The Second Disciple

Everyone stared in shock.

The girl lying in front of the carriage saw it too, her face filled with disbelief.

A carriage driver was actually a Soul King.

One had to know that the head of the Long Family was only a Soul King.

Even the head of the Lion King Family, the strongest person in town, was only a Soul King.

Most of those who had thrown her in front of the carriage, mocked her since childhood, and bullied her were still only at the second ring.

Those with better talent who were a little older than her were only at the third ring.

But now, even a carriage driver was a Soul King. Then the people sitting in the carriage...

She could not help looking into the carriage. There, a young man around twenty-seven or twenty-eight and a girl around thirteen or fourteen were both staring at her strangely.

Her gaze dimmed. Anyone who heard her title, Strongest Trash, looked at her that way.

She should have been used to it, but people were made of flesh and blood. She could not simply not care at all.

Still, at least neither of them had laughed at her out loud. That was already rare enough.

She gave Si Tingxuan and Hua Qingluo a self-mocking, bitter smile.

Yet her eyes still held some curiosity. After all, she had never seen a Soul King serving as a carriage driver before.

She wanted to know just who these two were, to make a Soul King willingly serve as their driver.

At that moment, a staff appeared in Hua Wufeng's hand.

It was the Phoenix Soaring Staff, the Hua Family's orthodox inherited martial soul.

Then he pushed off with both legs and shot forward!

Seeing Hua Wufeng charge at them, the people who had bullied Long Wu all turned pale.

The leader cried out, "Not good. Run!"

A Soul King was not someone they could stand against.

In fact, he did not even need to say it. The moment his words rang out, everyone turned and fled.

They scattered in all directions with remarkable coordination, leaving Hua Wufeng unsure of whom to pursue.

Hua Wufeng paused in surprise before laughing. "Pretty clever, aren't you?"

"But since my lord mentor said to teach you a lesson, you should still take one move from me!"

As he spoke, his third soul ring lit up. "Third Soul Ring Skill - Hundred Phoenix Assault!"

With a toss into the air, the Phoenix Soaring Staff in his hand instantly transformed into a hundred fiery phantom phoenixes, each pursuing one of the fleeing people.

They were incredibly fast!

In the blink of an eye, they caught up and struck their backsides, setting their pants ablaze.

The burning made them howl in agony, but with the fierce-looking Hua Wufeng behind them, they did not dare stop. They could only flee while slapping at their burning butts.

The scene was utterly hilarious.

"Pfft."

Long Wu burst out laughing. Ever since awakening her martial soul, she had been bullied by these people. Seeing them so miserable and ridiculous today naturally delighted her.

Si Tingxuan stepped down from the carriage and looked at the laughing Long Wu. "You're this happy just seeing them suffer? If one day you could teach them a lesson yourself, wouldn't you laugh yourself silly?"

Long Wu froze. She had not expected the important person inside the carriage to get down and speak to her.

Then she gave a bitter, self-mocking smile. "With talent like mine, I should be grateful if they stop bullying me. Personally teaching them a lesson is something I wouldn't even dare dream of. Maybe in my next life."

Si Tingxuan said calmly, "Become my disciple. I'll let you rise from the ashes. Forget those who bullied you—even your family will regret their shortsightedness beyond measure."

"What do you say?"

"Ah!!!"

Long Wu was completely dumbfounded. She knew exactly how terrible her talent was. Never had she imagined that someone would one day want to accept her as a disciple.

For a moment, she could not react.

Hua Qingluo, who had followed him down, was equally shocked and somewhat bewildered.

Hua Wufeng was dumbfounded as well.

Was this how this man accepted disciples—so randomly?

If his ears had not failed him, those little brats had just called her the Strongest Trash.

Although he did not know exactly how trashy her talent was, anyone called the strongest in that regard had to be trashy enough to doubt their own life.

And he still wanted to accept someone like that as a disciple?

Had he gone stupid from sitting in a carriage all day?

Only after quite a while did Long Wu come back to her senses. Looking speechless, she said, "My lord, you're joking, right?"

The smile on Si Tingxuan's face vanished, and his expression became extremely serious. "I'm asking you: do you want to never again be bullied or mocked by anyone? Do you want to hold your head high in your family, look down on everyone else, and make them regret missing out on a talent like you?"

Si Tingxuan's questions struck directly at her soul. Long Wu nodded without hesitation. "I do. I dream of it."

"Then let me ask you: if that day truly comes, how will you deal with those people who just treated your life as a joke? How will you deal with those who only bullied you? And those who treated you coldly and forced you to give up your position as young clan leader?"

Long Wu fell silent for a moment. "Those people who treated my life as a joke should naturally be killed."

As she said this, her entire body overflowed with killing intent. It was clear how deeply she hated those people.

Then she continued, "As for those who only bullied me or insulted me verbally, I'll beat them up to vent my anger. As for the elders in the family who forced me to step down as young clan leader... perhaps I'll beat them too, or perhaps I'll let it go. After all, no family would allow trash like me to occupy the position of young clan leader."

"However, from then on, I will have nothing to do with the family. Since they chose to abandon me, they should not expect me to contribute anything to the family."

Si Tingxuan nodded, clearly very satisfied. He praised, "You can be ruthless, but you're not bloodthirsty. You understand reason, but you're not a saint. Your values are sound. Good. Very good. If you're willing, then from this moment on, you are my disciple."

"I will certainly make everything I told you before come true. I will not break my word."

Long Wu looked at Si Tingxuan in disbelief. "My lord, are you serious?"

Si Tingxuan nodded.

Long Wu asked, "Can you really make me stronger?"

Si Tingxuan nodded again.

Long Wu immediately dropped to her knees. "Long Wu greets Teacher!"

Although she still did not entirely believe it, if she missed this opportunity, she feared she would never break through to the second ring in her life.

Let alone become a true powerhouse.

"Side Quest: Accept a disciple with a bizarre martial soul of rank seven. Complete!"

"Quest Reward: Soul Power increased by two levels; martial arts, Dragon Elephant Prajna Art and Mystic Ripple Microstep! Special item: Cultivation Accelerator!"

The moment the rewards arrived!

Si Tingxuan immediately felt his Soul Power surge once more, reaching level sixty-seven.

At the same time, he felt his body continuously growing stronger, his strength increasing by an unknown number of times.

He had the illusion that he could punch a Soul Emperor to death!

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