Capítulo 92: Chapter 92: Call me Master
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What am I becoming stronger for?
Yan Que, who fell on the ground, kept thinking about this question in his mind.
Is my idea wrong?
No! This idea is not wrong! But is this really my true thought?
When I was young, in that home with my mother, I suffered humiliation and insults, and finally, we were forced out of that place. After coming to this city, because my mother was alone taking care of me, we were treated with disdain by others. Watching my mother work hard every day, getting weaker and weaker, I thought that I must become a Spirit Master in the future, so that I can give my mother a good life.
Finally, the day of martial spirit awakening arrived, and I awakened a ninth-level soul power. There is no doubt that this is an excellent talent, even the Soul Masters in the Spirit Hall were shocked. I was excited because with this talent, I could definitely become an outstanding Spirit Master and give my mother a good life.
I joined the Spirit Hall, but because of my naive nature, I offended the son of a bishop in the Spirit Hall, and he sought revenge and used his power to drive me out of the Spirit Hall. When I returned home, I found that my mother was already bedridden. As long as I became a Spirit Master, I could earn money and treat my mother's illness. Because of my talent, I entered the Shunding City Junior Spirit Master Academy and became a work-study student, but because of my talent, those powerful people became jealous of me. Because of my stubbornness, I didn't want to become someone's follower, so I was expelled from school.
Why! Clearly, my talent is better than those wastes, I am better than them! But because I am a commoner, and they are nobles, if I don't submit to them, I will be forever trampled upon! I don't even have the opportunity to become a Spirit Master!
I am unwilling!
"Que'r, Mom is sorry, it's Mom's uselessness that can't make you a Spirit Master."
It's clearly me who is useless. If it weren't for me, my mother wouldn't have ended up like this! Without me, my mother wouldn't have labored to death.
But if it weren't for that person, my mother and I wouldn't have ended up like this, and my talent could have made me a powerful Spirit Master!
Yes, I have placed all my hatred on that person, thinking that I am not wrong, and all the wrongs are his fault!
But this is just an escape.
"Que'r, Mom just wants to see you grow up peacefully and happily, but sorry, Mom can't do it anymore."
"After Mom leaves, you must live well, don't hate, just live."
Thinking of the words my mother said to me before she died, tears streamed down Yan Que's face more intensely.
Why! Why didn't you hate that person before you died, Mom, and what is the meaning of my hatred?
I hate him, there's no doubt about that. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be an ordinary commoner. People wouldn't dare to treat me with contempt. But it's even more hateful that I think this way.
What am I becoming strong for?
But ah! My desire to become strong is not wrong!
Firm in my conviction, Yan Que suddenly raised his head with tear-filled eyes, looking at Zeng Yi with a determined gaze.
"I want to become strong! I want to become powerful, powerful enough to control my own destiny, and not be manipulated by anyone! That's the reason I want to become strong!" Yan Que's eyes were like torches as he shouted at Zeng Yi.
Looking at those reddened teary eyes, filled with unwavering determination, Zeng Yi couldn't help but smile.
This is the answer he wanted to hear.
It's not wrong to want to become strong, but you absolutely cannot be driven by hatred, otherwise, sooner or later, hatred will blind your eyes and you won't be able to see anything clearly.
"Then call me Master!" Zeng Yi chuckled.
Hearing this, Yan Que's heart shook, finding it hard to believe that it was true. She had almost despaired, but now there was hope. This feeling was like going from hell to heaven in an instant.
Seeing Yan Que's stunned silence, Zeng Yi couldn't help but feel helpless and said, "What? Don't you plan to bow as my disciple?"
At this moment, Yan Que came back to her senses. This was real, not a dream. She quickly knelt down to Zeng Yi, excitedly saying, "Thank you, big brother! No, thank you, Master!"
"Hahaha."
Seeing her like this, Zeng Yi couldn't help but burst into laughter and helped Yan Que up from the ground.
Although Zeng Yi was only fifteen years old now, having lived two lives, his mental age was over thirty. He was already a mature adult, teaching a little child about life's truths was simple enough, being a teacher was enough.
Moreover, she called herself Yan Que, maybe it was fate. Perhaps, there was destined to be a master-disciple relationship between the two.
Teaching a disciple to cultivate was simple for him, having read so many novels in his previous life, all kinds of cultivation methods. Plus, this was an unscientific world, so teaching someone to cultivate was easy for him.
After all, he had tried them on himself.
"Does it hurt?"
Seeing the abrasions on little Yan Que's forehead, blood flowing, Zeng Yi reached out and wiped away the tears from her eyes, asking with concern.
"Master, it doesn't hurt!" Yan Que shook her head in response. Because she was so excited now, the pain was numbed by her excitement. Moreover, compared to the pain she had endured before, it was nothing.
"How is it possible that it doesn't hurt? Come, I'll take you to the medical hall for treatment." Zeng Yi stroked her head with his hand, his tone full of concern.
Although Zeng Yi was cold just now, Yan Que was already his disciple now, so as a master, of course, he would start protecting her.
Now Zeng Yi envied those healing type Spirit Masters a bit, with any injuries, they could be healed by green light.
Ah~, why don't I have a twin martial spirit? Having a healing-type one would be awesome, both support and attack!
"By the way, which Yan and which Que are in your name?"
"Master, my name is Yan, as in spoken language, and Que, as in sparrow."
"Oh! So it's Yan Que! Hahaha." Zeng Yi laughed awkwardly, he thought it was rock.
"Little Yan Que, you are already at the tenth level of soul power, right?"
"Yeah, I reached the tenth level of soul power half a year ago."
"Then your talent is really good. In a few days, I will take you to obtain soul rings."
"Really!"
Hearing her master say this, Yan Que exclaimed excitedly. As long as she could obtain soul rings, she would become a Spirit Master. She had waited too long for this day, and now it was about to come true.
"Of course! Don't forget who your master is, any spirit beast below ten thousand years, your master can easily handle. A small hundred-year spirit beast is nothing at all." Zeng Yi confidently said to Yan Que.
"Ah! Master, you will help me obtain a hundred-year soul ring?"
Hearing Zeng Yi say this, Yan Que felt even more excited, feeling as if she were favored by the heavens. Originally, she thought that if she could obtain a ten-year spirit ring, that would be enough, but now, her master said he would help her obtain a hundred-year soul ring. As someone who had attended classes at the Spirit Master Academy, she naturally knew that the first soul ring of a Spirit Master was best at a hundred years. This way, her future development potential would be even greater. And to have a first soul ring that is of the hundred-year level, without a doubt, it was something only big powers and people with backgrounds could obtain. And now, she had the same treatment as them.
"Of course, if I can't even get you a hundred-year soul ring, then what am I doing as your master?"
"Yeah! Master, you are so good to me!" Yan Que happily hugged Zeng Yi's arm, her face overflowing with a smile of happiness.
"I will definitely train hard and won't let you down, Master!"
Looking at Yan Que hugging his arm, still wearing a happy foolish smile on her face, Zeng Yi couldn't help but smile.
Having a little fan girl who admires him feels pretty good!
"But your current body will find it difficult to withstand the pressure of a hundred-year soul ring. In the coming days, I will train you ruthlessly. Don't cry."
"I'm not afraid! I will persevere no matter what kind of training it is." Yan Que said firmly, her gaze without a trace of fear or timidity. As long as she can become stronger, even if it's painful and tiring, she will grit her teeth and persevere.
For this, she can abandon her identity as a weak little girl.
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