Chapter 72 Ning Rongrong Becomes a Disciple! Shrek Academy Falls Apart! Tang San Becomes a Clown!
Ning Rongrong bit her lip and finally made a decision.
With a "plop".
Ning Rongrong knelt down on both knees and respectfully kowtowed to Qian Daobai.
"Disciple Ning Rongrong, I humbly beg you to accept me as your disciple!"
Her voice was clear and her expression sincere, without the slightest hint of falsehood.
She wants to become stronger.
I don't want to feel helpless and desperate when facing a strong enemy like I do today.
Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi smiled with relief.
He knew he had made the right bet.
He hurriedly took out one treasure after another from his soul tool and placed them on the table in front of Qian Daobai.
"This is a small token of my appreciation, and I hope you won't find it offensive, Master."
Ning Fengzhi's attitude has completely placed him in the position of a junior's parent.
He knew that Qian Daobai was now the de facto ruler of the Spirit Hall, and that ordinary gold and silver would certainly not be of interest to him.
Therefore, what he took out were all the sect's most treasured possessions.
"This is a 50,000-year-old Crimson Flame Tiger's left arm bone."
"This is a 30,000-year-old Earth Demon Spider's right leg bone."
The two soul bones, one wreathed in flames and the other a deep, earthy yellow, both emanated astonishing fluctuations of soul power.
"This item is called the Green Lamp Cover. It is a top-tier defensive item that can withstand a full-force attack from a Soul Douluo-level expert."
"This is a heaven-and-earth gauze robe, impervious to water and fire, and impervious to swords and blades..."
Ning Fengzhi introduced each treasure as if it were his own, each one enough to drive the Soul Masters outside crazy.
He presented these items both as a gift for becoming a disciple and to demonstrate the value of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Qian Daobai's gaze swept over the treasures and finally landed on Ning Rongrong, who was kneeling on the ground.
His eyes were calm and undisturbed.
Should I take her as my apprentice?
He thought about the girl's relationship with Tang San and the others.
If we were to keep her by our side, she would certainly be an interesting pawn.
Perhaps, this will make that little bug, who is single-mindedly seeking revenge, feel even more desperate.
Thinking of this, a slight smile appeared on Qian Daobai's lips.
He slowly opened his mouth and uttered a single word.
"Can."
To Ning Fengzhi, Qian Daobai's soft "okay" was nothing short of heavenly music.
His tense nerves relaxed instantly, and an uncontrollable look of ecstasy appeared on his face.
You made the right bet!
He gambled the future of the entire sect, and he made the right bet!
Ning Rongrong, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled slightly.
She slowly raised her head and looked at the indifferent young man in the main seat, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
From this day forward, this person will be her master.
"Master, please accept my bow."
Ning Rongrong composed herself and, without the slightest hesitation, bowed again and respectfully performed the three kneelings and nine kowtows ceremony before Qian Daobai.
After the ceremony, she straightened up, and Ning Fengzhi, who had already understood her intentions, brought over a cup of fragrant tea that had been prepared in advance and personally handed it to his daughter.
Ning Rongrong took the warm teacup with both hands, knelt down again in front of Qian Daobai, and raised the teacup high above her head.
"Master, please have some tea."
Her voice was clear and melodious, with a touch of girlish sweetness, yet it was also incredibly solemn.
Qian Daobai's gaze swept over her.
Today, Ning Rongrong is wearing a light pink long dress, the hem of which spreads out on the ground with her movements, like a blooming hibiscus.
Her slender waist was so thin it could be encircled by a single hand, and the long, straight lines of her legs, outlined beneath her skirt, revealed her astonishing proportions even when she was kneeling.
The aristocratic air she had cultivated since childhood, combined with the humility of her status as a disciple, created a unique charm.
Qian Daobai didn't say anything, but simply reached out and took the cup of tea.
His fingertips accidentally touched Ning Rongrong's fingers.
Ning Rongrong felt a warm touch, which made her heart skip a beat and her cheeks involuntarily flush red. She quickly lowered her head.
Qian Daobai brought the teacup to his lips and took a small sip.
The tea has a refreshing and invigorating aroma.
He put down his teacup, looked at Ning Rongrong who was still kneeling on the ground, and spoke calmly.
"Get up."
"Thank you, Master."
Ning Rongrong then stood up and stood respectfully to the side.
She clasped her hands together, lowered her eyes, and her mind was filled with countless thoughts.
She thought of her friends at Shrek Academy, of Oscar who was always trying to please her, and of Tang San who was determined to become stronger.
She also recalled how she and her companions had once regarded their master as an enemy and even spoken rudely to him.
Then look at the father. In order to allow him to become a disciple of the master, he not only offered the sect leader's token, but also took out two ten-thousand-year soul bones and top-level soul tools, which are great treasures.
My father paid such a high price, not only for the future of the sect, but also for his own future.
Now that you've become my disciple, it's time to put an end to the past.
Thinking of this, Ning Rongrong took a deep breath, took another step forward, and bowed deeply to Qian Daobai.
"Master, I'm sorry."
Her voice was filled with deep apology.
"I was studying with Tang San and the others before, but I was blind and ignorant. I never thought I would misunderstand Master and even be disrespectful to him. Please punish me, Master."
Her apology came from the heart.
After witnessing Qian Daobai's godlike power, she realized how ridiculous and ignorant her previous actions had been.
Qian Daobai looked at her, his expression still calm, revealing neither joy nor anger.
He simply uttered four words.
"A promise is a promise."
These four words were spoken softly, yet they sent a jolt through Ning Rongrong's heart.
She immediately understood what her master meant.
An apology is not just something you say.
"Master, rest assured, I understand."
Ning Rongrong straightened up and bowed to Qian Daobai and Ning Fengzhi again.
"Father, Master, your disciple will be right back."
After saying that, she turned around and walked quickly out of the reception room without any hesitation.
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Shrek Academy, temporary residence.
The atmosphere in the room remained oppressive, making it hard to breathe.
Ning Rongrong's departure cast a thick shadow over everyone's hearts.
"Rongrong...she'll be alright, won't she?"
Oscar was restless, pacing back and forth, his face filled with worry.
Dai Mubai's face was gloomy. He slammed his fist on the table, making a dull thud.
"That Qian Daobai is simply going too far!"
Tang San closed his eyes and remained silent, but his slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed the turmoil in his heart.
Just then, the door was pushed open from the outside.
A beautiful figure appeared at the door.
It was Ning Rongrong.
"Rongrong!"
Oscar was the first to rush forward, looking at her with surprise.
"You're back! How are you? Your father..."
Everyone else stood up as well, their eyes all turning to Ning Rongrong, filled with anticipation and questions.
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