“System, you said that by taking just one disciple, I’d instantly reach Level 99 as a Limit Douluo?”
“Ding!
Yes, host.
As long as the disciple you accept meets the system’s criteria, you will immediately gain the strength of a Level 99 Limit Titled Douluo.”
“Is that for real?”
“It’s real, host!”
“If it’s not real, I’ll find a watermelon and smash my head in right now, leaving you, a system, to grow old alone!”
“Explain the system’s requirements.”
“Ding!
System Disciple Acceptance Criteria:
First: Divine Potential
Second: Top-Tier Talent
Third: Superb Appearance”
“Damn it, do you know I’m a waste with a Martial Soul that’s just a wooden stick and zero innate Soul Power?
Asking me to take such a top-tier genius as a disciple—was that on purpose or an accident?”
“Ding!
Host, I am merely the system’s initial guidance AI.
I will vanish once you accept a disciple.
I cannot interfere with the system’s rules, so it was an intentional accident.”
“You have ten days left to accept a disciple.
If you fail, you will be judged as utterly worthless trash, and the system will abandon you to seek another master.
Please continue your efforts, host!”
“F*ck, ********, **********…”
“Host, please use civilized language…”
Yang Xingfeng, having endured hardships on his journey, finally arrived outside Suotuo City.
Gazing at the exotic, towering, and thick-walled city before him, he chewed on an unknown leaf, muttering a stream of extremely uncivilized, mother-laden curses directed at the system through gritted teeth, his eyes gradually growing distant.
Recalling the past, his legendary life should be traced back to a certain night eighteen years ago.
He vaguely remembered battling eighteen great bandits alone that night, fighting bloodily for five and a half hours, wielding his might like a raging dragon against a phoenix, and barely emerging victorious.
However, the bandits were simply too numerous and their assault too fierce.
Though he won, he was utterly exhausted and died.
When he awoke again, he found himself in this Douluo Continent world.
Yang Xing had naturally read the Douluo Continent novels.
He originally thought he was in for a life that would skyrocket to the heavens—utterly legendary.
Who would have guessed that at the age of six, heaven, jealous of his talent, struck him down.
He only awakened a Martial Soul of a small wooden stick and zero-level Soul Power.
He was deeply dissatisfied at the time.
Even if he were too outstanding and heaven, jealous, had rigged things against him, his Martial Soul shouldn’t have been just a small wooden stick, right?
Did that match his style?
No, it did not!
At the very least, it should have been a big stick, a thick stick, or a fire poker!
This small wooden stick was simply too insulting!
From then on, he remained depressed for two and a half years.
However, no matter how desperately fate tried to conceal his brilliance, it could only hide the surface; it couldn’t extinguish the dazzling, golden essence within.
Thus, the system arrived!
And it was a system that boasted wildly during its self-introduction, claiming that all he needed to do was take one disciple.
No ninety-nine years of cultivation required!
No eighty-eight years of cultivation required!
No need to risk life and death!
He could painlessly acquire the full cultivation and complete set of a Level 99 Titled Douluo.
And so, Yang Xing began his next ten years—a mere trifle of hardship—in his life of seeking a disciple.
And so, he was successfully driven out of the village and the city by his parents and the aunties of the village.
Yang Xing still remembered the reluctant attachment his 365th promised disciple, already two months in the womb of his designated Seventh Aunt, felt for him before his departure.
All of it was expressed through the wildly flapping lips of Seventh Aunt and Seventh Uncle.
Thus, carrying his parents’ reluctance and the expectations of his fellow villagers, along with nothing but ten Copper Soul Coins and a map—the only worldly possessions on his person—he trekked for half a month, crossing mountains and rivers, braving wind and dew, until he arrived outside Suotuo City.
During this time, he never forgot his grand ambition of recruiting disciples.
Unfortunately, all he encountered were uneducated country folk with insufficient modern education, unable to recognize the dragon stranded in shallow waters, and they short-sightedly rejected him.
But he did not blame these people, only feeling pity for the greatest opportunity they might ever encounter in their lives, now lost.
However, given that some, despite rejecting him, still showed a bit of foresight by investing a certain amount in him,
Yang Xing was a man who repaid kindness, and he decided that once he succeeded, he would certainly repay them.
Now, there were only ten days left before the system would abandon him, demoting him to the level of a worthless piece of trash.
Yang Xing had never been one to accept fate.
His gaze sharpened, his pupils focusing intently as he suddenly spat out the leaf in his mouth, rose with a heroic air, and strode boldly toward the gates of Suotuo City.
“Dammit, gamble once and a bicycle turns into a motorcycle!
At worst, I’ll just reincarnate again!”
…
Three days later, a simple yet not crude carriage stopped outside the gates of Suotuo City.
Soon, a young girl dressed in a plain white gown stepped down from the carriage.
She had neat ear-length short hair, stood a little over 1.6 meters tall, and from the skin on her neck, it was clear that her complexion was exceptionally fair and delicate.
After politely paying the fare, the girl in white gracefully walked into Suotuo City.
As soon as she entered, she was captivated by the rich exotic atmosphere and the dazzling array of shops and stalls.
Before long, she was carrying various bags, big and small.
The girl’s appearance was extraordinarily striking, and as she bounced through the bustling market, she resembled a butterfly fluttering among flowers, drawing countless gazes.
Clearly, the girl was already accustomed to such adoring attention and felt no unease.
But soon, her attention was caught by a fortune-telling stall about fifty meters from the southern gate of Suotuo City—something she had never seen before.
About three minutes earlier, Ning Rongrong had grown somewhat bored with exploring Suotuo City.
As the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, there was little she hadn’t seen.
She had only been briefly intrigued by the exotic charm of the city, having never visited before.
After wandering around, Ning Rongrong felt it was just like any other place.
Her purpose in coming to Suotuo City, a small town in the subordinate kingdom of Balak under the Heaven Dou Empire, was to enroll in the Shrek Academy that had piqued her interest.
After inquiring about the route, she was surprised to find it was located outside Suotuo City.
Nevertheless, she made her way to the southern gate, planning to leave the city and head to the academy to register.
Then, she heard two sudden, loud outbursts of noise.
“Wow!
Master!
Master!
You truly have divine foresight!
Three months ago, you said my posture was wrong, which was why my wife couldn’t get pregnant.
After returning home, I followed the posture you instructed to conceive with my wife, and indeed, it worked like magic.
She is now pregnant.
I am truly grateful!
However, my wife has always been frail by nature.
I wish for her to become your disciple and serve you for life, only asking that you ensure the safe delivery of my son!”
“Dear patron, your sincerity is appreciated, but your wife’s pregnancy was destined to be part of your fate.
This humble Taoist merely used a small technique to predict the posture you used on the night you conceived with your wife and shared it with you in advance.
There is no need for such grand gestures.
Moreover, I only accept disciples who are destined for it.
You may simply leave a modest offering and go on your way.”
“Please, Master!
If you don’t accept my wife as your disciple, I won’t feel at ease.
You must—”
“Pfft—”