rules did not seem very suited to the current situation.

After all, this was another world. She was a remnant soul, and Feng Yun was her only disciple.

Her expression dimmed slightly.

But she quickly reined in her emotions.

She decided to make up some rules suited to the current situation.

"The second rule: cultivate diligently and do not slack off."

"This disciple will remember!"

Feng Yun kept nodding.

"What about the third rule?"

"The third rule..."

Yun Yun thought for a moment. "You are not allowed to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors."

Feng Yun: "..."

This "deceive your master and destroy your ancestors"—which kind of "deceive" did she mean?

He cleared his throat.

"Don't worry, Master!"

"I'll be perfectly honest and behave myself. I definitely won't mess around!"

Yun Yun looked at his solemn little face and kept feeling that something was off.

But she did not look into it.

She merely nodded slightly.

"Enough."

"We will stop here for today."

"I need to rest."

With that, her figure turned into a streak of azure light and sank back into the ring.

Only Feng Yun was left on Wind Cliff again.

He stood up, patted the dirt off his backside, then looked at the ring on his finger, the corners of his mouth slowly rising.

No matter how you looked at that smile, it did not belong on a six-year-old child.

"Respect your teacher and honor the Way..."

"Cultivate diligently..."

"Do not deceive your master or betray your ancestors..."

Feng Yun recited the three rules once.

Then he rubbed his chin, looking thoughtful.

"In other words..."

"As long as I don't break these three, everything else is allowed?"

When he said this, his expression was as serious as could be.

As if he were pondering some profound cultivation problem.

"Heh heh. A rebellious disciple making a move on his master isn't one of the three rules!"