Qin Ming Knelt Without Hesitation

"It wouldn't be easy to become my disciple," Feng Yang said.

After the seven exchanged glances,

Qin Ming clasped his fists again.

"Then please enlighten me. What conditions must be met to become your disciple?"

For the sake of his students' future,

this teacher was truly dedicated and responsible.

Feng Yang pretended to sweep his gaze over the seven of them.

In reality,

he used the system to scan Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling's aptitudes.

Name: Dugu Yan

Level: 38

Aptitude: 155

Name: Ye Lingling

Level: 36

Aptitude: 140

They were more or less on the same level.

The difference in aptitude would create a gap in their levels among peers.

What they would ultimately achieve also depended greatly on opportunities.

Of course,

to Feng Yang, they were all the same.

As long as their aptitude was above one hundred, they would receive a Super Excellent Reward.

It was just that finding someone with a heaven-defying aptitude above two hundred would probably be difficult.

Looking across the entire Douluo Continent, there were likely only a handful of well-known people like the mother and daughter, Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue.

"After my inspection just now, only Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling meet the initial requirements," Feng Yang said.

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The moment that definitive statement came out,

the other five immediately showed displeasure.

After all, they had been rejected before anything had even happened. How could they possibly be happy about that?

"Hmph." Yu Tianheng, unwilling to admit defeat, immediately lost his pleasant expression. "You're making it sound so real. Your reputation isn't even as great as my uncle Master Yu Xiaogang's."

"Exactly!" Osler picked up the thread. "As far as I know, all your disciples are girls, right? Are you pretending to take disciples when you're actually harboring ulterior motives?"

"That's very possible!"

"Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence?"

The others chimed in one after another.

Every one of them had a bit of backing at home.

Their families all had Soul Saints or Soul Douluos at levels seventy or eighty supporting them.

Otherwise, Heaven Dou Royal Academy, an aristocratic school, would never have accepted them.

That was why every one of them was so arrogant.

Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling had originally been quite happy, but before they could say anything,

their teammates' remarks made things awkward.

Qin Ming felt the same way.

But because he did not understand Feng Yang and did not dare push the two girls into a fire pit,

he did not stop Yu Tianheng and the others from talking.

Feng Yang was not particularly magnanimous, and he was thoroughly angered.

He had no intention of indulging them.

"Heh, looks like I need to teach you how to speak to me first."

Buzz.

Blue Flame spread across his entire body.

Almost instantly, a scorching heat rushed toward them, as though a sea of magma lay before them.

It made Qin Ming, Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, Yu Tianheng, and the other seven feel extreme danger.

"Level 67."

Qin Ming muttered it aloud, his face full of disbelief.

"He's still so young, yet he's already level 67?!"

"My god!"

"He clearly looks about the same age as us."

"You've got to be kidding, right?"

"Hurry and use your Soul Power to resist, or you'll be burned!" Qin Ming hurriedly warned.

The other seven quickly used their Soul Power to resist the scorching heat.

In truth, they had wanted to use their Soul Power long ago.

That blazing heat felt as though a pot of boiling water was about to be splashed over them.

Just as they activated their Soul Power,

Bang—!!

Soul rings instantly pulsed out from Feng Yang's body, spreading outward in circles.

The first ring was a black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.

"What?!"

"What?!"

"What?!"

In an instant,

Qin Ming, Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, Yu Tianheng, and the others were all left dumbfounded.

"His first ring is a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?"

The second ring, another Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, spread out after it.

The third ring, a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.

The fourth ring, a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.

The fifth ring, a red Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.

The sixth ring, a red Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.

Boom—!!

Qin Ming and the other eight were utterly shocked as they stared at Feng Yang before them!

The pressure emanating from the soul rings made it difficult for them even to breathe.

Their eyes were wide with disbelief.

"This... this..."

"Is he really... really human?"

"Having a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring as his first ring would already be absurd, but his sixth ring onward are Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings?!"

"This is simply..."

"How did he do it?"

"And the black glow of the third and fourth rings is incredibly dense. They're definitely several tens of thousands of years old."

Qin Ming came back to his senses.

He immediately dropped to both knees before Feng Yang.

"My students spoke rudely and disrespectfully just now. Please quell your anger, Lord Soul Emperor."

After all,

Qin Ming was also a level 62 Soul Emperor, yet faced with two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings and several Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings, he did not have the slightest thought of fighting.

When Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, Yu Tianheng, and the other seven saw their teacher kneel,

they all followed him and knelt on the ground.

"Please quell your anger, Lord Soul Emperor."

Feng Yang's expression remained cold.

"Other than Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling, the other five will slap themselves. It will teach them a proper lesson."

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"This..." Qin Ming immediately found himself in a difficult position.

Their levels might be low, and they had indeed been disrespectful to Feng Yang first.

But making them slap themselves was truly inappropriate.

After all, the families behind them were not easy to provoke.

"Must I do it myself?" Feng Yang continued to apply pressure.

As a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan, when had Yu Tianheng ever suffered such humiliation?

After all, his family had a Title Douluo overseeing it.

He shot to his feet.

"You're just a mere Soul Emperor. Have I given you too much face? Do you know that our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon—"

Before he could finish,

Boom—

Flames instantly shot toward Yu Tianheng.

They sent him flying. He spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed on the ground.

Feng Yang was still not satisfied.

He directly stepped on Yu Tianheng's face.

Bang!

"A Soul Emperor, right?"

Another kick.

Bang!

"I gave you face, right?"

Another kick.

Bang!

"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, right?"

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Qin Ming, Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and the others all stared at the scene with their mouths agape.

After three kicks, Yu Tianheng's face was already a bloody mess, and several of his teeth had been knocked out.

Only then did Feng Yang vent his anger.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Dugu Yan.

"That's your boyfriend, right?"

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"With trash aptitude like that, already so old and only level 39, and with a brain so messed up he's an idiot, you should dump him early. What use is he?" Feng Yang said.

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Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and the others all swallowed.

Twenty-three years old and level 39 was not bad, was it?

How was that trash?

He was the top student at Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

But...

Compared to Feng Yang's level 67, he really was trash.

"I-I'll consider it," Dugu Yan answered hesitantly.

"That'll do."

As Feng Yang spoke,

he swept his gaze over the other four kneeling there.

"Do you really have to wait for me to do it myself?"