Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi

In the crowd.

Aside from Xiao Yi and Little Lin, even the group of elders, stewards, and the old generation of Xiaoshanhe Institute disciples were looking on with faces full of astonishment.

Xiao Yi's name had long since been engraved in their hearts.

Especially in the eyes of the people of Xiaoshanhe Institute, Xiao Yi was like a divine sovereign.

His authority was immense and unshakable!

Let alone the disciples, even the elders and stewards were tremendously eager to become his disciples, to be under Xiao Yi's command, even if only as a nominal disciple. This could be seen from the examples of Chen Ziyi, Li Youruo, and Fu Yuan.

Under Xiao Yi's guidance, Chen Ziyi and Li Youruo broke through the constraints of many years and stepped into the ranks of Seven-Star Array Masters.

Fu Yuan had even become a Seven-Star Senior Alchemist.

Only one step away from becoming an Eight-Star Alchemy Grandmaster!
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All these achievements were made under Xiao Yi's guidance. Without his advice, it's doubtful that they would have reached their current level of accomplishment even after a few hundred years. As for the path of cultivation, the rapid progress of Ye Heng and Jin Feiyan was also witnessed by everyone.

There was a saying within Xiaoshanhe Institute: There are no mediocre talents under the headmaster!

Even a rotten piece of wood, once in Xiao Yi's hands, could be transformed!

The fact that Ruan Yunyi, who was shunned and avoided by the ten major sects, could garner Xiao Yi's favor, truly shocked and incredulous to the crowd.

"Xiao, Headmaster Xiao!"

Ruan Yunyi appeared quite awkward, respectfully performing a greeting to Xiao Yi and Little Lin.

Little Lin also held the position of a hall master in the Xiaoshanhe Institute, and since he followed Xiao Yi's surname, it was not wrong to refer to him as Hall Master Xiao.

Little Lin nodded with satisfaction, smiling and said, "Ruan Yunyi, I specifically introduced you to the headmaster so he would take you as his disciple. You can't let me down now!"

"Ah?"

Ruan Yunyi looked dumbfounded, staring at Little Lin in disbelief.

To become a disciple of Xiao Yi?

Is that even possible?

Xiao Yi was the hottest figure in the Great Qian Dynasty, did he have the qualifications to be his disciple?

Xiao Yi also frowned, but instead of directly contradicting Little Lin, he stated indifferently, "Whether you can become my disciple depends on your performance."

His gaze swept toward Little Lin.

Little Lin chuckled, "Ruan Yunyi, take off your shirt."

"Ah? Oh!"

Ruan Yunyi instinctively complied, removing his shirt. On his chest was a black birthmark that resembled a sunken skull. Xiao Yi's pupils sharply contracted as he gazed intently at Ruan Yunyi, "Ruan Yunyi, did you have this birthmark from birth, or did it appear later?"

Ruan Yunyi was startled.

He subconsciously glanced at his own chest and lamented, "I've had it since I was born, and as I grew up, it's gotten bigger."

Xiao Yi pondered for a moment before pointing his finger.

Hum!

The vital energy entered Ruan Yunyi's body but was soon absorbed by the black skull birthmark.

That bit of vital energy disappeared without a trace, as if thrown into the sea.

"Just as I thought!"

Xiao Yi's eyes shone, staring at Ruan Yunyi and declared, "Ruan Yunyi, are you willing to take me as your master? Of course, for now, you can only be a nominal disciple. Once you break through to the Golden Core Realm, I will accept you as an official disciple. Are you willing?"

Boom!

Ruan Yunyi felt as if heaven was playing a colossal joke on him.

Plagued by bad luck since childhood, none of the ten major sects wanted him.

And now...

The illustrious Xiao Yi actually wanted to take him as a disciple?

Little Lin urged, "Aren't you going to kneel and swear fealty quickly?"

Thump!

Ruan Yunyi hastily knelt down and called out loud, "Disciple Ruan Yunyi greets his master!"

"Rise."

Xiao Yi smiled faintly; Ruan Yunyi had a very special physique called the Body of Misfortune.

The owners of the Body of Misfortune typically encountered bad luck from childhood to adulthood.

And no matter how they cultivated, most of their energy would be swallowed by the black skull on their chest. If not controlled, by the time this skull spread over the entire body, that would mark their end. However, Xiao Yi had inherited Dao Yan's legacy, which contained methods to control the Body of Misfortune and turn waste into treasure.

Xiao Yi took out the scroll of the "Cultivation Technique of the Calamitous Poison Body" from his storage ring and handed it to Ruan Yunyi.

Since taking control of the Xiaoshanhe Institute, he had transcribed many volumes from Dao Yan's legacy to facilitate bestowing them upon the disciples of the Xiaoshanhe Institute.

This "Calamity Poison Body" is one such scroll.

"Thank you, Master, for bestowing the cultivation technique!" Ruan Yunyi said excitedly.

The powerful figures around could not help but exhibit looks of envy and jealousy.

But they were also helpless.

After all.

Ruan Yunyi was now a disciple of Xiao Yi, and they dared not mock and ridicule him as they had done before.

Of course...

What this world never lacks are those with stubborn heads. The young man with the fan and the elegant scarf, Tang Feihu, stepped forward angrily and said with a stiff neck, "I am not convinced!"

Within the crowd.

Even with the daily training by the likes of the Shadow Demon, which kept them from any undisciplined behavior, there were still quite a few people who showed the same unconvinced expression.

After all.

This was the matter of becoming a disciple under Xiao Yi.

If it were someone with extraordinary talent, they might advance by leaps and bounds in a short period of time.

If it fell into Ruan Yunyi's hands, it would likely be a waste of time and the Xiaoshanhe Institute's resources. Soon, many powerful figures began to speak up, "Headmaster, we are not convinced, why should he become your disciple?"

"What about this jinx makes him any better than us? We are not convinced!"

One by one, the strong figures shouted out.

Under the shouts of the crowd, Ruan Yunyi's face had turned pale, his eyes seeking help as they landed on Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi looked at the people expressionlessly and said calmly, "It seems that you all feel you are better than Ruan Yunyi?"

"That's right!"

"How could this jinx be compared with me? I am definitely superior!"

"Please, Headmaster, retract your decision and reserve this precious disciple position for us!"

Facing the crowd's arguments, Xiao Yi asked with a smile, "Do you all think so?"

Almost over two-thirds of the strong figures nodded immediately.

As for the rest, although they hesitated, they did not deny it.

Xiao Yi smiled and continued, "What if I told you that Ruan Yunyi's talent surpasses all of you here, would you believe it?"

"Ah?"

"How could that be possible?"

"If his talent were really that high, why would the ten major sects have rejected him?"

Ye Heng stepped out of the crowd, touched his nose, and said indifferently, "I too was once called trash, but after meeting the Master, I found out that I am the legendary Battle War Holy Body!"

Jin Feiyan yawned; she had just returned from training behind the mountain, looking a bit tired, but her voice was still loud, "I always thought my movement technique was strong until I met the Master. Only then did I realize that my technique was merely at the beginner level. The methods mastered by the Master are not something we can fathom. If he intends to take Ruan Yunyi as his disciple, there must be a reason!"

Ignoring everyone's words, Tang Feihu shouted loudly, "Headmaster, this disciple, Tang Feihu, considers himself to be far superior to Ruan Yunyi in both talent and character. I believe I am more suitable to be your disciple!"

"Tang Feihu?"

"Legend has it that he is a descendant of one of the four great talents of the past, Tang Pu, the unparalleled poet and painter. Tang Feihu, with dual excellence in poetry and painting, enters the way of the sword, a rare talent indeed!"

"It's unexpected that even a descendant of Tang Pu has come to seek the Xiaoshanhe Institute and wishes to become a disciple under Headmaster Xiao; Headmaster Xiao is truly powerful!"

The crowd exclaimed in surprise.

The identity of Tang Feihu was indeed shocking, even Xiao Yi was somewhat surprised.

Tang Pu.

This person was once as famous as the life-taking scholar, Jin Wuheng. As his descendant, Tang Feihu was indeed a rare genius, capable of mastering the way through poetry and painting.

Listining to the hushed conversations around him, Tang Feihu's face was beaming with pride.

He slightly lifted his chin as if he had already seen Xiao Yi regretting deeply, rejecting Ruan Yunyi, and thus taking him as his disciple!

However...

Xiao Yi shook his head and said, "You are not his match!"

"Huh?"

Tang Feihu's face stiffened, and he looked at Xiao Yi in disbelief, "Headmaster, do you know what you are saying? You are actually refusing me? I am the descendant of Tang Pu, unparalleled in poetry and painting as I enter the way of the sword, and you say I am not his match? Are you blind..."

"Shut up!"

Before Xiao Yi could speak, a usually weak Ruan Yunyi suddenly roared out, glaring furiously at Tang Feihu, "You can insult me, but you may not insult the Master!"

Tang Feihu angrily retorted, "Go to hell, you piece of trash..."

Ruan Yunyi's face turned crimson, the veins on his neck throbbing violently as he stared down Tang Feihu, his eyes emitting a cold glint that seemed to pick its target, and suddenly let out the loudest voice he had ever used in his lifetime, "I challenge you!"