Absolutely Cannot Let Master Down

Skytower City.

"What does it mean to rise to the top?"

"This is it!"

"Hahaha..."

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance—break up with your trashy boyfriends right now."

"I'm the disciple of a national hero now, I can't afford any negative press."

Yang Xuan lounged in his own villa, attended to by three airheaded girls who practically worshipped the ground he walked on.

He felt like life had reached its absolute peak.

The three girls were completely under his spell now.

Ever since Yang Xuan started practicing the Yijin Jing, his daily appetite had skyrocketed.

His once-skinny frame had grown steadily stronger.

And he'd ditched his glasses too—

His nearsightedness had completely healed.

To avoid tarnishing the national hero's reputation,

he'd dyed his obnoxious yellow hair jet black.

Though still young, he combed it back into a slick executive style.

Every time he stepped out the door, it was suit and tie, all class and polish.

But it wasn't just the external changes.

Yang Xuan had set strict standards for his inner self as well.

He was determined not to be the kind of guy who tosses aside old flames for new ones.

So after striking it rich, he hadn't simply dumped the three girls.

After all, he shared a deep history with all three of them.

So he gave them a choice.

The three girls, without missing a beat, pledged their undying loyalty on the spot.

"Brother Xuan! From now on, I'll only love you—I swear I won't ever contact any of my old boyfriends again."

"I'm dumping all five of my boyfriends. From now on, I'm yours alone."

"Don't worry, Brother Xuan. You won't even need to wear protection. I'm gonna carry your child and continue your bloodline."

Hearing all that, Yang Xuan felt a kind of satisfaction he couldn't even put into words.

He thought back to how it used to be—

Back then, he was the one desperately licking their boots, chasing after them like a lovesick puppy.

Every day, he was their free motorcycle taxi, sneaking in a cheap grope whenever he could.

Only occasionally, when they needed something from him, would he get a little taste.

That behavior had earned him nothing but contempt.

They'd had him wrapped around their little fingers.

But now, all that was ancient history.

He'd risen from the ashes overnight.

He'd come out on top, the ultimate winner,

beating out every single one of those girls' boyfriends.

And the Yijin Jing's marrow-cleansing effects had given him a huge boost in stamina.

It had cured his constant need to pee,

and multiplied his endurance by severalfold.

Used to be, he was a one-pump chump.

Now? Seven rounds in and out, building an A-Dou every single day wasn't out of the question.

These past few days, he'd been making up for all the action he'd missed out on before.

"My master gave me a second chance at life. I absolutely cannot let him down."

"And you three—no more wearing that trashy crap. If people see you, they'll think we're a bunch of lowlife thugs."

"From now on, we dress classy whenever we go out."

"Today, I'm taking you all to buy some proper name-brand outfits."

The moment they heard "shopping," the three girls lit up with excitement.

"Brother Xuan, you're the best! I haven't bought new clothes in forever."

"See? Brother Xuan's got our backs. My ex-boyfriends would hem and haw for hours just over buying me a pair of stockings."

"What kind of name-brand clothes are you gonna get us, Brother Xuan?"

Listening to them chirp "Brother Xuan" one after another—

Yang Xuan's heart was soaring.

Back before he'd taken the master as his mentor, not a single one of them called him that.

Back then, all he heard was "Four-Eyes" or "Squinty."

Now, every single day was a day of holding his head high.

Good times breed good spirits.

Yang Xuan declared with grand authority:

"I'm taking you to get some Adidas! Some Nike!"

At a shopping mall.

Yang Xuan was browsing clothes with the three girls in tow.

A dazzling figure suddenly appeared before him.

Yang Xuan's eyes instantly went wide as he stared.

"I remember you're Chen Feng's disciple, aren't you?"

The flood dragon looked at the insignificant ant before her and asked.

She had heard that Chen Feng was accepting disciples on a large scale.

She had originally wanted to go straight to Chen Feng.

But upon approaching the capital, she could clearly sense a fierce tiger aura.

That was unmistakably Yin Hu's unfiltered presence.

She did her best to conceal her own aura, but still didn't dare to get close to the area where Chen Feng was.

If Yin Hu discovered her.

She would be in serious trouble.

But ever since Su Yuanshan destroyed an entire continent.

She had deeply realized how weak she truly was.

So her desperation for human martial arts techniques only grew.

After lingering at the edge of Yin Hu's aura for so many days.

She had finally spotted, in this bustling shopping mall, a lucky names that had appeared in the news.

A street punk named Yang Xuan, who had successfully become a disciple of the Great Xia hero.

Yang Xuan looked at the flood dragon.

And instantly felt that the three airheaded girls beside him no longer smelled sweet.

The three girls pouted jealously, tugging at Yang Xuan's arm and cooing:

"Brother Xuan, what are you doing!"

"Brother Xuan, look at this lace cutout outfit, isn't it pretty?"

"You're a disciple of the Great Xia hero now, you need to mind your image."

Hearing that last line.

Yang Xuan snapped back to his senses.

"Right, right, I'm a disciple of the Great Xia hero now."

"Can't embarrass my master."

He cleared his throat twice.

"What do you want with me?"

The flood dragon said directly:

"I want to become Chen Feng's disciple. I hope you can bring Chen Feng here."

Only then did Yang Xuan understand.

He had thought she was here for him.

Turns out she was here for his master.

But looking at the beauty before him, with her delicate features and captivating figure.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

"A woman like this, only my master deserves her."

"I've been wondering what to give as a proper apprentice gift."

"Perfect timing, I'll present a big gift to my master right now!"

Yang Xuan turned to the three airheaded girls beside him and said:

"Here's a credit card. Go have fun."

"But I have to warn you, as women of a Great Xia hero's disciple, you all need to cultivate the virtue of thrift."

"You girls go shop around for now. I'm going back to bring my master here to take a disciple."

"Once I'm done with my important business, I'll come back to hang out with you."

The three girls grabbed the credit card.

They felt like Yang Xuan was practically glowing at this moment.

Yang Xuan looked at the flood dragon and said:

"Pretty lady, you wait right here."

"I'll go call my master right away."

"I believe in you—you're definitely going to become my junior sister."

"Besides, my master's wife has already passed away. You've got to seize this chance and beat out my other senior sisters."

"Once you climb up the ranks, don't forget to put in a good word for me in front of my master."

The flood dragon was dumbfounded.

She wasn't quite sure what Yang Xuan was going on about.

She had originally expected that she'd need to put in some effort.

Or even use force to make him agree to her request.

But this guy not only agreed, he was being enthusiastically over-the-top.

Yang Xuan, meanwhile, firmly believed that this woman before him had a very good chance of beating the two senior sisters.

And becoming his next mistress.

At this moment, Chen Feng was in front of his villa, practicing the Yijin Jing while sizing up the people who had come to seek apprenticeship.

Unfortunately, he still hadn't encountered anyone approved by the system.

But over this period.

His progress had been accelerating at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Anthony's Indestructible Golden Body had already reached the beginner stage.

His Indestructible Golden Body had also been strengthened.

Chen Feng looked forward to taking on a few more disciples who practiced the same technique.

Maybe then his own realm could break through to the Martial God level.

Just then.

A sedan pulled up at the villa's entrance.

Then a greasy-looking young man stepped out.