"My apprentice,"
"From now on, you are the personal disciple of Bujian Peak of our Sword Sect."
"As Master's very first disciple, you must remember these things!"
"......"
Su Bei descended slowly on his flying sword, an elegant yet unostentatious smile gracing his face, and walked into the town ahead with his hands behind his back.
Xiao Ruoqing raised her head, gazing at Master before her with a puzzled look in her eyes.
In her previous life, hadn't she followed him directly into the Sword Sect? Had he ever spoken to her like this?
What was the meaning of coming to this town now?
Yet she still took a deep breath and softly said,
"This disciple will strictly obey Master's teachings!"
Mm.
Su Bei nodded in satisfaction.
Then, with an unfathomable look on his face, he gazed into the distance at the white jade mountain gate.
"First of all, there aren't that many good things in this world, nor are there that many opportunities for heroes to step forward that you just happen to run into!"
"Oh."
Xiao Ruoqing raised her head, looking with suspicion at a woman not far away who was screaming for help.
"Hehe, little beauty! What's your name?"
"Not even if you shout your throat hoarse will anyone come to save you!"
"Let go of me, you scoundrel! Will someone save me! Save me..."
"......"
"Master? Over there?"
Xiao Ruoqing gently reached out and pointed toward the ruffian who was tearing at the woman in the distance.
......
"Nor are there that many peerless cultivation manuals, gold, and silver treasures in this world that you can just stumble upon. Those are things only those with great fortune can enjoy."
Su Bei maintained a blank expression and continued unconcernedly.
Xiao Ruoqing turned to look at a figure that had just shattered a wall and burst out from a glittering, luxuriously opulent treasure pavilion brimming with Spiritual Energy.
"Hahaha! Han Sansan has finally gotten his hands on the *Eighteen Flight Dragon Chapters*!"
"Hahaha......"
"......"
"Master, those Flight Dragon Eighteen..."
......
Su Bei turned his head swiftly, looking at Xiao Ruoqing behind him with a solemn gaze. He reached out, patted her slightly naive-looking shoulders, and sighed.
"Disciple, you must remember this!"
"The Cultivation of Immortality is an extremely dry and tedious endeavor!"
"The most important thing is not how formidable your strength is, nor how boundless your luck!"
"And certainly not how kind-hearted you are!"
"You must understand that in the Cultivation of Immortality, the most important thing is to give feedback to your Master... to stay alive! Just stay alive..."
"Therefore, you must practice your cultivation honestly, obediently, diligently, painstakingly, and steadfastly!"
"Do you understand?"
"......"
High above the firmament, white clouds and fairy cranes drifted past the town below.
Every now and then, immortals could be seen flying past on their swords!
A dazzling light, blooming like the sun, radiated from Su Bei's entire body, untainted by even a shred of worldly dust.
His ink-black, flowing hair was tied up with a silk ribbon—half of it loose, half bound. His lips were the color of warm jade, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a faint smile, comfortable and pleasant like the March sunshine.
"I understand..."
Xiao Ruoqing sighed, staring with a dark expression at this Master who was putting on such an intensely lofty air, and nodded.
What was going on?
In her impression, her Master was clearly a gentle and refined hypocrite. How come he now felt so... so "profound and unfathomable"??
Could it be that her method of reincarnation was flawed?
Seeing Xiao Ruoqing's silent expression as if she were deep in thought, Su Bei nodded with satisfaction.
This disciple was not bad; her comprehension was quite strong.
Moreover, she seemed to have been awed by his extraordinary and transcendent demeanor. Her heart must be beating with intense excitement right now!
You had to know, these were the survival rules of the cultivation world he had summarized after countless attempts!
"Alright, since you understand, let's go."
"To the Sword Sect!"
"......"
......
Su Bei had been pondering the so-called title of Son of Destiny granted by the system.
To be honest, up until now he still hadn't figured out what on earth this thing was.
Luck was something you couldn't see or touch, but since it was of a legendary grade, who knew when it might come in handy.
Along the way, Su Bei always felt as though something was missing, and he frowned as he looked up and down at Xiao Ruoqing, who was following behind him with her head lowered in silence.
Why did taking on a disciple feel completely different from what he had imagined?
As for specifically *how* it was different?
He couldn't quite put his finger on it!
"Sigh!"
Su Bei shook his head and let out a soft sigh, then gazed at the towering white jade mountain gate of the Sword Sect, which stood who-knows-how-many feet high.
Just where was the difference?
An elderly man with the demeanor of an immortal crane, holding a righteous-looking youth by the hand, walked quietly past them.
Su Bei could clearly hear their conversation:
"Master, is the Sword Sect huge?"
"It is!"
"Master, what is your status in the Sword Sect?"
"Law Enforcement Elder!"
"Master, what is your cultivation level? When can I start cultivating? I want to avenge my mother!"
"Your Master is in Soul Formation, and you can start cultivating tomorrow. The day you have the strength, you can have your revenge!"
"Master......"
"Why do you have so many words? Well, actually, it's true—I've just taken you as my disciple, so having a few more questions is normal. After all, you're about to cultivate immortality; a disciple who follows silently without saying a word is the one who isn't normal..."
"......"
Su Bei silently looked at Xiao Ruoqing, who was likewise standing there somewhat silently.
The world was quiet.
The nearly hundred miles of cherry blossom trees planted outside the Sword Sect mountain gate shivered gently in the breeze, their fallen leaves drifting slowly down.
The wind blew Su Bei's white ribbon, and blew Xiao Ruoqing's tattered white plain-silk dress.
Seeing that Su Bei said nothing, Xiao Ruoqing felt a chill grip her heart!
Instantly, cold sweat seeped out from her back!
She knew this hypocrite before her better than anyone!
He was a terrifyingly meticulous man who planned everything with absolute certainty, remaining calm, ruthless, and decisive. He stood one meter eighty-three tall, weighed one hundred and forty pounds, his waist was... anyway, he was an absolute, extremely difficult, and terrifying man!
And right now, as someone who had just experienced the destruction of her home and family, a deep clan hatred, possessing top-tier aptitude, bright eyes and white teeth, a bitter and deep-seated grudge, hair like a black waterfall, and wearing tattered clothes—wasn't she acting a little too calm?
Could he have figured something out?!
Surely not?!
At this thought, Xiao Ruoqing parted her lips slightly, and then tentatively said,
"Shall we... Master... should we also go through the motions?"
"......"
Seeing that Su Bei still said nothing, Xiao Ruoqing instantly felt her scalp go numb. Her delicate body, hidden beneath the tattered plain-silk dress, trembled slightly as she stared into Su Bei's solemn eyes!
She really had suspected her!
She had been careless!
Was she really going to die right outside the Sword Sect's mountain gate immediately after being reborn?
Surely not...
"Um... um, Master... is the Sword Sect huge?"
Xiao Ruoqing licked her red lips, her voice trembling slightly.
Hearing Xiao Ruoqing's words, Su Bei finally smiled with satisfaction.
Ah, yes! That's right!
It must be that this disciple of his hadn't yet emerged from the emotions of bitter hatred and the destruction of her clan, so her thinking was naturally a bit chaotic!
Plus, she was so aloof and cold! Yes, this was what taking a disciple was supposed to be like...
"It is!"
"Master, what is your status in the Sword Sect?"
"Fifth Elder!"
"Master, what is your cultivation level? When can I start cultivating? I want to avenge my mother!"
"Your Master is in Soul Formation, and you can start cultivating tomorrow. The day you have the strength, you can have your revenge!"
"Master......"
"Why do you have so many words? Well, actually, it's true—I've just taken you as my disciple, so having a few more questions is normal. After all, you're about to cultivate immortality; a disciple who follows silently without saying a word is the one who isn't normal..."
"......"
Xiao Ruoqing: "......"