Teacher, Can I Touch Your Flute?

"Teacher, stop training, stop training! If we keep going, I'm really going to die~"

"Pant... pant..."

"Rongrong would rather warm Teacher's bed every day than keep training. This is way too intense~"

The sun was setting.

In less than two days, Ning Rongrong had been trained to the point of collapse by the Immortal Su Chen.

Just the daily trek up and down the mountain carrying fifty jin had taken half her life.

Then, once she soaked in the medicinal bath, her originally soft, fragrant little body began bubbling with a sizzle, like a pot of nourishing soup being stewed.

[Foundation-Replenishing Old Mountain Ginseng, toss it in~]

[Spirit-Nourishing Purple Ganoderma Herb, toss it in~]

[Qi-Gathering Essence-Congealing Dark Jade Fruit, toss it in~]

[Yin-Yang Harmonizing Seven-Turn Lingzhi, toss it in~]

[Tendon-Bone Strengthening Mountain Dragon Marrow, toss it in~]

As she soaked, a surging energy flooded into her internal organs. Her blood and qi churned violently, giving her the contradictory feeling of being exhausted yet full of energy.

After the medicinal bath, she barely rested before she had to start practicing boxing again.

She had thought that practicing boxing with her teacher would be full of tender affection—he pushed, she blushed, and she would pound his chest with her tiny fists.

But instead...

The moment she let her guard down, a Taiji Cloud Hands strike sent her flying. She clutched her butt in pain and cried out:

"Teacher, you don't understand love~"

"Teacher, you're so mean~"

Seeing his student give up so quickly, Su Chen did not blame her. Instead, he extended a hand toward her and revealed an entrancing smile beneath the sunset.

"Be brave, Rongrong. Do not fear hardship."

"Morning endurance training and medicinal baths are beneficial for improving your physique."

"Learning secret techniques and cultivating ultimate arts will allow you to transcend the ordinary."

"I believe in you, Rongrong. You can do it."

"If you give up now, wouldn't all your previous efforts go to waste and leave everyone laughing at you?"

Holy crap!

With Su Chen's Immortal-like face, coupled with those encouraging, trusting words, Ning Rongrong was instantly dazed.

In truth, there were no students born mischievous. There were only teachers who did not know how to adapt or guide them properly.

"Teacher, you're right. I have to keep going!"

Ning Rongrong recalled the ugly faces of those awful women on the day she became his disciple. They were all her love rivals!

If she gave up halfway, wouldn't she be giving them an opportunity?

"Teachable, truly teachable!"

Su Chen lightly swept his sleeve. With such a change in her cultivation mindset, both he and Rongrong had bright futures ahead!

As long as he could raise this girl's basic attributes, training her martial soul would be easy for Su Chen. The Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda could accommodate at least seven elemental attributes, which meant it possessed the potential to develop seven ultimate attributes!

Every time a disciple awakened a Trait Entry of top-grade quality or above, Su Chen could gain an increase in Soul Power and receive a chance at a choose-three-from-nine draw.

One random draw could yield a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

After a few more draws, would Level 99 Limit Douluo really be far away?

If he could train a disciple to graduate, he could even receive a God-Level draw opportunity.

Su Chen's indifferent eyes were filled with longing for the God-Level choose-three-from-nine draw opportunity.

Graduate—he absolutely had to train Ning Rongrong until she graduated!

Take the teacher home—she absolutely had to abduct Teacher and bring him home! She did not want to graduate!

Someone so handsome, so otherworldly in temperament, yet gentle and profound, was utterly unique in this world!

Still... training really was exhausting.

Suddenly, a gleam flashed in Ning Rongrong's eyes as she spoke.

"Teacher, can I play your flute?"

"Huh? Huh?"

"If I can play Teacher's flute, Rongrong should have the strength to continue training."

"How could that be allowed? Ning Rongrong, our Immortal Mountain is a place of cultivation. How can you say something so outrageously improper to your teacher?"

Su Chen rebuked her sternly.

This little brat, corrupt at such a young age. She actually wanted to learn how to play the flute like others did—that was something only adults could do!

Ning Rongrong pouted and muttered:

"How is playing a flute outrageously improper? Doesn't Teacher love playing the flute every day? Seriously..."

"Hm? When have I ever played the flute every day... You mean my Transcendent Immortal Flute? I-I misunderstood..."

Su Chen suddenly understood.

Instead, Ning Rongrong looked puzzled.

"Yes. Every time Teacher plays the Transcendent Immortal Flute, I feel light and healthy, refreshed and at ease. It would be even better if I could touch Teacher's flute and play it once. I'd definitely have endless strength to persist with my training!"

"My flute recognizes its owner. Not just anyone can touch or play it."

"If you can train this set of boxing techniques to the beginner level within one month, then I can consider letting you try."

As he spoke, Su Chen raised his hands into the Cloud Hands stance. "This boxing art is called Tai Chi. Its core is not competing for strength, but following the flow. Soul Masters often seek powerful offense, fierce advancement, and unstoppable momentum. But the way of Tai Chi teaches that yin never leaves yang, and yang never leaves yin."

"As a support-system Soul Master, this boxing art is ideal for you to cultivate for self-defense. Use four ounces to move a thousand pounds, borrow force to strike back... Then comprehend the profound meaning of yin, yang, and the Eight Trigrams. Yin and yang generate each other; Qian is heaven, Kun is earth, Kan is water, Li is fire, Zhen is thunder, Gen is mountain, Xun is wind, and Dui is marsh. They correspond respectively to the eight directions of the Glazed Pagoda. Master them all, unite person and soul, use the pagoda as the axis, and you can know fortune and misfortune, alter fate, wield extraordinary power, control the ten elements—heaven and earth, dark and yellow, tyrannical beyond compare..."

"Old sword bastard, you shameless scoundrel! You usually act so lofty and pure, yet you secretly spent so much of Fengzhi's money. What are you trying to do? Raise an army and rebel?!"

At the ancient pavilion behind the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the broad-boned Gu Rong slammed an account book down in front of Chen Xin, who was drinking tea.

Chen Xin was unconcerned.

"Old Bone, if you want to fight, just say so. There's no need to slander me."

"I have always been free of worldly desires and devoted to the sword. My expenses are meager, and money is no more than dung to me."

"Nice words. Then who spent all these Gold Soul Coins?"

Gu Rong casually opened the account book, which contained the recent expenditures of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Chen Xin had initially been unconcerned, but after one glance, his expression changed.

One glaring entry came into view.

[Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Monthly Account Summary]

[Seven Treasure Swordheart Guardian Black Card: 100 million Gold Soul Coins withdrawn. Enormous amount.]

"What! One hundred million?!"

"Who spent it?!"

Even Chen Xin was stunned.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect might be wealthier than a nation, with countless assets.

But this was one hundred million Gold Soul Coins in cash. Even for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, it could be considered a severe blow.

Gu Rong snorted. "It was charged to your Guardian Black Card. Who do you think spent it?"

"Old sword bastard, do you think Fengzhi earns money too easily, so you wanted to help lighten his burden?"

"Dead bones, stop with the sarcastic nonsense. My Guardian Black Card has never been used. How could it possibly have spent one hundred million Gold Soul Coins?"

"Wait, where is my Guardian Black Card?"

Chen Xin frantically searched through the sword case he carried with him, but the black card was nowhere to be found.

"Sword Uncle, there's no need to look."

"Bone Uncle, Sword Uncle really wasn't the one who did this."

"If Sword Uncle had used it, that would have been fine."

At that moment, a middle-aged man with a refined and gentle bearing slowly approached and sighed.

"Alas."

"This Guardian Black Card was most likely maxed out by my unfilial daughter. You two spoil her too much normally and failed to guard against her, which allowed her to take the card."

"I thought that after that little demon left home to gain experience and encounter the dangers of the world, she would mature somewhat. I never expected her to be so wasteful, spending one hundred million in a single stroke!"

"Rongrong spent it? How could she spend so much?"

Hearing this, Chen Xin and Gu Rong looked at each other.

One hundred million Gold Soul Coins was an utterly terrifying sum.

Even the annual subsidies given by the Heaven Dou Empire and Spirit Hall to Soul Masters across the entire continent fell far short of that amount.

Even if Rongrong bought luxurious jewelry, bird's nest, and abalone every day, she could not spend that much in a lifetime.

"I have already sent people to investigate. That little demon went to Suotuo City and apparently took a teacher at a place called Immortal Mountain. This black card was likely maxed out there."

"I plan to set out personally and drag her back. She must be taught a proper lesson, or she'll turn the world upside down sooner or later!"

Ning Fengzhi was also seething with anger.

You little brat, spending tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of Gold Soul Coins would have been one thing.

But you directly maxed out the Guardian Black Card! That was the sincerity and foundation our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect offered the Guardian Douluo!

Even if I wanted to protect you, I would have no grounds to do so.

Hearing this, Chen Xin's face also showed a hint of anger.

"Fengzhi, I'll go with you."

"What kind of unscrupulous teacher would dare deceive our little princess!"