Refusing Qian Daoliu

Chu Hao briefly tested the comfort of the Pope's Throne, then slowly rose to his feet and coldly declined Qian Daoliu's offer to take him as a disciple.

Honestly, the Pope's Throne was hard as a rock and uncomfortable to sit on. He had no idea why Bibi Dong liked it—did she actually find it comfortable?

Sure enough, women all basically had the same tastes.

"It's not too late, not too late. As long as you're willing, I can be your teacher."

Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu's gaze dimmed slightly.

But he would not give up so easily. As long as there was hope, he would fight for it.

Bibi Dong, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief at Chu Hao's answer.

It was impossible for her not to worry that Chu Hao might turn on her and take Qian Daoliu as his master instead.

After all, Qian Daoliu was renowned as one of the three supreme powerhouses of Douluo Continent.

It would not have been unreasonable for Chu Hao to admire him.

"Do you think the two of us are suitable?" Chu Hao asked coldly.

"Suitable, of course we're suitable."

Qian Daoliu felt somewhat awkward upon hearing the word "suitable."

Are you sure that was the right word to use?

Yet no matter how awkward Chu Hao's wording was, he could only agree.

"No. Your cultivation method does not suit me."

"Please leave."

Chu Hao was somewhat moved by Qian Daoliu's persistence.

Perhaps in this world, he was the only one who could make Qian Daoliu lower himself so much just to accept a disciple.

But unfortunately, Qian Daoliu's cultivation method was not suited to him.

He had come to Spirit Hall and taken Bibi Dong as his master not for fame, nor because he admired Bibi Dong's beauty, much less because he wanted to conquer her.

It was only because Bibi Dong was one of the Gods of Slaughter of Douluo Continent. She possessed abundant resources and knew the quickest route to Slaughter City. For now, she was the most advantageous shortcut for him to rapidly raise his cultivation.

Although Qian Daoliu was one of the three supreme powerhouses of Douluo Continent and held the identity of the Angel God's guardian, he could offer Chu Hao far too little help.

Naturally, Chu Hao would choose the side that benefited him more.

Qian Daoliu froze the instant he heard his answer.

How could this be?

He had been rejected.

That should not have happened.

Could it be that my status and strength are not enough to teach you?

No, there had to be something strange going on.

Bibi Dong must have done something to him, making him afraid to speak or make decisions freely.

"Child, are you worried that Bibi Dong will make things difficult for you if you become my disciple?"

"Rest assured. As long as I am here, no one in this world dares to act recklessly before me—not even Bibi Dong."

"As long as you are willing to become my disciple, I will make you the master of Elder Hall."

"At that time, no one will dare harm you."

"Perhaps you still do not understand the authority held by the master of Elder Hall."

"Within Spirit Hall, it is a supreme position. No one can interfere with Elder Hall's decisions, not even the Pope."

For Chu Hao's sake, Qian Daoliu had truly gone all out, even offering up the position of master of Elder Hall.

What sincerity that was.

Bibi Dong found it unbelievable and difficult to imagine.

It was insane!

But unfortunately, Chu Hao remained unmoved.

"Sorry, we truly aren't suitable," Chu Hao replied coldly without hesitation.

Bibi Dong's face lit up with wild delight.

Good kid. Just as expected of someone I have my eye on.

You've got guts!

Qian Daoliu, meanwhile, wore an incomparably gloomy expression.

After being rejected time and again, he had lost all face.

Good kid!

Am I really inferior to Bibi Dong?

Even if you wanted to refuse, you didn't have to be so decisive about it.

At the very least, you could have said you'd consider it and turned him down tactfully.

"Kid, are you sure?"

Perhaps his pride had been wounded, because Qian Daoliu's tone turned icy.

Seeing this, Bibi Dong hurriedly shielded Chu Hao behind her and said, "Qian Daoliu, what do you mean by this? He has already made his wishes clear. Are you planning to take him by force? Don't forget, we have an agreement."

"Fine, fine, fine!"

"Kid, I hope you won't regret your decision!"

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, left behind that harsh warning, then flicked his sleeve and departed.

Since the boy did not wish to take him as his master, there was no need to force the matter.

Qian Daoliu's skin was not that thick.

Watching Qian Daoliu leave, Chu Hao knew he had thoroughly offended him. Life would likely not be easy for him from now on.

After Qian Renxue learned of this, she might make things difficult for him in every possible way, perhaps even endangering Chu Ling.

But he believed Bibi Dong would arrange everything properly.

All he needed to do next was earn Bibi Dong's trust, make use of her authority and Spirit Hall's resources, and rapidly increase his strength.

Only with great strength could he make his own decisions in all matters.

"Good disciple, you did wonderfully today!"

"Your master truly did not misjudge you."

"Don't worry, Qian Daoliu wouldn't dare do anything to you."

"Your master will send people to protect you in secret."

After Qian Daoliu stormed off in anger, Bibi Dong was overjoyed and pulled Chu Hao into her arms.

After all, in her eyes, Chu Hao was merely a child who had yet to grow up.

And if she wanted to completely win Chu Hao's acknowledgment and trust, she had to show him absolute, unreserved care.

But Bibi Dong was quite strong, and her embrace made it a little difficult for Chu Hao to breathe.

If this continued, he would suffocate to death sooner or later.

Left with no choice, Chu Hao used both hands and began struggling desperately just to get another breath.

His struggle immediately caught Bibi Dong's attention, and she hurriedly released him.

The moment he was freed, Chu Hao took a huge breath.

Good heavens!

He had nearly been smothered to death.

If he had really suffocated to death like that, how embarrassing would that have been?

"Ah, good disciple, sorry. Your master didn't mean to do that. Are you all right?"

Seeing Chu Hao's flushed face and ragged breathing, Bibi Dong instantly realized that her actions had left him breathless and hurriedly apologized.

Her concern only made Chu Hao even more embarrassed.

"Te... Teacher, I'm fine!" Chu Hao said somewhat shyly.

"It's good that you're fine. Your master will be more careful next time."

Bibi Dong gently stroked his head, smiling at him indulgently.

"Teacher, I'm really fine!"

Chu Hao waved his hand awkwardly.

He had not expected Bibi Dong to care for him so deeply. It caught him somewhat off guard.

"Teacher..."

Just as Chu Hao was feeling somewhat puzzled about this, a sweet, pleasant voice called out.

A beautiful young girl in a pink dress ran inside.

Chu Hao looked toward the beautiful girl running over.

"Eh? Who is this little brat? Why are you holding Teacher's hand? Let go of her! Teacher is mine."

The young girl who had run in looked at Chu Hao, whose little hand Bibi Dong was holding, and her charming willow-leaf brows knitted tightly together.

She even attacked Chu Hao directly, slapping her palm toward him.

Seeing this, Chu Hao subconsciously believed he was in danger, and a flash of cold light passed through his icy eyes.

His hand became a sword as he pointed through the air!

A streak of killing sword qi shot forth.