Chapter 126

"What the hell, take me as your master? Did I hear that right?"

Yang Yu was taken aback.

Is this old man obsessed with taking a master? I won't take you, you take me—either way, one of us has to be the master?

Fan Ping nodded: "That's right, I want to take you as my master."

Yang Yu waved his hand: "No, no, no, not interested. You're so old, it wouldn't be appropriate for us."

Fan Ping said solemnly: "In this life, I am most obsessed with the Dao of the sword; I hope little friend will grant this."

Yang Yu was somewhat helpless: "I can barely take care of myself, and I don't have the energy to take on a disciple. I can't just take a disciple and ignore them completely. Besides, as an old senior like you, don't you feel embarrassed to take a young man as your master?"

Actually, there was another reason Yang Yu didn't mention.

In this world, the relationship between master and disciple is like father and son; taking a disciple is a very serious matter.

Yang Yu didn't know much about Fan Ping, so taking him as a disciple after just a few words definitely wouldn't work.

Fan Ping was determined: "The capable are teachers; there's nothing embarrassing about it. Although I am in the Saint Realm, purely in terms of the Dao of the sword, you are far stronger than me. Only you can take my swordsmanship to the next level... To pursue the ultimate Dao of the sword, I will do anything."

Yang Yu shrugged: "It's useless even if you aren't afraid of embarrassment; I really have no interest in taking one. Don't mention taking a disciple, but if there's a chance in the future, I can occasionally give you some pointers. I'm going to rest..."

"Alright then, thank you anyway, little friend," Fan Ping said with some regret.

In matters of taking a master or a disciple, if the other party is unwilling, one cannot force it.

However, Fan Ping did not give up.

Although the other party was willing to "occasionally give pointers," it couldn't be compared to a formal master-disciple relationship.

Fan Ping decided to stay in Ning City for a while longer to look for opportunities.

He would definitely be able to move Yang Yu and gain his approval.

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After Yang Yu returned, he further deepened his relationship with Bai Zhi.

However, this time, neither of their realms improved.

Although the Innate Cauldron Sacred Body is powerful, it can't upgrade every time they dual cultivate.

The last time they both upgraded, it was because it was their first time connecting body and mind, going from nothing to something, so the benefits were relatively strong.

Subsequent dual cultivation could only be gradual; they would need to accumulate to a certain level before they could break through again.

Of course, this was still much faster than ordinary people cultivating on their own...

The night passed without incident.

The next day, Yang Yu was woken up by noise.

Outside the Bai Mansion, there was a commotion, and there was also crying.

Yang Yu went out to take a look and saw a white procession blocking the entrance of the Bai Mansion, wailing and crying.

These people were all wearing mourning clothes and carrying a stretcher.

A corpse lay on the stretcher, covered with a white cloth; it was unclear who it was.

"Sob sob sob, Young Master, you died so miserably."

"We have come to seek justice for you."

"Bai Family, you are so vicious."

"Yang Yu, you caused my young master's death; you are so vicious."

"Today, you must give us an explanation!"

Dozens of people cried while sternly accusing him.

Yang Yu frowned and said: "Whose family is this, damn it? Running here to wail at the crack of dawn?"

"Son-in-law, they are from the Jiang Family. They said early this morning that Jiang Han is dead and they want to settle the score with you," a Bai Family guard at the gate whispered.

"Jiang Han is dead?"

Yang Yu was confused. What does his death have to do with me?

"Hmph, Yang Yu, you're still pretending! It was all because you treated my son's illness that you killed him!"

In the mourning procession, a middle-aged man with red eyes shouted.

At this time, Bai Zhi had also finished changing and came out, asking suspiciously: "Family Head Jiang, what do you mean by this?"

The person in front of them was none other than the head of the Jiang Family, Jiang Han's father, Jiang Hongfu.

Since the destruction of the Ximen Family, there were only two major families left in the Southern Region: one was the Bai Family, and the other was the Jiang Family.

Although the Bai Family was thriving, the Jiang Family was still a giant, so Bai Zhi's tone was still polite.

"What do I mean? You two are playing dumb with me, right? My son is dead, and Yang Yu caused it!"

Jiang Hongfu said angrily.

He had many children, and Jiang Han was not the most outstanding one, and his talent was also mediocre.

But this son was his favorite.

He didn't expect him to just die like this!

Whether for his son or for the family's reputation, he could not let Yang Yu off!

"I don't understand what you are talking about. Your son died; how could it be related to Yang Yu? Yang Yu and I have been busy with the wedding," Bai Zhi said, trying to be patient.

Jiang Hongfu said: "Pretending, you're still pretending! Is it because my son once pursued you that Yang Yu wanted him dead?"

Yang Yu was getting annoyed: "Are you sick? Blaming everything on me? How exactly did your son die?"

Yang Yu still had quite an impression of Jiang Han.

He had met him twice in total.

The first time was at Fangfei Pavilion, where they had a small conflict, which was later dropped.

The second time was a few days ago, when Jiang Han came to find Yang Yu for "treatment," and Yang Yu gave him a Nightly Fierce.

Although Jiang Han wasn't a good bird, he had no deep hatred for Yang Yu, and Yang Yu had never thought of killing him.

Or rather, Yang Yu couldn't be bothered to care about a small fry like Jiang Han.

"You, you!!"

Mentioning the cause of death, Jiang Hongfu's old face flushed red, and he didn't answer.

A Bai Family guard nearby said: "Son-in-law, this Jiang Han... died on a woman's belly."

"What the hell? Died from pleasure?" Yang Yu cursed, "Then why the hell are you wailing at the Bai Mansion?"

The guard chuckled dryly and said:

"For the past few days, Jiang Han hadn't left Fangfei Pavilion; one after another, he just couldn't stop... and he died suddenly this morning."

Yang Yu exclaimed: "That's impressive."

He did a quick calculation; he had given Jiang Han the Nightly Fierce about five days ago.

In other words, after Jiang Han took the medicine, he hadn't rested for five days.

Is this even human?

Even the strongest ox couldn't plow the fields like that, right?

Jiang Han was only a Hua Xuan Realm martial artist; he was indeed much stronger than an ordinary person, but five consecutive days of high-intensity indulgence would break even an iron man.

And his was pure, indulgent pleasure, not beneficial dual cultivation.

He didn't die unjustly.

"You, you're still making sarcastic remarks?"

Jiang Hongfu pointed at Yang Yu, his fingers trembling.

Yang Yu rolled his eyes: "Jiang Han liked women so much; dying this way can be considered a fulfillment."

"It was you, you treated him to death, a quack doctor harming people! You must pay with your life for my son!" Jiang Hongfu said through gritted teeth.

Yang Yu was amused: "I kindly treated his impotence and used my most precious divine medicine on him, instantly curing him with excellent results. He didn't know how to restrain himself and indulged until he died, and now he's blaming me?"

"Exactly, exactly, the son-in-law kindly treated his illness, and you're biting back."

"The illness was cured; can you blame the doctor if he died?"

"He wanted to die himself; who can he blame?"

"Does the son-in-law have to follow him every day to remind him to restrain himself?"

The Bai Family guards all expressed their dissatisfaction.

Everyone is a man; they understand.

The son-in-law's medicine is actually so powerful.

If this medicine were sold publicly, it would definitely be snatched up crazily.

It was already generous to give such good medicine to Jiang Han.

The Jiang Family is actually biting back!

"Enough talk; if it weren't for your medicine, my son wouldn't have died!"

Jiang Hongfu said, enunciating each word.

Yang Yu chuckled and said: "So, what do you want?"