Xuan Zi Takes a Disciple?

At that moment, Xuan Xiao was sleeping soundly with Zhu Lu in his arms. Well, they were only sleeping while cuddling.

This was the Shrek boys' dormitory. No matter how lecherous he was, he would not dare fool around in a place like this. If the dorm inspectors caught him, things would get ugly.

Zhu Lu was curled up in his arms like a well-behaved kitten, breathing evenly and sleeping peacefully. A faint smile lingered on her face, as if she were having a wonderful dream.

This was the most soundly she had slept in years.

"Old Mu, there's nothing."

Xuan Zi looked at Mu En with an agonized expression, his face full of exhaustion and helplessness. The bags beneath his eyes were practically hanging down to the corners of his mouth.

The two of them had spent a full week searching through books in Sea God's Pavilion for information on that black shadow. They had practically buried themselves in piles of old papers, and their hair was covered in dust. They looked like homeless men who had just crawled out of a dumpster.

Yan Shaozhe rubbed his brow, his voice hoarse with fatigue.

"Yes, Teacher. We've gone through every ancient record, but there's absolutely no information about that black shadow."

"Not even the slightest mention. It's as if that thing had never appeared on the Douluo Continent."

Mu En fell silent for a moment before speaking slowly, his voice calm and utterly without ripples. "Either no one has ever seen it, or everyone who saw it died."

His voice was calm, but his words made both Xuan Zi and Yan Shaozhe shudder. A chill shot from the soles of their feet straight to the tops of their heads.

The two exchanged a glance and saw fear in each other's eyes.

Everyone who saw it had died?

Did that not mean the black shadow's existence had been a taboo throughout the entire history of the Douluo Continent?

No one dared record it. No one dared speak of it. Everyone who had seen it was dead.

Mu En waved a hand, his tone carrying a trace of weariness.

"Forget it. Go rest. Treat it as though that black shadow never appeared. Do not go to the Far North again."

Yan Shaozhe nodded, then seemed to remember something and asked again.

"Teacher, has that boy Xuan Xiao joined the Inspection Corps?"

Mu En shook his head and replied evenly.

"He resolved his fourth soul ring himself and did not require the academy's help. According to our agreement, he did not join the Inspection Corps."

"His current identity is merely that of an ordinary student, and he is not under the Inspection Corps' jurisdiction."

Yan Shaozhe nodded thoughtfully, bowed to Mu En, then turned and headed out.

Xuan Zi followed behind him. After leaving Sea God's Pavilion, he quickened his pace to catch up with Yan Shaozhe and asked curiously.

"Shaozhe, what is so special about that boy named Xuan Xiao? Why are you and Old Mu paying him so much attention?"

He had gone to the Far North immediately after returning from an Inspection Corps mission with his men, so he had no idea what had happened during this time.

Seeing how curious he was, Yan Shaozhe did not hide it from him. He merely said four words: "Ultimate Wind."

Xuan Zi abruptly stopped. His entire body froze as though he had been hit by a paralysis spell. His eyes widened like bells, and his mouth hung open wide enough to fit a fist.

"What?!"

Even his voice cracked, filled with disbelief and shock.

One had to know that only three ultimate attributes had appeared on the entire continent in the past ten thousand years. Every one of them had been a figure capable of shaking heaven and earth, and every one had become a legend.

And now, Ultimate Wind had appeared once more!

Yan Shaozhe smiled at his stunned expression and said,

"I remember that before you left, the new homeroom teacher assigned to Class One was your disciple's disciple, Wang Yan. You can ask him about the details. I have something to do, so I'll be leaving first."

Watching Yan Shaozhe's retreating figure, Xuan Zi forced himself to perk up. He no longer cared about his exhaustion and headed straight for Wang Yan's staff dormitory.

Wang Yan was preparing lessons in his room. When he heard the knock, he opened the door and found Xuan Zi outside. He hurriedly invited him in.

When he saw Xuan Zi's severed left arm, he could not help freezing for a moment before cautiously asking, "Elder Xuan? Your arm..."

Xuan Zi waved a hand impatiently. "It's nothing, just a minor matter. Bring out that Xuan Xiao's records. I want to see them."

Wang Yan did not dare delay. He quickly pulled Xuan Xiao's enrollment file from the cabinet and handed it to Xuan Zi.

Xuan Zi took the file and flipped through it page by page. The more he read, the brighter his eyes became, and the more animated his expression grew.

Two purple and two black soul rings, soul power at Rank 43, an Ultimate Wind martial soul, and that absurd passive damage reduction ability...

He was practically a born warrior!

After finishing the file, Xuan Zi's eyes shone brightly. He was so excited that he felt like a man who had starved for three days and suddenly found himself facing a lavish feast.

He had become crippled, and it would be impossible for him to break through to Limit Douluo in this lifetime. But his disciple could!

If he could take Xuan Xiao as his disciple and pass on everything he had learned in his life, then the boy's future achievements would be beyond measure!

He had already made up his mind. First thing tomorrow morning, he would go take a disciple.

With his status as a Rank 98 Super Douluo and the title of commander of the Shrek Inspection Corps, he refused to believe the brat would turn him down.

Early the next morning, sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains and into the dormitory. Xuan Xiao was still sleeping soundly with Zhu Lu in his arms, a trace of drool hanging from the corner of his mouth. In his dream, he was counting the treasures he had looted from the Far North and grinning from ear to ear.

Then came a thunderous pounding at the door. The blows were so forceful that the door shook, while dust sifted down from the frame.

Xuan Xiao was jolted awake by the sudden noise. His brow furrowed, and without even opening his eyes, he roared, "Get lost!"

The hallway outside fell quiet for a second. Then, with a bang, the door was shoved open directly. Even the lock was blasted off, bouncing twice across the floor with a clattering sound.

Xuan Zi strode inside with a smug, determined grin, looking as though taking Xuan Xiao as his disciple was a favor he was bestowing.

Xuan Xiao sat up, his face turning completely grim. His gaze was cold enough to freeze someone to death, and it seemed as though the room temperature had dropped several degrees.

Zhu Lu was awakened as well. She opened her eyes groggily and froze when she saw a one-armed old man standing in the doorway. She hurriedly sat up and tugged the blanket over herself.

Xuan Zi did not notice Xuan Xiao's grim expression at all—or perhaps he simply did not care. He puffed out his chest, cleared his throat, and spoke in a lofty tone.

"Brat, I am Shrek's second strongest expert, the Rank 98 Gluttonous Douluo, and the commander of the Shrek Inspection Corps, Xuan Zi."

"I see that you possess extraordinary bones and exceptional talent. I intend to accept you as my disciple. If you become my disciple, I guarantee that you will reach Soul Emperor within five years and Soul Sage within ten."

After saying that, he deliberately released a trace of his soul power pressure, intending to show off his strength.

Xuan Xiao looked at him and remained silent for three seconds.

Then he took a deep breath and used every ounce of strength in his body to roar one word: "Get lost!"

The shout was so loud that the windows buzzed. Outside, a flock of sleeping birds was startled awake and flapped away in panic.

Xuan Zi's smile froze on his face. He stood there dumbfounded, as though he had been struck by lightning.

In all his years of life, this was the first time someone had rejected him so bluntly and decisively.

And it was a twelve-year-old little brat, at that.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed the words before they came out. In the end, he could only stand there awkwardly, caught between advancing and retreating.

Zhu Lu poked half her head out from under the blanket. When she saw Xuan Zi's old face, she was so frightened that she immediately shrank back under it like a startled rabbit.