Bab 111: Chapter 111: I'm Just Going Out for a Breath of Fresh Air
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"Old man sees that your talent in swordsmanship is not bad and wants to take you as my disciple. What do you think?"
Sword Douluo, Chen Xin said lightly with his back to Zeng Yi.
A gentle breeze blew in from the window, causing Chen Xin's pure white robe and his white long hair to sway in the wind, giving off a faint sense of elegance and immortality.
Come on, agree already! Quickly kneel down and call me master.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Chen Xin's mouth.
He, Chen Xin, was a Titled Douluo with a cultivation base, known as Sword Master Chen Xin, the person with the highest sword cultivation in the Douluo Continent.
Because everyone stronger than him had died, like Chen Xin's father and his grandfather.
But for someone like him, standing at the peak of the soul master world as a Titled Douluo, to take on a disciple, young people would probably be so excited that they couldn't even speak properly and would kneel down right away to pay their respects.
Believing that this young man was no exception.
"No." Zeng Yi's voice came calmly from behind.
"Very well, pay respect to your master then?"
When the voice sounded, Chen Xin thought that Zeng Yi had agreed. His face showed great joy, but as soon as he heard clearly, his body staggered involuntarily, and he was dumbfounded in an instant.
Did I mishear? A Titled Douluo, still a top-tier Titled Douluo, wants to take you, a mere Spirit Douluo, as his disciple, and you're not excited enough to cry tears of joy? Rejected? Who gave you the courage to refuse?
"What did you say?" Chen Xin looked at Zeng Yi with a shocked expression.
Chen Xin couldn't believe his ears.
"Sorry! Senior, I think we may not be compatible," Zeng Yi said again plainly. He didn't want to be Chen Xin's disciple.
Although it was a great opportunity to be able to worship a Titled Douluo as his master, and Chen Xin was a powerful figure among the Titled Douluo, with his swordsmanship reaching the pinnacle, Zeng Yi had no intention of becoming his disciple so easily. Given what had happened before, where he was almost killed and then taken as a disciple, and the fact that he had pretended to be someone from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and was being hunted by the Martial Soul Hall, it was clear to him that there was more to the story behind this.
Zeng Yi felt that there was some conspiracy going on.
If nothing had happened before, Zeng Yi might have agreed. But now, he had a feeling that there was a plot behind all this.
He knew that Chen Xin was a member of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Once he joined, he would have to stand against the Martial Soul Hall, getting caught in an endless vortex.
It wasn't that Zeng Yi was afraid of the Martial Soul Hall. It was just that it would be a bother. He had no grievances with the Martial Soul Hall, so there was no need to go against them and waste his energy.
He was just a Ronin and didn't want to be tied down because he would eventually leave this world, and having too many emotions would only bring sadness.
As for the war between the later-stage in Douluo Continent, the protagonist group, and the Martial Soul Hall, Zeng Yi had no intention of getting involved. He would silently watch from the sidelines and mind his own business.
Zeng Yi didn't have the sentimental attachment of a protagonist or the desire to gather a harem as in some stories. He just wanted to quietly cultivate to the hundredth level and then leave this world to find his way back home.
There weren't many things worth his nostalgia in this world. The memories of his parents from this world were just fleeting, and what remained was mostly loneliness and sadness. But in his original world, Earth, the memories of twenty years couldn't simply be forgotten.
Perhaps they had already forgotten, but he, Zeng Yi, at least wanted to take a look.
As for reaching the hundredth level of cultivation, Zeng Yi planned to take it slow. He would wander around, see the sights of this world, and cultivate at the same time. This way, it wouldn't be a waste of his trip to this world. Perhaps, such experiences in the mortal realm would help him break through to godhood in the future?
As for the stupid requirements of the system, Zeng Yi couldn't be bothered. He had left himself behind and gone to play. He would focus on cultivating to become a god, and then they could leave together. Why should he devote himself to the system? How fast could I cultivate alone? Could I level up just by randomly doing some tasks like those high-level individuals with systems? What a joke!
No, he also wanted to enjoy a happy journey and joyful cultivation. Even if the system came back, he wouldn't have reached the hundredth level of cultivation and he would need to motivate himself.
"Why? Do you think I'm not qualified to be your master?" Chen Xin grabbed Zeng Yi's shoulder and asked sternly, a powerful aura filling the room, making the temperature drop.
If it were someone else, Chen Xin wouldn't even bother, but he had to take this person as his disciple. Regardless of the situation with the Spirit Hall, he was determined to pass on his swordsmanship to him.
His lifelong wish was to see someone standing at the pinnacle of the continent who was a swordsman. He might not be able to achieve it himself, but in this young man, he saw hope. Even if it required force, he would make Zeng Yi his disciple and impart all his sword skills to him.
This continent had been immersed in swordsmanship for too long.
Chen Xin's grip on Zeng Yi's shoulder was painful, and Zeng Yi quickly said, "No, sir, you are more than qualified. It would be a great honor for me to be your disciple, but..."
Zeng Yi's face showed a hint of bitterness.
"But what?" Chen Xin let go of his hand and asked.
Zeng Yi rubbed his shoulder and took out a token from his spatial ring, saying, "I'm truly sorry, sir, but I have already joined the Spirit Hall. I am a member of the Spirit Hall, and you are from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. I don't want to be a traitor to my sect. Since I have joined the Spirit Hall, I will be loyal to them for the rest of my life."
Zeng Yi said with a serious tone. The token in his hand was the Spirit Hall's token, which he had obtained from the Spirit Hall's Spirit King he had killed.
Hopefully, now you won't insist on me being your disciple, right? As a Titled Douluo, you wouldn't force someone to betray another organization and become your disciple, would you?
Zeng Yi secretly congratulated himself on his cleverness.
Back to the story, Zeng Yi still felt reluctant to leave Chen Xin even though he had refused. He realized that this person was different from others and looked at Zeng Yi with a strange gaze.
Do you think I'm a fool? If you're a member of the Martial Soul Hall, shouldn't the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect propose marriage to my sect? Wasn't that what you said to the people of the Martial Soul Hall before?
"Kid, do you really think I'm a fool?" Chen Xin's face turned ugly, and he asked in a deep voice.
This made Zeng Yi a little anxious. Had his lie been exposed?
"No, sir, I really am a member of the Spirit Hall," Zeng Yi continued to argue with a hint of desperation.
"Hmph, even if you're from the Spirit Hall, from today, you're still my disciple." Chen Xin snorted, and a trace of his aura as a Titled Douluo radiated out, frightening Xiao Ju, who was in Zeng Yi's arms. Zeng Yi himself was trembling.
"Hehe, sir, it might not be a good idea," Zeng Yi said with a wry smile.
Bang!
The sound of a door being opened resounded, and a small figure rushed into the room in a hurry.
"Grand Master, how is my master doing?"
Seeing her disciple, Yan Que, calling Chen Xin like this, Zeng Yi had black lines all over his head.
I haven't even agreed to be this person's master yet, and you're calling him Grand Master? You're making things really awkward, Yan Que.
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At night, Zeng Yi stood up quietly, leaving a note on the table.
Seeing his master's appearance, Xiao Ju was about to cry out, but Zeng Yi covered her mouth and made a hushing gesture.
He placed Xiao Ju in his clothes and walked quietly to the window.
Yes, Zeng Yi intended to escape now. He had a strong premonition that following Chen Xin would lead to trouble. As for his disciple, Yan Que, she could stay with Chen Xin. Zeng Yi had noticed that Chen Xin treated her well, almost like a granddaughter, so he was at ease with her.
Moreover, Yan Que's decision to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was a good one. At least it was better than wandering with him. She would have friends to play with and her life would be more fulfilling.
Goodbye, Yan Que. When I become stronger, I'll definitely visit you at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Zeng Yi made a silent promise and then disappeared from the room.
Under the moonlight, a figure moved swiftly on the rooftop, it was Zeng Yi running away.
Advance, advance, advance.
Goodbye, Sword Douluo. Ahhhhh.
But the joy didn't last long. Zeng Yi suddenly stopped in his tracks, his face showing a bitter expression.
In front of him, there was a figure standing on the rooftop. In the bright moonlight, the figure was clearly visible, wearing a white robe, and his white hair gently swaying in the night breeze.
"My good disciple, where are you going so late?"
"Hehe, I just came out for some fresh air, hehe."
Watching the Sword Douluo in front of him, Zeng Yi's mouth twitched.
"Perfect, I also enjoy standing in the moonlight for some fresh air," Chen Xin said with a smile.
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