Chapter 337: 337: Invincible at the Lowest Level_1
Cui Dong’s cry of “Master” came from his soul, burst from his heart, carried in his voice, visible in the sound waves, and thundered to everyone present.
Indeed, everyone inside and outside the lounge had been immersed in shock at Xu Fan’s astonishing actions when they were suddenly jolted back into reality by Cui Dong’s exclamation.
However, Cui Dong, who had already thrown away his pride, didn’t care at all. Years later, he would even often feel proud and fortunate for his quick-witted decision.
Because it completely changed his destiny, Xu Fan became the VIP who played a crucial role in his life.
Xu Fan was so startled that he took several steps back. He had been posing with the aura of a grandmaster, a demeanor that should have been etched into the souls of everyone present, but Cui Dong’s move had left him confused.
Xu Fan looked earnestly at Xu Fan, his whole being engulfed in fervor, “Master, I want to take you as my master!”
“That’s not right… Are you out of your mind?”
Xu Fan felt a headache coming on and thought for a moment before saying, “I remember the script isn’t like this. We should follow the script. Since you’ve pulled enough hatred, next I’m supposed to slap your face hard. I’ll single-handedly bring down all your men, each wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves, and then I’ll slowly approach you. You’ll be so frightened that you’ll wet your pants right there, shamelessly kneeling and begging for mercy on the ground.”
“Not taking me as your master right now?”
After he finished speaking, everyone present was deeply convinced by his words, for that was the logical sequence of events.
Yue Qingxuan couldn’t help but laugh lightly, thinking that Xu Fan was not only handsome and tremendously skilled but also humorous and witty. She wished she had met him sooner.
“Master, what are you talking about? This is reality, there’s no director, and there are no scripts.”
Cui Dong, who thought he had abandoned all shame, felt his ears burn red at Xu Fan’s words, but he bit the bullet and declared his intentions firmly.
“Alright,” Xu Fan raised his hand, “first stand up and make yourself clear.”
“Yes, Master.”
Cui Dong hurriedly stood up, cleared his throat, and with an impatient look pointed at the surrounding bodyguards and security, “This is none of your business now. Put your things away and leave this place.”
The four bodyguards exchanged glances, hesitating, reluctant to leave Cui Dong alone. But remembering Xu Fan’s formidable actions, they realized they couldn’t stop him anyway, and the idea of protecting Cui Dong felt like a joke.
Still, they didn’t dare to stray too far, staying outside with the security guards, ready to rush in at the first sign of trouble.
Otherwise, Cui Fului would not let them off easily.
However, Cui Dong simply closed the door from the inside. For a moment, the bodyguards looked at the security guards, and the security guards looked back at the bodyguards, all feeling frustrated.
You’re messing around like this; if you die in there, we won’t even know about it.
Xu Fan frowned slightly and looked at Cui Dong, who suddenly acted as obedient as a little dog, and said speechlessly, “You’re really persistent, aren’t you? One moment you want to kill me, the next you want to take me as your master. You’ve confused even someone with my high IQ.”
Cui Dong chuckled, introducing himself with familiar warmth, “Master, not to hide it from you, I’ve loved martial arts since childhood and have sought many masters to teach me. Sadly, I’ve never found a true expert. And the Fist Manor fighters, my father forbids me from interacting with them. People like them are just violent, full of murderous aura, unable to display any truly brilliant techniques. But that move you made just now was an authentic divine skill, utterly astounding. I never imagined a person could catch bullets, so you must be a high-level master from the Ancient Martial World. If I take you as my master, I can officially enter the Ancient Martial World and become a real martial artist. Also, when I was little, an expert named Dragon Demi-Immortal predicted that I have an extraordinary constitution and excellent comprehension, calling me a martial arts prodigy—becoming a second Ouyang Feng, Huang Yaoshi, Wang Chongyang, or Hong Qigong wouldn’t be an issue. But damn modern society, martial arts are all confined to closed circles. Fortunately, the heavens pity me, sending master my way. I feel that if I take you as my master, my life will soar once again, reaching the heights of the sky and standing shoulder to shoulder with the sun.”
Cui Dong’s words poured out like a machine gun, an endless stream, and he finished with a brazen plea, “Master, if you don’t accept me, I’ll pester you relentlessly, making it impossible for you to live a normal life.”
The words were spoken without thought, yet they sickened the listener. Xu Fan’s body shuddered violently, feeling goosebumps all over, distinctly uncomfortable.
The others shivered as well, feeling the air around them grow murky and their breathing became stifled.
Xu Fan hadn’t expected things to become so annoying so suddenly and regretted coming here.
He would have preferred if Cui Dong had mobilized the entire underground fight scene’s bodyguards, security, and even fighters to come after him; that way, he could have padded out the word count quite a bit.
But instead, the style had shifted abruptly, and this guy was clamoring to become his disciple, leaving him completely dumbfounded.
“Master, what are you thinking? Am I not excellent enough? Or do I not look ugly enough?”
After Cui Dong’s long rant, Xu Fan hadn’t responded at all, nearly driving him to desperation, and he was about to kneel down again to win over his heart with sincerity.
Xu Fan sighed and secretly exerted a force of Spiritual Energy to keep him from kneeling: “Your change of heart is faster than my brain can follow; I truly can’t keep up.”
“What’s there to keep up with? Just nod your head, and it’s done,” Cui Dong chuckled.
He felt as if his knees were fixed in the air, and amid his shock, his resolve to become a disciple only grew stronger.
Xu Fan withdrew his gaze and touched his chin, his mind filled with helplessness and astonishment.
It’s all fun and games until someone questions who’s the stronger one.
Am I too powerful? Without resorting to violence, I made an opponent submit directly.
“Sigh.” Xu Fan felt a twinge of frustration and regretted showing off his skill of catching bullets with bare hands, scaring his opponent into becoming his disciple.
In his past life, as one of the five Immortal Emperors, he stood above billions, awe-inspiring across The Immortal Realm, an ultimate existence countless Cultivators looked up to; everyone wanted to knock their heads on the ground to take him as a master, but in truth, Xu Fan took only one disciple, and sadly…
In this life, out of nowhere, this eyesore wanted to take him as a master. To be honest, he was reluctant but didn’t want to refuse outright.
“Ah, fantastic, Master, you’ve finally agreed to take me. It’s right too, with my exceptional talent, it would be your loss not to accept me.”
Cui Dong deliberately mistook Xu Fan’s “sigh” for consent and took the opportunity to escalate, promptly kneeling on the ground to perform a very formal disciple’s salutation with three kowtows and nine bows.
“Master, from now on, I am your disciple. You must teach me well,” he said.
And just like that, a bewildering ceremony of discipleship took place.
Xu Fan looked on in bewilderment, his mouth twitching.
It seems there is some truth to the saying ‘there is no defense against the shameless’; with a thick enough skin, there’s nothing you can’t do.
Seeing that Xu Fan had not refused, Cui Dong felt more at ease, stood up with a big grin, and said, “Master, I’m going to be hanging with you from now on.”
After saying that, he even turned his head to greet Zhou Xian: “Buddy, let’s call it even between us. From today onwards, we’re on the same side.”