Back to Cang’er’s side.
After being swept away in a whirlwind by the dean, she was now sitting in his office.
Ji Feng’s face glowed with health as he rubbed his hands on the other end of the sofa. “So, little one, follow old me. I’m the dean here, the biggest figure in this school.”
Cang’er looked at him and said, “I’ll definitely go to the High Continent in the future. There must be even greater things over there.”
Ji Feng puffed out his beard and widened his eyes. “No, no, little one! Although I’m in Taman, when it comes to mechas in the Hongyu Continent, I’m one of the top experts.”
Cang’er eyed him skeptically.
“But you’re on the Moonshadow Continent. There’s nothing worthwhile here for building mechas. I’ll still have to go to the Hongyu Continent to find a master.”
“That won’t do.” Ji Feng anxiously scratched his head and began rummaging around.
With a wave of his hand, a chunk of jet-black metal appeared in his palm. “This is Dark Iron. Add Dark Iron liquid, and it strengthens the metal.”
He tossed it on the ground and waved again. “This is the Millennia Flood Dragon Crystal. Adding it to a mecha protects against cold and retains heat.” He tossed it down and continued searching.
“And this, Brown Obscure Gold, is the best material for protective mechas.”
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Ji Feng continued pulling out treasures. Seeing that the little girl opposite him was unmoved, he finally gritted his teeth and pulled out his trump card.
“This is the Purple Spirit Crystal. I’ve only ever had two in my lifetime. Add it to metal, and it instantly upgrades a mecha by one level. If you agree to be my little disciple, this one’s yours.”
“Are you saying all the previous stuff will be mine too?” Cang’er’s eyes shone brightly, but her brow was furrowed, hesitant.
“Sure, all of it’s yours.” Ji Feng’s beard trembled with excitement.
“No, no. I’m too small to take it now. What if I agree and you regret it and don’t give it to me?” Cang’er waved her hand, looking conflicted.
Looking at the treasures in front of him, Ji Feng gritted his teeth again. With a pang of pain, he pulled out a jade-green ring.
“This is a storage ring. It has a hundred square units of space—enough for you. It will recognize you when you drip your blood on it.”
He handed it over with trembling hands. He had originally planned to give it to a future little grandchild, but since his unfilial son was fifty and still unmarried… fine, he would secure a disciple first. A little grandchild or a little disciple, what’s the difference?
Cang’er accepted the small ring with a reluctant smile. She immediately pricked her finger, letting a drop of blood fall onto the jade-green ring. In her mind, the image of the Bi-You Ring appeared. She guided her spiritual power into it and saw, just as the old man said, that it had a storage space of about a hundred square units.
She slipped the ring onto her left index finger. The Bi-You Ring automatically shrank to fit her finger— a delicate, jade-green circle that looked very pretty on her hand.
Extremely satisfied, she nodded, stood up, waved her hand, and absorbed all the mecha materials Ji Feng had tossed on the ground into the ring.
Seeing her skillfully control the Bi-You Ring and store away all his treasures, the old man’s mouth twitched in pain, but he kept comforting himself: this little one already knows how to manipulate spiritual power to manage items—it shows strong talent.
Cang’er blinked obediently. Once she had secured all the treasures, she turned, bowed to Ji Feng, and said, “Master, please accept your disciple’s bow.”
Finally coaxing this little gem into becoming his disciple, Ji Feng happily stroked his white beard, rummaged through the storage ring, and pulled out a large stack of books, handing them to Cang’er.
“You have strong talent and cannot keep up with the classroom pace. Go back and memorize these books thoroughly, then come find me.” He waved his hand to send her off to the academy’s registration office.
He needed a moment to catch his breath—his Bi-You Ring, his Purple Spirit Crystal, his treasures…