Kapitel 112: Chapter 112: Go on, Ask me
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"Gugu gugu gugu~"
Holding a wine gourd, Zeng Yi poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth forcefully, feeling a strong and scorching sensation in his throat, as if it was burning. Sitting on the windowsill, his black hair was slightly messy, and his face showed a sense of exhaustion. The strong drink made his eyes even more melancholic.
His gaze fell on the lively and vibrant street in the early morning, creating a stark contrast with his current depressed state of mind.
"Sigh~ Why does it always feel like the world is against me?" Zeng Yi looked up at the sunrise in the sky, his melancholic eyes seemingly lost in thought as he sighed.
My freedom, my happiness!
Zeng Yi's escape plan had failed. Under the supervision of a Level 96 Super Douluo, it was as difficult as ascending to heaven to run away.
Being forced by a Titled Douluo to become his disciple, Zeng Yi didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
If it were someone else, they might have been excited to jump up, but for Zeng Yi, being forced... no matter how he thought about it, something felt off.
There must be some conspiracy behind all this.
Zeng Yi became even more certain of this thought, and more convinced that his escape was the right choice.
Although this thigh was thick and hugging it felt comfortable, he had always hoped to have someone carry him like this, and now this inexplicable wish had come true.
But when it actually happened, there was a strange void, far from the happiness he had imagined.
But for now, he couldn't escape. This cheap master was constantly watching him. But I don't believe it! You, a Titled Douluo, have nothing better to do than stare at me all day? There will be an opportunity to escape, heh heh.
Thinking this in his mind, Zeng Yi's lips curled up slightly, forming a faint smile. He quietly took a sip of wine to relieve his melancholy.
The room door was rudely pushed open, and a figure rushed in hastily.
"Master! What's today's training program for Yan Que?" Yan Que asked with excitement, facing his master Zeng Yi, her face brimming with vitality. Her voice was full of energy.
Zeng Yi turned his head and saw the slightly trembling door, then looked at his disciple Xiao Yan Que, who was staring at him with excited eyes. He couldn't help feeling helpless.
Is this what the old man taught you while I was gone? How did a well-behaved and gentle disciple like her turn into this in just a few days?
"If you're so energetic, then run around the city." Zeng Yi said indifferently, his voice lacking enthusiasm.
This sentence made Yan Que dumbfounded, and her passion was instantly extinguished like a bucket of cold water. Her face turned pale.
Running around the city? That's at least twenty kilometers, and with weights on. If I run like that, I feel like I'll collapse on the way.
Her master had recovered, so Yan Que had eagerly come to her master's room today, hoping to train and show her master that she hadn't been slacking off during his injuries. But the training program was absurd. Could an eight-year-old child do such things?
Did she make her master unhappy?
Looking at her master's figure, Yan Que couldn't help but feel doubtful.
"Why run? Little Yan Que, don't listen to your master, I'll be the one in charge." A powerful voice suddenly rang out in the room, followed by the appearance of a figure in white, the Sword Douluo.
"Tch~" Zeng Yi saw his so-called cheap master appear and couldn't help but pout, making a small sound. Although the voice was small, the Sword Douluo, Chen Xin, still heard it.
Chen Xin's eyes twitched. This disciple of his was good at everything, except that he wasn't very friendly towards him. If it were someone else daring to treat him like this, as a Titled Douluo, he would have slapped them a long time ago. But not this one. He was carrying the hope of the entire Sword Dao.
"Don't you know that Yan Que is still young? It's harmful for her to undergo such intense training, don't you understand?" Chen Xin said dissatisfiedly.
Seeing Chen Xin defending his disciple like this, Yan Que was deeply moved. She looked at her master and then at her Grand Master, her face showing a hesitant expression.
Will this disappoint my master? Maybe I should listen to my master.
Yan Que thought to herself. During Zeng Yi's coma, Chen Xin had treated her well and also taught her cultivation.
Moreover, Chen Xin told her that he was actually her martial Grand Master, Master of her master Zeng Yi. As for why the two had such a relationship, it was due to some misunderstandings, which caused Zeng Yi to leave the sect.
To make Yan Que believe his fabricated story, Chen Xin even created a tragic backstory, which made Yan Que cry.
Now, seeing her master's attitude toward her Grand Master, Yan Que became even more convinced of what her Grand Master said. Looking at her own master's eyes, she saw a trace of pity.
Her master must be in pain, but her Grand Master did it for the good of her master, even though it resulted in this situation. She must find a way to reconcile the two.
A determined look flashed in Yan Que's eyes as she made up her mind.
"I was just saying it casually." Zeng Yi pouted. But this Sword Douluo is really cunning. He actually brainwashed Yan Que while I was unconscious. Truly shameless, acting like a Titled Douluo. I look down on you.
Seeing his Grand Master pampering his disciple Yan Que, Zeng Yi couldn't help but silently criticize him in his heart.
"Little Yan Que, today there's no need for training. Grand Master will take you somewhere." Chen Xin said with a proud look on his face, looking at Zeng Yi.
"Grandpa Grand Master, where are we going?" Yan Que asked happily when she heard that there was no need for training.
"Oh, you'll see when we get there." Chen Xin smiled mysteriously.
"Little Yi, come with me." Chen Xin glanced at Zeng Yi and said lightly, his tone carrying a hint of pressure.
Little Yi, are we that well acquainted?
Zeng Yi couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Did you just want to show off your strength to oppress me? Old man, you're really capable of that. Just wait, I'll make you suffer in the future.
Zeng Yi looked at Chen Xin's back, then shook his head helplessly and followed with Xiao Ju.
The three humans and one beast soon walked out of the city gate and arrived in a wilderness.
Chen Xin extended his right hand, opened his palm, and a glimmer of light appeared in his hand as his Martial Soul, the Seven Kill Sword, instantly emerged. The chaotic sword intent and the killing intent carried by the Seven Kill Sword made the surrounding space chillier.
Chen Xin used soul power to control the Seven Kill Sword, which floated in the air. Then, with a burst of light, the Seven Kill Sword turned into a huge sword floating in the air.
Looking at this huge Seven Kill Sword, Zeng Yi was a bit dumbfounded. Could this Martial Soul also be enlarged using soul power? Does that mean I can hold a forty-meter-long sword in the future and make the enemy run thirty-nine meters away first?
Chen Xin glanced at Zeng Yi and Yan Que, seeing that the two were shocked by his methods, he nodded with satisfaction.
With a leap, Chen Xin jumped onto the sword body and stood there, calmly saying to the still astonished Zeng Yi and Yan Que, "Come up."
"Oh, alright, Grandpa Grand Master."
This enormous Seven Kill Sword was only about two meters off the ground, so Yan Que could easily jump up. Then, Zeng Yi also leaped onto the sword.
"Stand steadily, hahaha." Seeing the two stood firm, Chen Xin burst into laughter, then with a thought, the Seven Kill Sword shot up into the sky, flying towards the horizon.
Above the sky, a huge sword cut through the clouds and sped through the air, leaving behind a long trail.
The pure white clouds, the pristine sky, the sense of flying high above, and the constant whistling of the wind in their ears made Yan Que incredibly impressed. The view in the sky was the most beautiful scene she had ever seen in her life.
"Grandpa Grand Master, you're so amazing!" Yan Que exclaimed in admiration, her excitement reaching its peak.
Being praised by his own grand-disciple, Chen Xin was in a great mood, he laughed loudly, feeling proud, "Hahaha, that's right! Your Grand Master, I am a powerful Titled Douluo. You can't even imagine my abilities, Little Yan Que."
Especially the Titled Douluo, those four words held a heavy weight, as if deliberately said for Zeng Yi to hear.
Yan Que gazed expectantly at Chen Xin, asking, "Can Yan Que reach this level in the future?"
"Of course, Little Yan Que, your talent is very strong. As long as you practice diligently, you will definitely reach the level of your Grand Master." Chen Xin smiled. He wasn't just comforting Yan Que; her talent was only slightly inferior to his and definitely not lower. As long as she could grow, becoming a Titled Douluo was a sure thing.
"How about it, do you want to learn sword control techniques from me?" Chen Xin's face beamed with pride as he looked at Zeng Yi and asked.
Have I shocked you this time? Do you want to learn such a cool sword technique? Hurry up and ask me!
Seeing Zeng Yi looking shocked, Chen Xin put his hands behind his back, feeling extremely triumphant.
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