Ning Feng Yu rose leisurely, swayed her slender waist, and sat back down on the sofa. Her fair jade-like feet bobbed in the air as she patted the soft cushion beside her and giggled.
"Still so innocent and adorable, just like when you were little!"
"Innocent and adorable? What a niche choice of adjectives..."
Ling Bai shifted back slightly hunched over, maintaining a safe half-meter distance from Ning Feng Yu. He casually grabbed a throw pillow and complained, "If you were a little more reliable, you'd have become Teacher's first disciple long ago."
"Old man was way too strict! The moment my martial soul awakened, he made me meditate all day long." Ning Feng Yu pulled a miserable face. "Do you know how hopeless it was for a playful six-year-old girl to sit cross-legged every day? So it was perfectly understandable for her to skip class!"
Ling Bai rubbed his forehead speechlessly. Ning Feng Yu had inherited her mother's Azure Vine Emperor, a top-tier plant-type martial soul with a life attribute, along with Innate Full Soul Power.
Back then, Jian Mu Douluo's body had still been able to hold on. The instant he saw Ning Feng Yu, he was overjoyed, convinced that she was a heaven-sent successor. He had intended to take her as his disciple, so he first accepted her as a registered disciple for a period of observation.
The observation was a total disaster.
Ning Feng Yu had absolutely no interest in cultivation. To escape studying, she used every trick in the book—acting cute, pretending to be sick, throwing tantrums, and shamelessly refusing. Her tricks came as naturally as breathing, infuriating Jian Mu Douluo so badly that he trembled even while walking.
Even now, Ning Feng Yu had yet to become an official disciple. And with the emperor