Published: February 24, 2025
“Master, you’re not a good teacher.”
“Master, the fifth condition you mentioned, is it the three things you want your disciple to promise next?” Shen Subing smiled sweetly and called out to her master directly, “Master, don’t say three things, even if it’s three hundred, I’ll agree.”
Seeing the once cold Shen Subing now displaying a cute demeanor, Tan Yun was taken aback.
“The second, unless I willingly choose to tell you, you cannot ask about my identity or pry into my appearance.”
“The third, you acknowledge me as your master, and there will naturally be a gift for you when we meet, but you cannot be my disciple for free. From now on, every month, you will give me twenty million Mid-Grade Spirit Stones for three years.”
Shen Subing’s beautiful eyes widened in disbelief, and she exclaimed, “Master, you... you want twenty billion Low-Grade Spirit Stones from your disciple each month!”
“You girl, how can you say ‘want’?” Tan Yun twitched his lips in speechlessness, his tone getting slightly angry, “You should say it’s to show your respect. Do you understand respect?”
“I understand, Master.” Shen Subing lowered her head, “Master, where can I find you when I want to show my respect?”
“We’ll talk about that later.” Tan Yun sighed, “To be honest, I’ve been a bit tight on resources lately since I just came out. Subing, how many Spirit Stones do you have on you now?”
“Replying to Master, I have a total of seven hundred billion Low-Grade Spirit Stones, all with me.” Shen Subing answered.
Inside the Turtle Breathing Cold Veil, Tan Yun grinned widely, casually saying, “Respecting your master for three years, that’s two hundred forty billion a year, which totals seven hundred twenty billion. How about this, you give me seven hundred billion at once, and I’ll consider the twenty billion remainder as a meeting gift, so you don’t have to pay it.”
“Uh…” Shen Subing knelt on the ground, looking aggrieved, she stretched out her delicate fingers and grabbed Tan Yun’s right arm, adorably pleading, “Master, as the first of my lineage, how can I do without Spirit Stones? How about I give you five hundred billion?”
“Ha ha, I’m not falling for that.” Tan Yun remained indifferent, but inside he was overjoyed. He flipped his hand and handed over a Qiankun Ring, which glittered with golden light and was engraved with a twelve-clawed golden dragon. “Disciple, put your Spirit Stones into this…”
Before Tan Yun could tell Shen Subing to put the Spirit Stones inside and then return it,
Shen Subing, sensing Tan Yun’s frustration, immediately released his right arm, grasped the Deity Ring in her hand, and with a mischievous glint in her beautiful eyes, she bowed her head to Tan Yun, “Thank you for the ring, Master. Thank you for the meeting gift, I’m so happy!”
Shen Subing stood up joyfully, her pale complexion revealing an unmistakable look of delight, “The twelve-clawed golden dragon is so vivid and beautiful, what a lovely Qiankun Ring!”
Unable to contain her joy, Shen Subing frowned slightly and looked at Tan Yun, “Eh? Master, why can’t I see its grade? Is it a treasure artifact or a Respect Grade Artifact?”
“Ahem.” Tan Yun was covered in black lines on his forehead, “Subing, I’m sorry to say, this Qiankun Ring is not a gift for you, but…”
Shen Subing didn’t give Tan Yun the chance to finish, pouting her lips and shaking his right arm, looking three parts aggrieved and seven parts spoiled, “I really like it! Please give it to me, Master!”
“Who wouldn’t like such a good Qiankun Ring?” Tan Yun feigned anger, “Hurry up and pack the Spirit Stones and return it to me.”
“Okay… fine.” Shen Subing reluctantly agreed, “Seriously, you’re not a good master.”
“Do you really like it?” Tan Yun’s expression turned serious.
“I like it, I like it very much!” Shen Subing nodded vigorously with her head like a chick pecking at rice.