The Book Soul Chronicles: Godslayer

After emerging from the illusion space, Ye Ling recalled her conversation with Master Yuqing, who had just shamelessly insisted on recognizing her as his disciple.

She sorted out her thoughts and made arrangements for all of these things.

First, she needs to safely leave the secret realm, return to the Floating Light Sect to find Jin Rongliang, and see what Wu Wang Zhenren wants her to do.

Then, I had to find the old site of the Xuqing Sect.

Finally, he still needed to cultivate while searching for disciples. In addition, he also needed to find his eight senior brothers to help rebuild the sect.

Of course, Ye Ling has already planned to find her senior brothers in the future. There are no specific plans yet. After all, she has to wait until she has the strength to go and find them before she dares to.

Ye Ling recalled her conversation with the cheap master she had just been forced to acknowledge.

Of course, that was Qingyu Zhenren's one-sided explanation, and Ye Ling's resistance was evident throughout her body. In the end, her resistance was ineffective. However, Ye Ling adhered to the principle of not losing face even when losing the other party, and believed that this was an unfair conversation, definitely not a one-sided crushing victory.

“Little Ling’er, I know this is difficult for you, so I specially gave you this Spirit Link to make it easier for you to find your senior brothers.”

"Let me tell you, your senior brothers are incredibly powerful. Although they're not as powerful as your master, they can definitely protect you. If anyone dares to bully you, fight them if you can, but just ask your senior brothers to beat them up for you."

Master Qingyu explained to Ye Ling with a smile.

Of course, Ye Ling completely ignored the scene of the handsome man across from her swearing. All she knew was that her cheap master was about to trick her again.

Ye Ling was so angry at this shameless old fox in front of her, whose skin was even thicker than the stone wall from before, and who was so cunning.

Clenching his teeth, he spoke his accusations with deep resentment!

"Hehe. You know you've made things difficult for me, huh? This is already making things difficult for me, so you sent me another task to appease me!"

"You call it protecting me? How do you know you're protecting me and not just causing me trouble? If you, my master, are like this, my fellow disciples whom I've never even met are probably no better. Even if they don't get beaten to death, they'll likely harbor a lot of hatred. Are you asking them to protect me or for me to go and die?"

Ye Ling realized that her cheap master was not only cunning as a fox, but also had a fiery temper, ready to beat people up at the slightest provocation. She figured her senior brothers, under his tutelage, would probably end up like that too.

However, hearing praise from him suggests he must be truly formidable. But the more formidable he is, the more enemies and villains he'll attract. They're powerful, and if he can't defeat them, he can run away, but he doubts he can even withstand a single blow from one of their palms.

Fortunately, his senior brothers were probably powerful beings from ten thousand years ago, and he would probably only be able to meet them when he became strong enough.

However, he couldn't tolerate the matter of taking on disciples and taking over the sect. So he turned the focus to the issue of taking on disciples.

"Furthermore, my cultivation level is so low, and you still want me to find a disciple, a chosen one of destiny? Do you think chosen ones of destiny are everywhere? What kind of virtuous chosen one of destiny would be so crazy as to recognize a Foundation Establishment stage trash like me as their master?"

Seeing Ye Ling's gritted teeth and eyes practically spitting fire, Master Qingyu shrank back, thinking to herself how fierce her little disciple was. But she still spoke up to refute her.

"Little Ling'er, why are you resorting to personal attacks? I'm doing this for your own good. I'm worried that the mission to restore the sect is too arduous for you! That's why I asked you to find some of your senior brothers to help you out!"

As Master Qingyu spoke, he became increasingly uneasy, and his voice gradually lowered.

Actually, you can't really blame Yu Qingyu for this. Her rebellious disciples are just too good at causing trouble. They don't mess with ordinary people, but they specifically set up challenging ones. They're like catnip, deliberately attracting trouble to their door.

He also knew that his little apprentice was destined for greatness, and that he could perhaps temper their temperament and help them grow, killing two birds with one stone. Master Qingyu felt that he was simply too clever.

"For my own good, how dare you use such an excuse! In your novel, you wrote me as a cannon fodder female supporting character and made me suffer so much, and you actually say it's for my own good."

"Hey, Little Ling'er, you can't say that. How do you know that those things are definitely just in the picture book and not actually happened?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Ling immediately lost her composure.

"What do you mean?"

You'll find out later!

Master Qingyu took a fan from somewhere, opened it, and walked up to him mysteriously, saying...

Ye Ling looked at him speechlessly. It was that useless remark again. It seemed she would have to find the truth herself.

"Alright! Time's almost up, you should go now. Consider the formation outside a gift for us."

"No need to thank your devastatingly handsome master."

Ye Ling initially thought that the other party would be so kind as to give her a gift, but after hearing his reply, she rolled her eyes. Her cheap master, besides being a troublemaker, also liked to show off.