Chapter 103: Shaving Hair as Substitute for Head: Should You Break This Oath, Your Head Will Fall

A girl dressed in a swordsmanship uniform, with a figure and face of perfect beauty, knelt sincerely before you, merely requesting that you accept her as your disciple.

She is willing to accept all your guidance and training, to show absolute respect for you, and to earnestly carry out every command you give.

If it were you, what would you do?

Refuse, and vow to become a Sigma man.

Or simply accept?

Song Mo fell into deep thought.

Dushima Yingxue is the legitimate daughter of the Busudao family; after her father's death, she will become the most powerful person in the future Yinghuaguo.

She appears harmless, but in truth she is a sharp blade, capable of inflicting deep harm with the slightest misstep.

Especially since she is a woman.

Emotionally, she is more sensitive.

Is it truly a good thing to take such a woman as a disciple?

Of course it is!

When Song Mo first took Bruce as his disciple, he already held this thought: to build a powerful network centered around his disciples.

He could elevate his disciples!

But his disciples must not be dead weight—they must repay Song Mo!

Dushima Yingxue's status is indeed noble, but Song Mo also possesses his own pride; if he dared not take a disciple merely because the other's status was higher…

He'd be nothing but a piece of shit as a Martial Arts Master!

Song Mo knew Dushima Yingxue's words might not be trustworthy.

But what could she possibly gain from him?

Moreover, as a teacher, Song Mo holds the dominant position in their relationship.

Song Mo is no saint, nor has he ever resisted the idea of using his disciple's illustrious status to help him stand firm before the true powers of the world.

Dushima Yingxue is undoubtedly a prized catch—and also a lure; Lin Weiwei's words hold some truth.

Song Mo is not a hesitant man.

He did not hesitate long.

He quickly made his decision.

"You are the legitimate daughter of Yinghuaguo's foremost noble, Dushima Yingxue. Here, I solemnly ask you."

"How do you view Yinghuaguo's aggression against Huaguo?"

The moment Song Mo spoke these words,

the atmosphere grew unnervingly silent.

A pin could be heard falling.

Even Lin Weiwei and An Yinuo grew solemn.

Yes, the question Song Mo asked was the most critical one—this was Huaguo's bottom line.

So, as the daughter of Yinghuaguo's current foremost noble, what answer would Dushima Yingxue give?

Three pairs of eyes fixed on her.

At this moment,

Dushima Yingxue revealed her astonishing calmness and inner composure.

She rose slowly, gazing directly into Song Mo's eyes.

She was tall, yet Song Mo still stood a head taller, forcing her to tilt her head slightly upward.

But her aura was no less formidable.

"Senior, I, Dushima Yingxue, swear by the honor of the Busudao family that what I say now is my truest thought."

"I am indeed the legitimate daughter of Yinghuaguo's foremost noble family, but I do not endorse Yinghuaguo's past aggression!"

"And after learning of that history,"

"I felt profound revulsion—I once nearly vomited. As a beauty as extraordinary as Dushima Yingxue, I should have been born pure, proud, and guiltless!"

"Yet because of the atrocities of certain beasts, I seem to have borne guilt since birth."

"Fortunately, the only comfort I have is that my Busudao family, having opposed those actions, was excluded from all operations."

"And past Busudao patriarchs bided their time; after defeat, the Busudao family finally regained power and purged countless leftist remnants."

"Senior, is this answer satisfactory to you?"

Song Mo fell silent.

In truth, everything Dushima Yingxue said could be verified with a little investigation.

She may have embellished some details, but the core facts remain unchanged.

Song Mo's gaze slowly lowered to the sword at Dushima Yingxue's waist.

In a flash,

Song Mo moved like lightning!

The wooden sword at Dushima Yingxue's waist had already appeared in Song Mo's hand.

Song Mo swung his arm—the blade sliced swiftly, as if aiming straight for Dushima Yingxue's face!

An Yinuo and Lin Weiwei both gasped in alarm!

Only Dushima Yingxue, her gaze calm and clear, remained utterly still despite her seemingly fragile frame.

The blade swept past Dushima Yingxue's temple.

A strand of black hair drifted gently downward.

Song Mo reached out and caught it.

He gripped the strand of hair in his hand, feeling it as smooth as silk, and vaguely sensed something at the moment the wooden sword severed the hair.

The hair fluttered, and a wisp of cherry fragrance drifted out.

Song Mo's expression was calm, but his voice carried a chill.

"If in the future you do something that violates what you've said today, or if I discover you've been deceiving me, then this hair will be your fate!"

Dushima Yingxue's gaze was dazed with a touch of haziness; Song Mo in her eyes seemed bathed in a halo of holy light.

Drawing the sword, sheathing the sword, in every gesture—

—he radiated handsomeness.

Dushima Yingxue, quick-witted, immediately knelt on the ground and called out sincerely:

"Master!"

An Yinuo and Lin Weiwei were completely stunned.

The plot had developed far too quickly; the two of them felt their little brains couldn't quite keep up.

【Just like that, she successfully became a disciple?】

The two women exchanged glances, both feeling something seemed off somewhere.

Song Mo stood with his hands clasped behind his back.

"Becoming my disciple right now is a bit too hasty."

Dushima Yingxue caught on instantly.

"I understand! Master, I will definitely hold a grand apprenticeship ceremony!"

"It has to be even more formal and solemn than Senior Brother Bruce's!"

Dushima Yingxue smiled charmingly.

She hadn't expected that, thanks to An Yinuo and Lin Weiwei's presence, they had indirectly helped her successfully become a disciple.

These two women really are her little lucky stars~

Thinking this, her gaze couldn't help but sweep over An Yinuo and Lin Weiwei, and she suddenly covered her lips and giggled.

An Yinuo: "……"

Lin Weiwei: "……"

Suddenly feeling like a complete clown, completely played by the other party.

Song Mo handed the strand of hair in his hand to Dushima Yingxue, instructing:

"Keep it well. Consider it a memento, a constant reminder in your heart not to make mistakes in the future."

Dushima Yingxue suddenly grasped Song Mo's hand. Just as Song Mo was surprised, she folded Song Mo's fingers closed and pushed his hand back.

On her fair, clean face, there was a faint blush.

Dushima Yingxue said shyly:

"Master, I feel this strand of hair carries more commemorative meaning in your hand than in mine."

"Keeping it with you, Master, is a warning for Yingxue—one that can constantly remind Yingxue to be careful in word and deed!"

"This is also Yingxue's strict demand upon herself!"

"Please, Master, you must keep it safe for Yingxue!"

That was beautifully said.

It sounded pleasant to Song Mo as well, and he couldn't find any reason to refuse.

But a maiden's hair always carries a lingering, ambiguous, suggestive meaning.

For him to keep it—would that really be appropriate?

Song Mo hesitated slightly.

Dushima Yingxue suddenly dropped to her knees and loudly swore:

"I take this strand of hair as my witness!"

"If anything Yingxue says today proves false, I am willing to accept any punishment from Master, without complaint or regret!"

Song Mo ultimately accepted it.

This was fine too.

If in the future she truly committed some grave offense…

This item would serve as proof—he would show no mercy!

(End of this chapter)