Xiaoze was extremely resistant to the idea of letting out blood, but after An Lin explained the uses of the blood, he finally gave in after a series of coaxing and pestering.
Xiaoze was willing to do something like this in order to get rid of his mental illness.
He didn't want to leave these treasures here. He had to get rid of that thought!
Under the influence of this weird obsessive-compulsive disorder, he slit his own wrist.
"Is that enough? I can't take it anymore.
"Not enough, I want more …
"No, I can't take it anymore …
"Don't stop, use more force!
"Ah …"
Xiaoze lay on the ground in exhaustion. He looked up at the Spatial Magic Box that An Lin had put away into his storage ring, and a blissful smile appeared on his face.
An Lin walked up to him and pulled out a red pill from his storage ring before handing it to Xiaoze.
"This is …" Xiaoze murmured to himself as he looked at the pill, which was exuding an extremely powerful life force.
"This is an eighth-grade immortal pill, the Blood Rakshasa Pill. It can help you recover your blood essence and injuries at an extremely fast rate. You've lost so much blood, take one." An Lin smiled.
"Thank you, Senior!" Xiaoze accepted the immortal pill with a grateful expression.
This Senior was so generous and so gentle after everything … He really hadn't chosen the wrong person!
An Lin looked around with a hint of longing in his eyes. "It feels like it's already empty. Is there anything else here?"
"There's one more important thing that you can't miss out on, Senior." Xiaoze looked up at An Lin with a serious expression.
"What is it?" An Lin's eyes lit up, and his heart was filled with anticipation.
A smile appeared on Xiaoze's delicate features. "That thing is me! Senior, please accept me! "
An Lin: "…"
Everyone: "…"
What was going on? After giving away all the treasures in the treasure vault, he was going to give it to himself?!
"Little Xiao, what do you mean by that?"
An Lin repressed the urge to shout "Holy f * ck!" with a smile on his face.
"Senior, I am a direct descendant of the Xiao Clan of the Dragon Tribe. My bloodline is pure and powerful, and I believe that I have some potential. Furthermore, my heart is as passionate as the sun, and I am a dragon with great perseverance who will never give up …" Xiao Ze continued.
"So, what are you trying to say?" An Lin was confused.
"Senior …" Xiaoze looked at An Lin with a passionate gaze and said excitedly, "Can you accept me as your disciple? Now that the inheritance of the Dragon Clan has been severed, only a great existence like you can illuminate my path of seeking the Dao. I beg you … please accept me! "
Xiaoze's voice echoed throughout the cave. An Lin was dumbfounded.
Cassidy and the others' eyes widened, and Factorization Omega was dumbfounded.
An Lin wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and said somewhat speechlessly, "So … those treasures from before were the dowry you gave me? Pooh! You gave me as a meeting gift? "
"That's not the case." Xiaoze shook his head and said, "What belongs to a disciple also belongs to you, Master."
An Lin's chest constricted, and he felt as if he were about to throw up a mouthful of blood.
F * ck off … He's calling me Master now … And he's shaking his head? What the f * ck are you shaking your head for?!
That was clearly what he was trying to say!
An Lin had never thought about accepting a disciple, and he certainly didn't want to accept a dragon at the pinnacle of the Return to Void Intermediate Stage as his disciple.
What the f * ck … The disciple could kill the master with a single slap! How was the master supposed to teach his disciple?
Even if he wanted to accept a disciple, An Lin didn't have the face to accept him!
"Little Xiao … You can't rush things like this. The path of seeking the Dao is a long one, and you will encounter many other people. There will definitely be better choices than me," An Lin said in a meaningful and heartfelt voice.
"No! Master! You are the best choice for me. Your gaze and your majesty have already won me over! "Xiaoze spoke with a stubborn expression.
The veins on An Lin's forehead bulged. Did this dragon not understand the meaning of rejection? Why was he being so stubborn?!
"Sigh … We're not fated to be together yet …" An Lin shook his head and sighed.
Xiaoze grabbed onto An Lin's hand. "No, fate is something that you have to fight for! Moreover, you and I met here. No discord, no concord. This is fate! "
An Lin: "…"
Everyone: "…"
What do I do? He felt like if things continued like this, Xiaoze was really going to stick to him.
As expected, he was so enthusiastic and even helped to clear out the treasure vault just for this final step … Never would he have thought that Xiaoze would want to become his disciple!
"I'll tell you the truth." An Lin wore a solemn expression. "Right now, I only possess a body of might, but I don't have any inheritance related to the Dragon Tribe. Even if you acknowledge me as your master, I won't be able to teach you anything!"
He was going to give up now. His image in front of Xiaoze was no longer important anyway, so he might as well let his image crumble! At most, it would just be another battle!
To his surprise, Xiaoze's expression didn't change in the slightest. Instead, he looked at An Lin with even more respect. "I don't mind. I want to follow you, so I don't mind if you can't teach me anything. I just want to be influenced by what I see and hear!"
An Lin's lips twitched. "Tell me, what do I have to do to make you give up on the idea of becoming my disciple?"
"I won't give up on becoming your disciple no matter what!" Xiaoze said with a determined expression.
"I'll tell you the truth, I'm a human!
"I don't mind. You've already won me over.
"I'm only at the Soul Formation Stage.
"If you can do this as a Soul Formation Stage cultivator, then I'll be even more convinced!
"… I'm a Virgo!
"What's a Virgo? I don't care even if you're a Virgo or a Sagittarius! "
…
After the confession, An Lin stared blankly at the thin and delicate young man before him.
At this moment, he had been won over by Xiaoze …
To have someone who wouldn't look down on you no matter what you did, how fortunate was that?
What reason did you have to reject someone like this …
An Lin heaved a faint sigh. "Are you really willing to become my disciple? You won't regret it?"
"I'm willing and I have no regrets!" Xiaoze replied with a determined expression.
An Lin massaged his brows. "Alright, I'll agree to your conditions …"
Xiaoze was ecstatic, and he immediately knelt down. "Master, please accept a bow from your disciple!"
He was ecstatic. Only a ghost would believe him if he said he was a human or a Soul Formation Stage cultivator!
His master had said this to express his sincerity, so he naturally had to play along with his master's words!
After living for so long, if he couldn't even learn this bit of flattery, then wouldn't he have lived his life in vain?!
From now on, they would have plenty of time to nurture their relationship. Then, they would occasionally receive pointers from Master An, and that would be a wonderful experience …
An Lin and Xiaoze established a master-disciple contract. This contract was quite simple. It only established a connection between the two of them and restricted the disciple from doing anything detrimental to the master. Otherwise, the disciple's Dao foundation would crumble.
Just like that, Xiao Ze became An Lin's disciple for no apparent reason …
Cassidy, Tobias, and the others were all completely speechless.
As expected of the Holy Leader. To be able to accept an extremely powerful black dragon as his disciple so quickly, his charisma was absolutely insane!
As for Mi Ya, she suddenly felt relieved!
All the treasures belonged to An Lin, all the primordial artifacts belonged to An Lin, and even the dragon guarding this place belonged to An Lin.
Heh … They weren't even from the same world! What else could she say …
Thus, An Lin led the expanded team out of the white cave.
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