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Chapter 384 Becoming a Master Again

Chapter 384 Becoming a Master Again

"My master?" Jiang He was momentarily confused. "I've already become his disciple."

It's fine as long as they don't come to hold us accountable for what happened in the central square.

Dugu Junli stroked his chin regretfully: "I see."

Dugu Junli felt extremely regretful. If Bei Mingzi and Jiang He hadn't performed the master-disciple ceremony, he could have taken it over by force. After all, the cultivation world doesn't care about first come, first served; it only cares about the result.

but……

Alas, he arrived too late; he can't possibly steal someone else's disciple...

He can't take it, he's going to take it today.

It's no wonder Dugu Junli has so many enemies; he's shameless, and upon hearing Jiang He's reply, he immediately went up to her with a fawning smile.

"Ahem, actually, going through the apprenticeship ceremony isn't a big deal. Compared to swordsmanship, my magic is just so-so, only the second-best in the empire. If you want to learn, let's not waste any more time and start learning now."

No need for formal apprenticeship; just call me "Master" verbally.

Dugu Junli smiled as he looked at Jiang He, and hurriedly took out a staff of all magic types from his mustard seed pouch.

The staff is small, but 90% of its surface in contact with the air is inlaid with various high-grade crystal cores, none of which are lower than SS grade.

Apart from the staff's handle, Jiang He's eyes were filled with crystal cores.

The moment the staff was taken out of Dugu Junli's mustard seed bag, it blinded Jiang He and Qi Xun.

Exactly like the peerless weapon described in the novel, its flawless crystal core shone brightly under the light, dazzlingly beautiful.

Even Qi Xun couldn't help but be drawn to the staff.

Exquisite craftsmanship.

Jiang He immediately recognized the staff as her own.

Dugu Junli proudly straightened his back, befitting his apprenticeship ceremony which he had preserved for over a thousand years.

He's poor now, but his ancestors were once wealthy.

Dugu Junli is not only the principal of Wanjue Academy but also the dean of the Sword Cultivation Academy. Compared to his swordsmanship, Heng Yixing and many other powerful figures can be ranked ahead of him, but in terms of magic, he dares to claim second place, and only Yu Cui can claim first place.

I haven't been on the battlefield for many years, so I'm a bit rusty, but I can still teach Jiang He.

He has many enemies, and to be honest, Dugu Junli doesn't dare to truly formally become Jiang He's apprentice, lest he inherit his enemies' legacy to her.

He belonged to no sect or school, and was all alone. He would simply take one disciple, teach him, and pass on his mantle.

He had already planned it all out. As long as Jiang He agreed, he would immediately take her to the sword training ground for seclusion the next day and guarantee that he would teach her everything.

Jiang He reluctantly looked away from the staff. Although the staff was good, Jiang He knew the rules here: one person could only have one master. Besides, Bei Mingzi had gone on a journey, not died.

She was envious, but that was all she could do—see it for herself.

"Principal, I already have a mentor, I'm sorry."

Jiang He's gaze completely met that of the magic staff.

Dugu Junli knew Jiang He's thoughts, and he was not discouraged at all when he heard Jiang He's rejection.

In his view, none of this was difficult; previously, it could be done by sending a letter or sending a voice message, but now it was just a matter of making a phone call.

"Don't rush, let me ask your master first."

Dugu Junli opened his personal computer, found Bei Mingzi's contact information, and quickly initiated a video call. Regardless of whether Bei Mingzi had internet access or not, the call could be received via satellite.

Having trekked through mountains and rivers to reach the snow-capped peak, Bei Mingzi had just secured himself to the summit with a rope when his wrist-mounted personal terminal displayed a call from Dugu Junli. Bei Mingzi opened his drowsy eyes and paused, startled.

"Which one?"

“It’s me, it’s me, Dugu Junli. Your disciple is with me. I remember she has a Chaos Spiritual Root. You taught her medicine and alchemy, so her magic skills are now empty. What do you think of me?”

Bei Mingzi's body was suspended in mid-air, hanging on the cliff, while Jiang He silently watched the old man in the video.

The biting wind, carrying blizzard snow, lashed against her cheeks. Jiang He folded her hands and tilted her head slightly.

Bei Mingzi listened carefully to Dugu Junli's words and agreed without hesitation. His disciple had suffered a lot over the years, and he didn't know if he could find the medicinal herbs. With one more person protecting him, there would be one more hope.

Bei Mingzi nodded in agreement: "There's no need to wait for me to return before we formally become disciples."

"Oh, no need, no need for such vulgarity. Go find your medicine and relax, you're not that old."

Dugu Junli hung up the video call with satisfaction, and looked at Jiang He:

"How about you think about it again? To be honest, Qi Xun also knows that the Magic Empire is second, right, Qi Xun?"

Qi Xun nodded stiffly. He remembered that Dugu Junli had initially come to persuade Jiang He to become a teacher at the Danxiu Academy, but the situation changed drastically later. He witnessed his principal becoming very close to her and even bringing out his most treasured magical artifact.

This was the first time Qi Xun had ever seen Dugu Junli value someone so highly.

In the cultivation world, master-disciple relationships cannot be formed lightly. Once formed, it means that the two parties are bound together. If one party betrays the other, they will suffer the consequences.

Given the cause and effect, when the master dies, his property is inherited by his disciple.

By default, if someone is in debt, the debt will be passed on to their apprentice upon their death.

This is why many people seeking revenge or debt collection often target the apprentices of their rivals.

Qi Xun has not yet found a master, and he must be extremely cautious about the master-disciple agreement; he will not easily shoulder it.

In his view, Dugu Junli's actions were the normal ones.

Jiang He did not give Dugu Junli an answer for the time being.

When she first became Bei Mingzi's disciple, she knew that once the ceremony was completed, she would be bound to Bei Mingzi, but Jiang He did not regret it.

Bei Mingzi practiced both medicine and alchemy, and at that time, binding a master-disciple relationship with Bei Mingzi would maximize her benefits.

Jiang He's initial career plan was alchemy cultivation; sword cultivation was an accident. Later, after realizing the special nature of her spiritual root, she overturned her original plan and started to take another path. Learning more can't hurt, especially since she had a powerful figure as her master.

Jiang He's swordsmanship was basically honed through training in the sword arena. She could learn one or two moves of many sword techniques after watching them for a few hours. Bei Mingzi had basically covered all the professions of medical cultivation, alchemy cultivation, and planting. Every book in the Spirit Herb Valley Library was at the level of a cultivation technique or secret realm, so Jiang He had no shortage of learning directions.

As for what Dugu Junli said, Jiang He was indeed tempted. She took many more professional courses in magic classes in order to take advantage of the teaching resources of Wanjue Academy.

Now that a prominent figure in the legal system is giving her lessons, Jiang He simply can't refuse:

"Master."

Jiang He knelt down, head down, and kowtowed three times steadily:

"There's no better time than today, so I'll perform the apprenticeship ceremony today."

By the time Dugu Junli realized what was happening, Jiang He had already finished kowtowing. With a smile on his lips, he quickly handed over his staff.

"Here you go, but the apprenticeship gift won't do yet. I have many enemies, and I can't even handle them normally. It won't do if they come after you."

Dugu Junli was in high spirits, much better than Bei Mingzi in terms of energy and spirit. He helped Jiang He up.

"Master, my mind is made up."

Jiang He lowered her head, her hands cut, enjoying the windfall without taking any risks—this was not her intention.