Chapter 9

Lu Xiaoran quickly led the two people to the top of the mountain.

Yun Lige had just finished his cultivation and stepped out of his room when he saw his master, one arm around a young beauty and the other holding an old nanny.

This made his face somewhat strange for a moment.

His master actually had this kind of preference?

Wasn't this a bit too inhumane? It was certainly not the behavior of a gentleman.

However, the other party was his master, who had done him a great favor, so he couldn't make too many comments.

"Disciple greets Master."

Yun Lige bowed, and Lu Xiaoran nodded.

"Good, I'll leave this old guy to you."

"Ah? Master, I can't do it."

"There's nothing you can't do. Master believes in you!"

With that, Lu Xiaoran threw Li Nanny in front of Yun Lige and then took Ji Wuxia into his room.

Yun Lige looked at the old nanny in front of him, his face turning black.

Doing such a despicable thing to a woman was already something he despised. But even so, his master had given him such an old one.

Just looking at her wrinkled face made him want to vomit, let alone trying to subdue her? Heaven, he would probably have nightmares for the rest of his life.

However, Yun Lige suddenly slapped himself.

"Yun Lige, how can you think like this? Master is your benefactor. He gave you an imperial-level cultivation technique, allowing you to re-enter the path of cultivation. Now, he's just asking you to subdue an old nanny. Are you going to hesitate? Are you still human? Do you deserve Master's painstaking cultivation?"

Thinking of this, Yun Lige took a deep breath, looked at the unconscious Li Nanny lying on the ground, and his eyes became determined. He carried her into the room.

...

Heaven must have pitied him, for Lu Xiaoran didn't actually want him to do that. He just wanted Yun Lige to take care of Li Nanny.

At this moment, he came to his room, gave Ji Wuxia a pill, and soon she woke up.

Ji Wuxia opened her eyes groggily and saw Lu Xiaoran's face so close to hers, her heart rate quickened.

There are many handsome men, but the exceptionally handsome ones are one in ten thousand.

However, Ji Wuxia only froze for less than a second before she immediately reacted.

"Take this palm!"

Without warning, a palm shot out like a venomous snake, aiming straight for Lu Xiaoran's chest.

The speed of the palm was incredibly fast, and the friction with the air produced a whistling sound.

However, before it reached Lu Xiaoran's chest, he caught it with one hand, twisted it, and the intense pain instantly made Ji Wuxia's face pale as wax, gasping for air.

"Shout if it hurts; I won't laugh at you."

Ji Wuxia trembled with anger. This bastard, how dare he mock her?

A man can be killed but not humiliated! Even if she had to fight to the death, she wouldn't back down.

Thinking of this, Ji Wuxia, ignoring her broken hand, forced herself to stand up and prepared to attack again.

However, Lu Xiaoran suddenly hooked his right middle finger and tapped her forehead.

Bang!

"Ah!"

The tap on Ji Wuxia's skull produced a crisp sound, instantly draining all her strength, making her cry out in pain, covering her head, and tears streaming down her face.

Lu Xiaoran retracted his right hand and looked at her with a smile.

"Still being naughty?"

Ji Wuxia took a while to recover, holding her head and moving her body backward to create some distance from Lu Xiaoran.

Although she knew it was useless, it gave her some psychological comfort.

This guy was too dangerous.

"What do you want?"

"Just bored, thought of taking a disciple to play with."

Ji Wuxia's mouth twitched, and she immediately refused.

"Impossible! I am the princess of the Zining Wang Palace of the Great Zhou Dynasty. I absolutely will not be your disciple."

Although she didn't understand why Lu Xiaoran knew her identity and still wanted to take her as a disciple.

But!

The Demon Sect's ranking in the Great Zhou Dynasty was high, but it wasn't top-tier, let alone comparable to the royal family.

And Lu Xiaoran wasn't even the head of the Demon Sect. How could he have the qualifications to take her as a disciple?

Lu Xiaoran didn't get angry but smiled and said,

"If you want to avenge yourself, besides being my disciple, even finding the inheritance of an emperor might not succeed."

"What!"

Ji Wuxia was startled.

"I don't understand what you mean."

"Why pretend? You came to the Demon Sect to seek opportunities, improve yourself, and avenge yourself against your ex-fiancé, right?"

Ji Wuxia's heart began to race.

Not many people knew about her desire for revenge, but some could guess.

However, Lu Xiaoran's words were too exaggerated. He even mentioned the inheritance of an emperor and said that even if she obtained it, she couldn't avenge herself?

Lu Xiaoran waved his hand, indicating she didn't need to be shocked, and continued,

"I'm not forcing you to be my disciple, making it seem like I'm begging. I'll just tell you one key point: you have only two paths."

"One, work hard all your life, watching your ex-fiancé, no, your ex-fiancé, become stronger and stronger until you can only look up to him, and end up depressed, even regretting breaking off the engagement."

"Two, become my disciple and have a chance to destroy him."

Ji Wuxia was speechless.

He seemed to be certain that the man would become very strong, strong enough to make her feel helpless.

But she didn't immediately agree and asked another question.

"I want to know, why do you say this? And if I become your disciple, what can you give me?"

"Why? What can I give you? Let me think."

Lu Xiaoran tapped his head.

"Hmm... how about cultivating you into an emperor?"

"What!"

Ji Wuxia's heart, which was already racing, shuddered again.

This guy was really trying to shock people to death.

He actually dared to say he would make her an emperor!

What kind of existence was an emperor?

How many people in ten thousand years could achieve it? Very few!

No cultivator dared to dream of becoming an emperor.

It was a foolish thought, even to imagine it.

"I don't believe you."

"Then get lost."

Lu Xiaoran said these three words without any courtesy.

This made Ji Wuxia clench her fists.

Really just leave like this?

When Lu Xiaoran was about to let her go, she was somewhat shaken.

She knew that in the Zining Wang Palace, she wasn't the most favored, so she would never be able to access the best cultivation techniques.

It was a middle-grade saint-level technique, her greatest hope, and her greatest despair.

This was why she came to the Demon Sect to seek opportunities.

Currently, all signs indicated that the Lu Xiaoran in front of her was not an ordinary person.

What he said was certainly absurd.

However, he might be able to help her take another step forward, who knew?

This was a gamble!