Chapter 111 The Sword Douluo's Psychological Defenses Collapse
Late at night, in the guest room area of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Ye Liuyun did not fall asleep. He sat cross-legged on the bed, fully circulating his soul power, constantly solidifying it, trying to suppress the restlessness brought about by the breakthrough.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide, and two cold glints flashed in the darkness.
He got out of bed, pushed open the door behind him, and stepped calmly into the courtyard.
"What is it?"
The moment those two words were uttered, Sword Douluo Chen Xin froze on the spot.
He had been famous for many years. As a level 96 powerful attack type titled Douluo who was famous throughout the continent, wherever he went, he was met with either fear so great that his teeth chattered or almost fanatical worship.
But the boy in front of him was not intimidated by his imposing presence; instead, he acted as if he were casually greeting an acquaintance.
"This kid..."
Chen Xin muttered to himself, his originally sharp aura choked back by those two dry words.
Thinking of Ning Fengzhi's repeated instructions before his departure, Chen Xin forcibly suppressed the urge to draw his sword.
He smiled gently and started a conversation.
"I heard from the sect leader that a young talent with extraordinary abilities has arrived at the sect today. I was itching to come and meet him."
Chen Xin stood with his hands behind his back, his sword aura concealed and not yet unleashed, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance befitting a peak expert.
"My title is 'Sword,' and my name is Chen Xin. Would you be willing to become my disciple?"
If this gets out, the nobles of Heaven Dou City will probably fight tooth and nail for this spot.
Being a disciple of the Seven Kill Sword lineage is enough to make one feel invincible on the continent.
Ye Liuyun didn't even hesitate, coldly uttering two words:
"Unwilling."
"What did you say?"
Chen Xin was so angry that he laughed.
His brows furrowed sharply, his eyes filled with confusion and astonishment.
In all his years, this was the first time he had ever seen someone so decisively reject his offer.
Why?
Chen Xin took a step forward, and that oppressive feeling, strong enough to tear the air apart, rose faintly from his body once again.
"I consider myself one of the best masters in the world. My insights into swordsmanship and my practical combat experience are enough to benefit you for a lifetime. Isn't it good to have a powerful teacher as your backer?"
If this conversation were to spread to the outside world, it would be enough to cause a complete uproar in the entire Soul Master community.
Who is Chen Xin?
That was the current successor of the Seven Kill Sword, a Super Douluo with peak strength of level ninety-six.
In Douluo Continent, receiving a single word of guidance from him means avoiding ten years of detours in the path of swordsmanship.
If one could be accepted as his personal disciple, it would be an incredible stroke of luck, like receiving a ticket directly to the hall of power.
Countless geniuses fought tooth and nail to get a chance, some even kneeling before the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for months, just hoping that Sword Douluo Chen Xin would glance at them.
But now, this "great opportunity" that could change his fate has been rejected so decisively that Chen Xin can hardly accept it.
Ye Liuyun's heart remained completely unmoved.
He's no ordinary person; why would he become Chen Xin's disciple?
Why does he always want to become an apprentice? He's already amazing enough.
Aside from having an additional nominal master and a bunch of tedious formalities, it did almost no real help in improving his strength.
He didn't intend to make up any reasons, explaining it simply:
"For no particular reason, I simply had no intention of becoming an apprentice."
Chen Xin froze on the spot, his fingertips trembling almost imperceptibly.
He had met countless brilliant juniors in his life, and every one of them treated him with utmost respect and fervent admiration.
But the kid in front of him was so calm that he wondered if he had become invisible.
I glanced at the sky and realized it was nighttime. So, from which side did the moon rise tonight?
However, Chen Xin was a seasoned veteran. Although he felt somewhat defeated, his desire to investigate the truth was rekindled.
His eyes darted around, and he changed his tune, saying:
"It's fine if you don't want to become my apprentice. I truly admire your talent. How about this, I won't take you on as an apprentice, but I can teach you a few moves for free. Surely that will interest you?"
When he said this, Chen Xin even carried a hint of pride.
For a Super Douluo to lower himself and offer to "guide" a junior is like a huge pie falling from the sky.
He couldn't believe that there was any Soul Master in the world who could resist such a temptation when an opportunity as priceless as gold was right in front of him.
After hearing this, Ye Liuyun did not show any joy or honor. Instead, he scratched his head in a somewhat embarrassed manner.
It felt like he was finally about to lie down and catch up on some sleep, but some energetic guy insisted on dragging him to play video games all night.
This is troublesome, really too troublesome.
He looked at Chen Xin, his eyes revealing an extremely pure helplessness:
"Forget it."
Ye Liuyun sighed and declined again without any hesitation.
Then, as if he had thought of something more important, he glanced to the side and his stomach made a very inopportune sound.
He looked at Chen Xin, who had a blank expression.
"If you really have nothing to do, bring me some food, I'm hungry."
quiet.
A deathly silence.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin's sharp sword intent, capable of cleaving space, almost collapsed completely at this moment because of this one sentence.
He, a titled Douluo, intended to teach the other party a few moves, but the other party not only refused but also asked him to bring some food.
Although we are doing business now, this is really taking us too seriously.
Chen Xin stared at Ye Liuyun's matter-of-fact face, her chest heaving violently.
Years of self-control almost made him burst into a tirade of anger. What a waste of a good person to have such a mouth.
He suddenly realized that the boy wasn't playing any tricks of feigning indifference at all; he genuinely didn't care about his identity and didn't take his "teachings" seriously at all.
"you..."
Chen Xin gritted his teeth, but couldn't utter a single word.
At this moment, the inner hall was brightly lit, and Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo Gu Rong were waiting anxiously.
When Ning Fengzhi saw Chen Xin barge in with a menacing aura, his beard bristling and eyes bulging, his heart skipped a beat and he abruptly stood up.
He had never seen Chen Xin so out of control. His face, which was usually unmoved even in the face of a collapsing mountain, was now filled with complex emotions.
"What's wrong?" Ning Fengzhi asked anxiously, "Could it be that kid..."
"That kid is definitely suspicious!"
Chen Xin slammed his hand heavily on the table, making the teacups bounce wildly. His tone was resolute and left no room for doubt.
"This is abnormal, it's absolutely abnormal!"
Bone Douluo, who was standing to the side, also abandoned his usual cold demeanor. His deep eyes were filled with tension as he asked in a low voice:
"What exactly happened?"
For Sword Douluo to say "there's definitely a problem," it means that, in their view, things have probably reached an extremely serious point.
"what happened?"
Chen Xin was so angry that her voice trembled, and she complained through gritted teeth.
"I condescended to not only take him as my disciple, but even offered to teach him a few moves. And what happened? Do you know what that kid said to me?"
Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo held their breath, staring intently at Chen Xin.
"Not only did he not want me to teach him, but he also asked me with a look of disgust if I could bring him some food if he really had nothing to do, saying that he was hungry!"
Chen Xin grew angrier as he spoke, and his beard trembled.
"You be the judge! I am a level 96 Super Douluo. In his eyes, am I just a servant who delivers meals? Is that even fair?!"
"Pfft—"
Ning Fengzhi was stunned for three seconds, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Bone Douluo, standing to the side, laughed so hard he almost fell over, and even his chilling aura completely dissipated.
"Hahaha, Chen Xin, you've finally met your match!"
Bone Douluo laughed so hard he slapped his thigh.
"There are so many people in the world who would like to ask you to teach them a move that they could line up all the way to the Star Luo Empire, yet this kid is treating you like a kitchen servant!"
Ning Fengzhi rubbed his sore eyes from laughing, but then suddenly remembered something. His expression shifted slightly, and he tentatively looked at Chen Xin:
"Uncle Jian, they are, after all, distinguished guests we invited back... So, did you have someone send them off?"
Upon hearing this, the hall fell into a brief, eerie silence.
Chen Xin's old face instantly turned as red as if he had applied rouge, blushing from the base of his neck all the way to the tips of his ears.
He stammered for a long time, then finally turned his head away, somewhat annoyed and embarrassed, his voice barely audible:
"...It's been delivered."
"oops!"
Seeing that the two were about to laugh again, Chen Xin hurriedly explained.
"What can I do? That kid is currently our most important partner, holding the sect's lifeline in his hands. The guest said he's hungry; as the host, can we let him go hungry? I'm doing this for the greater good, for the greater good!"
Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo, upon hearing this futile explanation and seeing Chen Xin's aggrieved yet helpless expression, burst into another hearty laugh
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