Chapter 49: Seeking to Become Zhu Fan’s Disciple? The Second-in-Command of the Breaking Clan, Yang Wushuang!

"This Tian Dou City truly lives up to its reputation as the capital of the Tian Dou Empire!"

Zhu Fan's gaze swept over the disheveled old man charging through the crowd, and he chuckled as he turned to Dai Chengfeng beside him. "Tsk, tsk, even a random crazy old man seems to be at least a Soul Sage level?"

Dai Chengfeng shook his head, his expression unchanged. "It has nothing to do with us. Let's go."

"True…"

Zhu Fan shrugged and was about to turn and leave.

But at that moment, he suddenly felt a black shadow accompanied by a gust of wind rushing toward him.

"What the—where did this big black rat come from?!"

Instinctively, Zhu Fan lightly tapped the ground with his foot, his body moving like a ghost, leaving his original position.

However, the next second, he felt a tight grip on his right leg.

Looking down, Zhu Fan realized that his leg had already been firmly grabbed by the disheveled old man, preventing him from escaping.

"I'm a Soul Douluo, and my martial soul is the Netherworld Spirit Cat—a speed-oriented attacker."

"Even if the situation caught me off guard and I wasn't taking it seriously, I shouldn't have been so easily restrained by a mere Soul Sage!"

Thinking of this, Zhu Fan's heart tightened. "This crazy old man… he's no ordinary person!"

Dai Chengfeng watched the scene unfold, his brows slightly furrowing as a flicker of confusion passed through his eyes. "Is he trying to extort us?"

But soon, he shook his head again. "This is the Douluo Continent, not my previous life, and he's a Soul Sage…"

"With his strength and status, he definitely isn't short on money."

"Could it be… that Uncle Zhu and I have been exposed?"

For a moment, Dai Chengfeng's frown deepened. "But that shouldn't be possible!"

"With Elder Ye Renxin's medical ethics, even in the Star Luo Empire, I've heard of his reputation. He would never betray my identity."

Just as Dai Chengfeng and Zhu Fan were both filled with doubts, unable to figure out the old man's intentions—

At this moment, the old man who had been clinging to Zhu Fan's leg slowly raised his head.

Looking at Zhu Fan, his face brimmed with excitement, his eyes gleaming with fervor. He shouted directly at Zhu Fan, "Master!"

"Disciple has searched for you across several streets, and now I've finally found you!"

Instantly, Dai Chengfeng turned to look at Zhu Fan in astonishment. "Uncle Zhu actually has a disciple this old in the Tian Dou Empire?"

"How could I not know about this?!"

Meanwhile, Zhu Fan was equally stunned, hurriedly shaking his head at Dai Chengfeng, his eyes full of innocence.

As if to say, Chengfeng, your uncle has always been loyal to the Star Luo Empire. How could I possibly have a disciple in the Tian Dou Empire?

I don't even know who this guy is!

On the other side, the old man completely ignored the shock on Dai Chengfeng and Zhu Fan's faces.

He continued to tightly cling to Zhu Fan's leg, his face plastered with an ingratiating smile, and urgently said, "Master, surely it was your halberd strike earlier that shattered the ground of my blacksmith shop, right?"

"The moment I saw those cracks, I was completely awestruck by you!"

"I never imagined there could be such an overwhelmingly domineering spear technique in the world—it surpasses my understanding of spear techniques entirely…"

"You've practically created a whole new path within spear techniques!"

"So right then and there, I vowed!"

"If I don't master this spear technique, I'll have lived my life in vain!"

As he spoke, the old man fervently massaged Zhu Fan's thigh, his eyes filled with earnestness. "Master, considering how sincere I am, can you please accept me as your disciple?"

"In the future, I'll serve you tea and water, attend to all your needs, wash your clothes, cook your meals, brave any danger, and even climb mountains of blades or dive into seas of fire without hesitation…"

"And truly, I'll take care of you in your old age until your final days!"

By now, Zhu Fan finally understood what this suddenly appearing old man wanted—to become the disciple of the 'master spear wielder'!

Thinking of this, Zhu Fan's lips curled into a mischievous smile as he turned to Dai Chengfeng and raised an eyebrow.

"Chengfeng, what do you think we should do about this?"

"This old man came here to seek apprenticeship under the one who struck that halberd blow!"

"And he's willing to serve tea and water, even see you through your final days!"

"Tsk, tsk, such a big disciple…"

At this moment, Zhu Fan just wanted to burst out laughing. 'In a bit, when this old man realizes I'm not his "master," and that the real "master" is Chengfeng, his expression will surely be hilarious.'

Meanwhile, listening to Zhu Fan's teasing, Dai Chengfeng's forehead instantly filled with black lines.

After all, this old man wants to take care of me in my old age?

I'd be lucky if I didn't have to take care of him in his old age!

For a moment, Dai Chengfeng helplessly shook his head, preparing to outright reject the request.

After all, he had no intention of taking on disciples right now. And even if he did, how could he possibly accept an old man decades older than himself as a disciple?

On the other side, seeing that Zhu Fan hadn't yet agreed to his request, the old man seemed to grow anxious.

He quickly released Zhu Fan's leg, stood up, straightened his disheveled clothes, and addressed Zhu Fan, "Oh, Master, forgive me for forgetting to introduce myself…"

He suddenly turned to the curious onlookers nearby and barked in a low voice, "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen someone seeking a master?"

Instantly, a powerful surge of soul power erupted from his body, making the surrounding air grow heavy.

The onlookers' faces paled, and they instinctively backed away.

Seeing this, the old man nodded in satisfaction. He then leaned closer to Zhu Fan and whispered, "My name is Yang Wushuang. I hail from the Breaker Clan, and my martial soul is the Soul-Breaking Spear."

"So, Master, don't let my age fool you. I assure you, my talent in spear techniques will not disappoint you!"

"Yang Wushuang?"

"The younger brother of Yang Wudi, the clan leader of the Breaker Clan?!"

Dai Chengfeng, who had originally intended to outright reject the old man and have Zhu Fan chase him away—

Upon hearing the old man's name, a flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"This shouldn't be possible!"

"In the original story, Yang Wushuang was supposed to be captured by the Spirit Hall. To avoid revealing the Breaker Clan's poison formula, he endured brutal torture but remained steadfast, even attempting to bite his tongue to commit suicide, though he failed."

"In the end, he was controlled by Bibi Dong's mind-control soul skill and forced to join the Spirit Hall."

"Could it be that we haven't yet reached the point in the original timeline where Yang Wushuang is captured?"

Dai Chengfeng wasn't sure.

After all, the original story didn't specify exactly when Yang Wushuang was captured.

Right now, Qian Renxue had just become the Crown Prince. The second and third princes of the Tian Dou Empire hadn't yet died from poisoning.

And it would still be many years before Emperor Xue Ye was poisoned.

"Perhaps in the original timeline, Yang Wushuang hasn't been captured yet. Or maybe it's due to the butterfly effect caused by my arrival?"

Thinking of this, Dai Chengfeng stopped dwelling on it.

He looked at Yang Wushuang, who was bowing respectfully to Zhu Fan with a desperate desire to become a disciple, and a flicker of interest appeared in his eyes.

"Are you really Yang Wushuang?"

Hearing this, Yang Wushuang, though unsure of who Dai Chengfeng was, smiled and nodded anyway, perhaps because he saw Dai Chengfeng with Zhu Fan.

"Naturally! No imitations here!"

As he spoke,

Yang Wushuang suddenly pulled out two exquisite white jade gourds from his chest, their quality clearly exceptional. He smiled obsequiously at Zhu Fan. "Master, this one is for Master your…"

"Don't call me Master—he's the one who should be your Master, haha…"

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