Xiao Yan Takes a Master (Please Bookmark, Please Recommend)

The room was somewhat dim.

For the past two or three days, Xiao Yan had remained inside the house. Even his meals were brought to him by Xiao Xun'er.

Every day, he cultivated for eight or nine hours before going into the inner room, sitting in the chair by the table and staring intently at the ring pinned beneath a wooden block.

Today, after finishing his cultivation, Xiao Xun'er brought him food. After eating, the two chatted for nearly an hour or two.

Only after Xiao Xun'er left did he rise and head into the inner room.

But the instant his gaze fell upon the table, his body suddenly stiffened. The piece of Soul-Nourishing Wood Xiao Meng had given him was gone.

Xiao Yan rushed over, twisted the ring free, and roared furiously, "Old man, get the hell out here right now!"

The Soul-Nourishing Wood's disappearance meant that the remnant soul inside the ring had awakened and claimed it for himself. This made Xiao Yan even more enraged.

Yet the ring showed no reaction at all.

"Old bastard, get out here now, did you hear me?" Xiao Yan shouted darkly.

"Damn it, you dare ignore me? I gave you face, didn't I?" Enraged, Xiao Yan somehow found a thin needle. He carefully inspected the ring and eventually discovered an extremely tiny pinhole on it.

"If you won't come out, I'll poke you to death!" Xiao Yan jabbed the needle into it, his face twisted viciously.

You still won't come out, huh?!

"Old man, if you don't come out, I'll piss on you!" Xiao Yan had completely lost his mind. He jumped onto the table, making as if to pull down his pants, having even forgotten that this ring was a relic left behind by his mother.

"Ahem, little fellow, don't get worked up. Don't get worked up!" A scalp-tingling voice came from within the ring. Then a transparent soul floated out, dressed in fluttering white robes with the bearing of an immortal.

Seeing Xiao Yan about to pull down his pants and greet him with virgin boy's urine, Yao Chen was so terrified that his soul nearly scattered.

When enemies met, their eyes blazed with hatred.

Fire seemed to shoot from Xiao Yan's eyes as his fury soared to the heavens. Without another word, he threw a punch at Yao Chen's face.

Yao Chen: "..."

"Little brat, don't be rash!" Yao Chen vanished as though teleporting, appearing far away in the blink of an eye.

Though Xiao Yan was startled, the thought that this old man was the chief culprit behind his humiliation made the rage in his heart impossible to suppress. He lunged madly at Yao Chen, raising his fists to strike.

Had he really fallen so low... that a little Dou Qi nobody was chasing him around and beating him? Yao Chen felt miserable just thinking about it. He had no strength to complain, but he had absorbed the other's Dou Qi for so many years and was in the wrong, so he could not fight back.

"Old man, stand still and let me beat you up, or I'll never let this go!" Xiao Yan had pounced around for ages without even touching a hair on Yao Chen, exhausting himself instead.

Yao Chen's mouth twitched. Do you take me for an idiot?

Seeing through the old man's thoughts, the youth gritted his teeth and said, "If you're not an idiot, come over obediently and let me beat the hell out of you."

With that, the youth picked up the ring from the table and clenched it tightly in his hand. Then he raised his fist, threatening the old man.

Yao Chen's face immediately darkened. His lifeline had been seized!

"Little fellow, let's talk this over properly," Yao Chen said with an awkward smile.

Xiao Yan roared, "I have nothing to say to you. I just want to suppress you, then beat you up once every day."

"Ahem, little brat, do you want to become stronger? This old man can help you," Yao Chen said, nearly choked speechless by Xiao Yan. If he had not been in the wrong, he truly wanted to show this little bastard why flowers were so red.

Xiao Yan was utterly unmoved. Curling his lip, he said, "Without you, you shameless old bastard, constantly absorbing my Dou Qi, would someone with my talent even need you to become stronger?"

"Sigh! I had just been thinking of passing all my alchemy skills on to you. So you don't want to learn? It seems I was overthinking things." Yao Chen looked up and sighed, wearing the air of a lonely master.

"Alchemy?" Xiao Yan's eyes lit up, but he seemed to think of something. His expression instantly calmed, and he remained unmoved.

"Old man, get down here and let me beat you up, did you hear me? Otherwise, just wait to fend for yourself!" Xiao Yan pretended not to have heard anything and bared his teeth.

"This little bastard really won't act until he sees the reward."

Naturally, Xiao Yan's reaction did not escape Yao Chen's notice. In the end, he played his trump card. "Sigh! I have so many Heaven-tier Dou Techniques with no one to inherit them. What a pity, what a pity!"

Thud!

"Disciple Xiao Yan pays respects to Master!" Upon hearing "Heaven-tier Dou Techniques," Xiao Yan immediately dropped to his knees and performed the ceremony of taking a master.

Xiao Meng had said that this old man had once been an extraordinary figure, a powerful expert who had roamed the continent. Even if he had no Heaven-tier Dou Techniques, he must have Earth-tier ones, right? Besides, his third brother had wanted him to take this man as his master anyway, so he would have to kowtow sooner or later. He might as well do it cleanly now.

Yao Chen was completely dumbfounded. "?????"

What kind of creature was this? One second ago, he wanted to beat him up; the next, he dropped to his knees and wanted to become his disciple.

"Master, are you tired? Come down and have a seat." After standing, Xiao Yan dragged over a stool from the side, wearing a shy smile that only young girls usually had.

Yao Chen: "..."

He was a soul body. What use was a chair to him?

"Master, are you thirsty?"

Yao Chen: "???"

"Master, are you hungry?"

"Kid, stop it. I never said I'd accept you as my disciple," Yao Chen said, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. Would he get thirsty? Would he get hungry?

At those words, Xiao Yan's expression instantly turned gloomy. He changed faces faster than turning a page.

"Old bastard, give you an inch and you take a mile, huh?" Xiao Yan said coldly, his face icy.

Yao Chen: "???"

He had never seen anyone change faces so quickly.

"Damn it, you think I can't deal with you just because you can fly? Just wait. I'm going to get someone. If I don't kill you today, I lose!" Xiao Yan stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

"Wait, kid! Isn't it enough if I agree? I agree to take you as my disciple!" Just as Xiao Yan was about to open the outer door, Yao Chen panicked and hurriedly stopped him.

"Heh, you want to accept me as your disciple, so I have to take you as my master?" Xiao Yan turned around with a cold laugh.

Yao Chen truly wanted to curse. This little bastard was actually putting on airs with him now.

"You don't want to become an alchemist?" Yao Chen forced out a smile and asked.

Heh.

Xiao Yan sneered.

Yao Chen's face stiffened. What the hell did "heh" mean?

"Heaven-tier Dou Techniques. Do you want to learn them?" Yao Chen drew a deep breath, forcing a smile with all his might.

Xiao Yan held out his hand. His meaning could not have been clearer: hand over the Heaven-tier Dou Techniques first.

"Kowtow and acknowledge me as your master first," Yao Chen said, blowing his beard and glaring.

Xiao Yan said expressionlessly, "I already kowtowed just now."

Yao Chen nearly spat out several mouthfuls of soul-blood in rage and roared with utter loss of composure, "You still owe two!"

"Give me the Dou Techniques first, then I'll make up the other two." Xiao Yan wore an expression that said, Don't think you can trick me.

Yao Chen: "%@%#..."

He nearly dropped to his knees!

"Go get someone. I can't take this anymore. I want to perish together with you all," Yao Chen said with a deep breath.

Xiao Yan's mouth twitched. Then he decisively dropped to his knees and completed the remaining two loud kowtows.

"Damn it?" Yao Chen's worldview suffered a severe blow.

"Old man, where are the Heaven-tier Dou Techniques?" Xiao Yan stood and held out his hand for them.

"I have roamed the continent for a thousand years, and I have never seen a shameless bastard like you."

"We're two of a kind, so don't let the pot call the kettle black. We're both the same," Xiao Yan said with a curl of his lip.

"To hell with being two of a kind! I'm your master, not your big brother!" Yao Chen said darkly.

Xiao Yan covered his forehead with one hand, then lowered it and looked at Yao Chen with impatience. "Old man, hurry up and give me the Dou Techniques."

"You unfilial disciple!"

Yao Chen roared, "Call me Master!"

"Give me the Dou Techniques first."

Xiao Yan shot back.

"You little bastard, if I don't teach you a lesson today, do you really think your master has no temper?" Yao Chen suddenly realized that it was only natural for a master to beat his disciple.

Damn it, there was no reason not to beat him.

And so, Xiao Yan suffered.

Four or five hours later, the two finally settled all their negotiations.

"Master, that Soul-Nourishing Wood belongs to my third brother. Since you've awakened, take it out so I can return it to him," Xiao Yan said seriously.

"Let your master use it for a while longer. Otherwise, I won't last more than a few days before falling dormant again. How would I teach you to cultivate then?" Yao Chen stroked his beard and said solemnly.

That piece of Soul-Nourishing Wood was tremendously useful for restoring his soul. How could he hand it over so easily? Besides, the disciple's elder brother ought to show him filial respect, shouldn't he? Thus, he used that Soul-Nourishing Wood with a clear conscience.

Xiao Yan rolled his eyes. "Master, my third brother has a bad temper. If you anger him, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it."

"What did you call me?" Yao Chen asked calmly.

Xiao Yan froze, then blurted out, "Master!"

"Have you ever heard the saying, 'A master for a day, a father for life'?" Yao Chen asked, glancing sideways at him.

Xiao Yan felt terrible all over. This old bastard was far too shameless.

"He is your third brother, and I am practically your father. Don't you understand what that makes my relationship with him?" Yao Chen sneered.

"If he dares make things hard for me, isn't he afraid of being struck by lightning?"

Pfft!

Xiao Yan spat blood.