"I never imagined you had such abilities, Mr. Sunday. Truly remarkable."
Tang Yuehua showered Sunday with praise. If she could obtain his method, the Clear Sky Sect would no longer fear Spirit Hall.
Besides, if it really could increase soul power, did that mean she could break through level ten too?
The mere thought left her beside herself with excitement.
Sunday was unmoved by Tang Yuehua's sudden praise. Plenty of people had praised him before.
"You flatter me, Miss Yuehua. They're merely a few shadowy tricks, nothing fit to bring out into the light."
Hearing that Sunday could increase soul power with just a few medicinal herbs, Zhu Zhuqing excitedly stepped forward and seized his hand.
"Teacher Sunday, what herbs are they?"
Sunday looked at the northern hemispheres suddenly thrust before him, then at her cool, austere face, and discreetly took two steps back.
"I have nothing to disclose on that subject."
Sunday certainly wouldn't tell Zhu Zhuqing about the immortal herbs. After all, there was a master thief at Shrek Academy who knew about them too.
If Tang San pried that information out of someone and grew stronger as a result, things would stop being fun.
Sunday couldn't let Tang San die, nor could he let him become too strong. Only then could Tang San keep that spider demon Bibi Dong in check.
Waiting until they had reduced the Douluo Continent to utter chaos before making his move-that was his perfect plan.
Hearing Sunday refuse without hesitation, Zhu Zhuqing and Tang Yuehua cooled down from their initial fervor.
That was right. This was his secret. How could they simply open their mouths and demand it? And how could asking alone possibly get it for them?
"My apologies. I was presumptuous."
"I'm sorry. That was rude of me."
Both women took a step back, their faces tinged with apology.
"Sir, might you be willing to sell the method for preparing these herbs? I certainly won't disappoint you."
Tang Yuehua refused to give up. The prospect of increasing her soul power was simply too tempting,
Even if it wasn't for the Clear Sky Sect, she had to obtain it for her own sake.
So she proposed buying it with money. Though her hopes were slim, she wanted to try.
Sunday shook his head and spread his hands toward Tang Yuehua.
"I'm sorry, Miss Yuehua, but I'm not short of money. For now, I have no intention of selling the formula."
Tang Yuehua's eyes dimmed at his words, but she quickly recovered.
Smiling at Sunday, Tang Yuehua dipped into a slight curtsy.
"Then I truly am out of luck. Should you ever wish to sell it, Mr. Sunday, please don't forget me.
"My offer will not disappoint you."
With that, Tang Yuehua turned and left. Of course, she wasn't going to give up just like that.
Apart from some money, the Moonlight Pavilion had little of value. For a Titled Douluo like Sunday, it had nothing that could move him.
But the Clear Sky Sect was different. It possessed quite a few soul bones, treasures beyond price to soul masters at any stage.
She would return to the Clear Sky Sect and have her eldest brother come forward to purchase the formula.
Meanwhile, seeing that even Tang Yuehua couldn't buy the formula with money, the burning eagerness in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes gradually faded.
Even Pavilion Mistress Tang couldn't buy the formula. What chance do I have?
Thinking of the few hundred Gold Soul Coins in her pocket, Zhu Zhuqing lowered her head in embarrassment. To think she had actually considered buying it just now.
"Teacher... could I buy one dose of the potion?"
After some thought, Zhu Zhuqing still decided to buy a dose. Even if she couldn't get the formula, obtaining the potion would amount to much the same thing.
Sunday raised an eyebrow at Zhu Zhuqing, his tone slightly teasing.
"Oh? One dose? It won't come cheap, you know."
Zhu Zhuqing bit her red lip, then suddenly bowed to Sunday and declared loudly,
"Please accept me as your disciple!"
Sunday and Ning Rongrong were stunned by this move, and an uncanny silence immediately settled over the scene.
"Why do you want to become my disciple?"
Sunday frowned at Zhu Zhuqing. If he remembered correctly, the Douluo Continent placed great importance on the passing of teachings from master to disciple.
If Zhu Zhuqing wanted to become his disciple merely to obtain the potion, Sunday would refuse without hesitation.
Zhu Zhuqing answered without hesitating.
"One reason is that I want that potion, but I can't afford it. That's why I want to become your disciple."
"Oh? And the second?"
Hearing Zhu Zhuqing admit it without hesitation, Sunday suddenly grew interested.
Zhu Zhuqing raised her head and looked at Sunday with resolute eyes.
"Second, I admire your strength. I want to become your disciple and change my fate."
"Change your fate?"
Hearing Zhu Zhuqing say those words, Sunday fell into thought.
When was... the last time I heard those words?
After a while, Sunday gathered his thoughts and returned his gaze to Zhu Zhuqing. Something in his eyes had changed.
"What fate do you want to change, and how?"
At Sunday's question, a fiery light flashed through Zhu Zhuqing's eyes.
"I want to learn from you, Teacher, then become stronger and go back to break that damned cage!"
Zhu Zhuqing's voice brimmed with resentment and fury as she thought of the hardships and wandering she had endured on her journey, and the brutal competition between the Dai and Zhu families.
She wanted to change all of it.
Sunday's gaze flickered at her words, and he posed a question.
"By competing alongside Dai Mubai for the position of crown prince in the Star Luo Imperial Family?"
Zhu Zhuqing was visibly surprised to hear this, unsure how Sunday knew about it,
Nor did she understand how Sunday had discerned her relationship with Dai Mubai.
Still, Zhu Zhuqing nodded instinctively. That had been her plan all along.
"Yes. I want to defeat Zhu Zhuyun and Dai Weisi together with Dai Mubai. That's the tradition of the Star Luo Imperial Family."
Sunday no longer concealed the disappointment in his eyes and sighed softly.
"I see..."
Hearing Sunday's sigh, Zhu Zhuqing was puzzled. Their conversation had been going perfectly well. Why had he suddenly sighed?
"Teacher..."
"There's no need to call me Teacher anymore. I won't accept you as my disciple."
Seeing that Zhu Zhuqing still hadn't realized the problem, Sunday cut her off mercilessly and refused to take her as his disciple.
Zhu Zhuqing clearly hadn't grasped the change in Sunday's attitude. She merely assumed he thought too little of her talent.
At his refusal, Zhu Zhuqing lowered her head dejectedly. The hardships of the road ahead made tears well up in her eyes.
Without the potion, she truly had no idea how she could win. Until now, she had persevered for the sake of a vague, elusive hope,
Only to finally find a way to change the outcome and have it cut off as well. Even someone with her outward strength couldn't help shedding tears.
He won't take me as his disciple, and I don't have any money. What am I supposed to do...?
Zhu Zhuqing stubbornly wiped away her tears. Suddenly noticing the front of her clothes dampened by them, she had a strange thought.
The images in her mind made Zhu Zhuqing's pretty face flush. She recalled the way Sunday had stepped back earlier,
And the looks other people gave her. Zhu Zhuqing pressed her red lips together, embarrassed and indignant.
He won't take me as his disciple. Could it be that he wants...ฅ₍ᐢ⸝⸝›̫‹⸝⸝ᐢ₎ฅ˒˒ How embarrassing.
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