Master, You Must Take My Wife as Your Disciple~

"System, you said that taking in one disciple would let me rise directly to Rank 99, Ultimate Douluo?"

"Ding! Yes, Host. As long as the disciple you take meets the system's requirements, you will immediately gain the strength of a Rank 99 Ultimate Title Douluo."

"Guaranteed?"

"Guaranteed, Host!"

"If it's not guaranteed, I'll find a watermelon and smash myself to death on the spot, leaving you, a system, to grow old alone!"

"Explain the system's requirements."

Ding! System disciple acceptance criteria:

First, potential to become a god

Second, supreme talent

Third, extraordinary looks

"Damn it, do you know my martial soul is a wooden stick and that I'm a worthless piece of trash with no innate soul power? You want me to take in some top-tier genius as a disciple? Did you do this on purpose, or by accident?"

"Ding! Host, I am merely the system's initial guiding intelligence. After you accept a disciple, I will disappear. I cannot interfere with the system's rules, so it was an intentional accident."

"You have ten days left to take in a disciple. If you fail, you will be judged as a complete shit-tier piece of trash. The system will abandon you and seek another master. Please keep working hard, Host!"

"Fuck, ********, ****, ****, *****..."

"Please use civilized language, Host..."

Yang Xing had braved the elements to reach the outskirts of Soto City. Looking at the towering, thick-walled city with its exotic atmosphere before him, he held an unknown leaf between his teeth and muttered a string of highly mother-related civilized language at the system through garbled speech. His gaze gradually turned distant.

Thinking back, his legendary life had to be traced back to a certain night eighteen years ago.

He vaguely remembered fighting eighteen vicious thugs alone. He had battled bloodily for five and a half hours, wielding his raging dragon against the phoenix, and had only barely emerged victorious.

Yet there had simply been too many thugs, and their attacks had been too fierce. Though he won, he had also died from complete exhaustion.

When he woke again, he had arrived in the current world of Douluo Continent.

Naturally, Yang Xing had read the Douluo Continent novels. He had thought a life of soaring to the heavens like a heifer riding a rocket awaited him.

Who could have expected that when he turned six, heaven would envy his talent and crush him beneath the waves? He had only awakened a tiny wooden-stick martial soul and zero soul power.

He had been deeply unconvinced at the time. Even if he was too outstanding and had been targeted by heaven's envy and shady dealings, his martial soul should not have been just a tiny wooden stick, right?

Did that fit his style?

No, it did not!

At the very least, it should have been a big wooden stick, a thick wooden stick, or a fire-poking stick!

This tiny wooden stick was simply too insulting!

From then on, he remained depressed for two and a half years.

Yet no matter how desperately heaven tried to conceal his excellence, it could only hide the surface. It could not erase the golden brilliance of his true nature.

Thus, the system arrived!

And when it introduced itself to him, it bragged so extravagantly that the skies darkened, claiming that as long as he took in one disciple—

No need for ninety-nine years of cultivation!

No need for eighty-eight years of cultivation!

No need to risk life and limb!

He could painlessly walk away with a complete Rank 99 Title Douluo cultivation set!

Thus began Yang Xing's next ten years of disciple-taking—a life that had seen only a little wind and frost.

Then, he was successfully driven out of the village and out of the city by his parents and the village aunties.

Yang Xing still remembered the reluctance of his three-hundred-and-sixty-fifth prospective good disciple, who was already two months along in the belly of his designated Seventh Aunt, when he left.

Every bit of it had been expressed through the wildly flapping lips of Seventh Aunt and Seventh Uncle.

So, carrying his parents' reluctance, the hopes of his fellow villagers, and the only possession he had besides ten copper soul coins—a map—he traveled on foot for half a month, crossing mountains and sleeping in the open before arriving outside Soto City.

During that time, he had not forgotten his great ambition of taking in disciples.

Unfortunately, everyone he encountered was an uneducated country bumpkin with insufficient modern education. None recognized that he was a dragon temporarily stranded in shallow waters, and all shortsightedly rejected him.

But he did not blame them. He only felt regret that they had missed what might have been the greatest opportunity of their lives.

Still, considering that some people had rejected him but possessed enough foresight to invest a certain amount in him—

Yang Xing was someone who repaid kindness. He decided that once he made it big, he would definitely return the favor.

There were now only ten days left before the system abandoned him and demoted him to a shit-tier piece of trash.

Yang Xing had never accepted his fate.

His eyes focused, their light gradually turning serious. He suddenly spat the remaining leaf from his mouth, rose heroically to his feet, puffed out his chest, and strode toward Soto City's gates.

"Damn it, go big or go home! At worst, I'll reincarnate again!"

Three days later, a plain yet not shabby carriage stopped outside Soto City's gates.

A young girl in a simple white dress soon stepped down from it.

She had neat, ear-length short hair and stood a little over 1.6 meters tall. From the skin visible around her neck, it was clear that her complexion was exceptionally fair and tender.

After politely paying the fare, the girl leisurely walked into Soto City.

The moment she entered, the city's rich exotic atmosphere and dazzling shops and street vendors caught her eye. Before long, she was carrying all sorts of large and small bags in her hands.

The girl was extraordinarily beautiful. As she skipped through the bustling streets, she was like a butterfly dancing among flowers, drawing countless gazes.

Clearly, she had long grown accustomed to being the center of attention and did not find it strange in the slightest.

But soon, a fortune-telling stall she had never seen before, located fifty meters from Soto City's southern gate, caught her attention.

About three minutes earlier, the girl had already begun to find touring Soto City rather dull. As the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong had seen practically everything. She had only been briefly intrigued by Soto City's exotic atmosphere because she had never visited this place before.

After looking around for a while, Ning Rongrong felt it was nothing special. Her purpose in coming to this small city in the Barak Kingdom, a subsidiary kingdom of the Heaven Dou Empire, was to enroll in the Shrek Academy that had caught her interest. After asking around for directions and unexpectedly learning that it was located outside Soto City, she had hurried to the southern gate, intending to leave the city and register.

Then she heard two suddenly loud voices.

"Wow! Master! Master! You truly are a miraculous fortune-teller! Three months ago, you said my wife couldn't get pregnant because my position was wrong. After I went home and followed the position you instructed me to use when making a child with my wife, I really hit the mark in one go. She's pregnant now! Thank you so much! But my wife was born weak, so I want her to acknowledge you as her master and serve you for the rest of her life. I only ask that you ensure my son is born safely!"

"Benefactor, you are too kind. Your wife becoming pregnant was something already written in your fate. This poor Daoist merely used a small trick to foresee the position you used on the night you got your wife pregnant and told you in advance. There is no need for such a grand gesture. Besides, this poor Daoist only accepts those with fate as disciples. Just leave behind a small offering and be on your way~"

"No, Master! If you won't take my wife as your disciple, I won't feel at ease! You absolutely must—"

"Pfft—"