Taking Ning Rongrong as a Disciple, Soul Power Breaks Through Level Eighty

"Sh-She really rolled three top-tier red Trait Entries?!"

"Oh no, please no! I wanted to be Immortal Su's first disciple!"

"Quick, press my philtrum! The thought of her successfully becoming his disciple and getting close to Immortal Su in the future is making it hard to breathe—I'm going to faint!"

"Why does she deserve it? Fine, she's prettier than me, but her talent is better too? I don't want to live anymore~"

"Waaah~"

As Ning Rongrong rolled three supreme-grade Trait Entries, the information confirming that she met the Apprenticeship Standard appeared.

In an instant, countless young girls were green with envy, while another group of delicately dressed beauties nearly fainted from anger.

The more others envied, hated, and resented her, the better Ning Rongrong felt.

She patted the Detection Platform with her little hand and said smugly,

"Looks like you know what's good for you!"

"Where is this so-called Immortal?"

"Let me see what kind of person he is. If I'm not satisfied, you'd better refund me!"

Though she was rich, she could not just throw money away.

Especially since that card belonged to Sword Grandpa. How was she supposed to explain it later?

The one fuming the most was probably Ma Hongjun, who had been standing nearby and watching the show.

He had originally planned to show off, pick up a girlfriend, and properly vent his evil fire.

Instead, he failed to show off, ruined his reputation, and did not even roll Trait Entries as good as an auxiliary-type's!

"Fake. This is fake."

"Immortal Residence's apprenticeship requirements and evaluation standards are flawed!"

"I'm a powerful attack-type Soul Grandmaster. Why are my Trait Entries worse than those of an auxiliary-type Soul Master like you?"

"You must be a plant from Immortal Residence. Give me an explanation. If you can't convince me, then become my girlfriend and sleep with me until I'm convinced!"

Ma Hongjun strode forward and seized Ning Rongrong's wrist.

As a beast Martial Soul Soul Grandmaster, his arm strength far surpassed that of ordinary people. Ning Rongrong, a little auxiliary-type girl, could not break free at all. Her pretty face flushed red with anger as she said,

"Do you know who I am? Let go of me!"

"Who cares who you are? Once we make it a done deal, no matter your identity, you'll be mine!"

Ma Hongjun said lewdly.

He had no choice. Cuihua had been threatening to break up with him lately, and he needed to find a steady girlfriend to vent his fire. Otherwise, he could only go to a brothel and sleep with cheap trash.

What Ning Rongrong had not expected was that the dead fatty was not merely overbearing and lustful.

The girls watching around them actually wore malicious expressions, as if they could not wait for Ma Hongjun to abduct and defile her.

She even heard some whispered comments.

"Take her away already. Don't let her meet Immortal Su."

"Immortal Su is mine! I'll come roll Trait Entries every day too, until I get three top-tier red Trait Entries!"

"Everyone knows pretty girls are usually paired with ugly men. This dead fatty suits you perfectly!"

"Look how much he likes you. Just give in to him!"

Some sharp-tongued women began stirring things up.

Hearing those words, Ma Hongjun became even more excited and dragged Ning Rongrong away.

But as those filthy words reached Ning Rongrong's ears, she felt utterly wronged, and her eyes instantly reddened.

"Y-You... how can you be like this?"

"Let go of me!"

Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth and desperately tried to shake Ma Hongjun off.

But Ma Hongjun only gripped harder, making her wrist ache. He wore a lustful grin as he said,

"See? Everyone says we're a perfect match. Just give in to me. I'll definitely make you feel good."

"Shameless bastard!"

But Ning Rongrong was ultimately just a frail auxiliary-type Soul Master. How could she possibly match the strength of a powerful attack-type Soul Master? She could only be dragged along by Ma Hongjun.

But at that very moment.

A leisurely flute melody drifted out from within Immortal Residence. It was like a gentle breeze brushing past, yet also like a gale of whistling sword blades, directly blasting Ma Hongjun away.

The terrifying impact was like being struck by a truck. The instant he hit the ground, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Yet the moment that flute music sounded, no one cared whether Ma Hongjun lived or died.

"No one is permitted to force my disciple to do anything."

It was an exceptionally detached voice, as though it had descended from beyond the nine heavens.

Following the voice, everyone looked over.

They saw a young man in white robes, a red sash at his waist, a silver crown on his head, and an Immortal Xiao in his hand slowly reveal himself.

His feet did not touch the ground as he slowly descended the mountain amid the falling red leaves. His bearing was as graceful as an Immortal descending to the mortal realm, his brows and eyes incomparably refined, his handsome features unlike those of any ordinary man.

With every step, a faint immortal aura seemed to coil around him. Fallen leaves rustled onto the tips of his hair, echoing his presence.

The scene was like a painting come to life.

The moment he appeared, he became the greatest focus between heaven and earth, drawing every gaze.

The young women and beautiful matrons watching below the mountain suddenly held their breath. Countless eyes fixed firmly upon the white-robed figure, their heartbeats spiraling out of control as they stared blankly at the Immortal slowly descending through the red leaves.

All clamor and murmurs vanished in an instant, leaving only overwhelming amazement.

When everyone came back to their senses, that transcendent figure had already arrived before Ning Rongrong.

Only then did endless cries of amazement erupt. The young women and beautiful matrons from Suotuo City went wild.

"He's too handsome!"

"The title Immortal truly lives up to its name!"

"Immortal Su, I want to have your babies!"

"Ahhh~ Immortal Su, look at me!"

"So handsome! He's made me completely dizzy, ah~"

"If Liu Ruyan had not been born, the path of little sisters would have gone until eternity without anyone to plow it! Immortal Su, I'm coming!"

Some women with straightforward temperaments and bold behavior even rushed directly toward him.

Su Chen merely waved his hand slightly. The flute in his grasp sent out a sound barrier, instantly blocking those infatuated women outside.

He merely looked at the lovely girl before him and smiled faintly.

"Did he hurt you?"

"N-No... it doesn't hurt anymore..."

Ning Rongrong's lively almond eyes widened roundly, and once they landed on Su Chen, they could no longer move away.

The young man was simply too handsome. Even this little demoness of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, who had grown up surrounded by geniuses, was dazed by his flawless good looks.

As for the pain in her wrist and the unpleasantness from earlier, she had completely forgotten them at this moment.

"That's good."

Only then did Su Chen lower his slightly raised finger. Otherwise, he would have beaten Ma Hongjun, that dead fatty, to death.

That bastard had actually tried to steal away the disciple with three supreme-grade Trait Entries whom he had waited so long for. Unforgivable!

"Congratulations on passing my apprenticeship test. So, are you willing to take me as your master?"

Su Chen asked gently, his eyes full of anticipation.

This was the first student he had waited months for, the first one to meet the system's apprenticeship requirements!

If she slipped away, he would not even know who to cry to.

By then, Ning Rongrong had already been utterly captivated by the young man before her. How could she possibly refuse? She nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"From this day onward, Rongrong is willing to study under Teacher forever, until death do us part!"

[Ding. The host has successfully taken a disciple. First disciple: Ning Rongrong. Three supreme-grade Trait Entries. The host's Soul Power has increased by nine levels. Reward: Super Nine-Choose-Three Draw Chance ×1.]

[PS: For every additional top-tier red Trait Entry a disciple gains, the host will receive one Super Nine-Choose-Three Draw Chance. Unlocking a golden God-Level Trait Entry will unlock a God-Level Nine-Choose-Three Draw Chance.]