His big brother, even if you combined the age of both her lives, couldnât be as old as this fraudster, Master Takedera, right?
âI donât know either,â Si Fuqing pondered. âMaybe I accepted a disciple in my dream? No, that canât be right. Iâm a face enthusiast. I judge potential disciples by their looks.â
JI Xingzhiâs eyes suddenly lit up. âCould it be that you befriended me because I look good?â
Si Fuqing glanced him up and down lazily. âAlright, you made it. Seven out of ten.â
JI Xingzhi felt invigorated.
He knew Si Fuqing had a standard scoring system in his mind.
Yu Xiheng was undoubtedly a full score, incomparable to ordinary people.
Even the top male idols in the entertainment industry, praised for their looks, only scored a maximum of five points in his big brotherâs eyes.
Getting a seven was something he could proudly brag about.
Their conversation brought another moment of silence to the room.
The disciple was furious, his fingers trembling. âYou⦠you dare to impersonate Master Yu Wu! You⦠youâll be hunted by the entire Yin-Yang community!â
In the world of Masters of Yin-Yang , the strongest was the absolute supreme.
Even though Yu Wu had crippled three hundred Masters of Yin-Yang of the Fujisan family at East Ridge Sea, the family held no grudge against him, only admiration and fear.
After Yu Wuâs fame from the battle at East Ridge Sea, the four great Yin-Yang families of Eastern Mulberry even carved statues of Yu Wu to worship him as a sign of respect.
The Fujisan family admired strength. They respected Yu Wu, but it didnât stop them from wanting to kill him and take his place.
âMadam Beino, what kind of master have you invited?â Master Takedera was completely enraged, standing up abruptly. âHow dare you impersonate my grandmaster! Do you think a young girl can replace my grandmaster? Fine, if she doesnât kneel and apologize to my grandmaster today, then find another expert for the matriarchâs illness!â
With that, he flung his sleeves and prepared to leave.
Madam Beino panicked and apologized repeatedly. âMaster Takedera, please calm down. I will have her removed immediately. Our Beino family is willing to pay an additional two million. Please, Master Takedera, do not take this offense to heart.â
She then angrily addressed the old man, âWhat kind of person did you bring? Angering Master Takederaâwhat about the matriarchâs illness?â
The old man stepped in front of Si Fuqing and hurriedly said, âMadam, I saw this young lady command a bound spirit with my own eyes! She truly isnât just a Master of Yin-Yang ; sheâs a Celestial Master of Yin-Yang!â
Madam Beino was shocked. âIs that true?â
Though she wasnât a Master of Yin-Yang, ordinary people in Eastern Mulberry had a certain understanding of Yin-Yang techniques.
A Celestial Master of Yin-Yang was a rank higher than a Master of Yin-Yang.
âItâs true, madam,â the old man confirmed. âThis young lady is from Great Xia, the true origin of Yin-Yang techniques.â
The old man was a retainer of the Beino family and knew some Yin-Yang techniques himself, so Madam Beino trusted him.
Madam Beino immediately stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Si Fuqing. âPlease, master, examine my matriarchâs condition.â
âFine, fine. Youâd rather trust a young girl than me,â Master Takedera said, his anger turning to laughter. âFarewell! Even if you offered ten million, I wouldnât treat the matriarchâs illness.â
The disciple, indignant, added, âBlind fools!â
Commanding a bound spirit? Nonsense.
The apprentice picked up the suitcase and followed Master Takedera.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Yet, they hadnât reached the door when a faint voice echoed, âDid I say you could leave?â
An invisible force seemed to block Master Takederaâs path. He pushed forward with all his might but couldnât move an inch.
Suddenly, with a âbang,â he was flung back by the air, spinning in midair before landing in front of Si Fuqing, bruised and battered.
The disciple was terrified. âMaster!â
Master Takedera, dazed from the fall, couldnât understand what had happened.
Before he could react, his head was involuntarily lifted.
âDear little junior disciple, your grandmaster is here,â Si Fuqing said leisurely. âSeeing your grandmaster, shouldnât you kneel? Is this your way of paying respects?â
Master Takederaâs eyes widened in horror. âYou⦠youâ¦â
Controlling a personâwhat kind of Yin-Yang technique was this?
With his hands behind his back, Si Fuqing smiled slightly. âSince you called me grandmaster and are my seventeenth-generation disciple, bow seventeen times, and I will teach you some knowledge. How about it?â
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