He pursed his lips and his eyes were red.

The others also looked at Mu Shiyue in surprise, completely confused.

Ke Chongbo had always wanted to become Mu Shiyue's disciple, and he had been trying to fish in troubled waters, occasionally calling out "Master."

Although Mu Shiyue didn't agree, he wasn't angry either.

But now, her reaction was too emotional.

Everyone couldn't help but wonder if Ke Chongbo had done something to make her unhappy.

However, Ke Chongbo has been with them all the time and has not done anything.

Although his personality is a little eccentric, he has no bad intentions.

Besides, everyone was still busy just now.

Facing the confused and complicated looks of the crowd, and then looking at Ke Chongbo's hurt expression, Mu Shiyue knew that he had overreacted.

She almost facepalmed.

"Ahem..." She cleared her throat and patted Ke Chongbo on the shoulder. "Of course you didn't do anything wrong. You behaved very well!"

"Then why..." Ke Chongbo's voice was filled with tears.

He was really sad.

Although he didn't improve as fast as others, he still had good talent.

He was very confident in himself and thought that if he continued to practice for a while, he would be able to convince Mu Shiyue to accept him as his disciple.

But who could have imagined that the result would be like this.

Seeing Ke Chongbo's confidence wilting after being hit, Mu Shiyue felt guilty and quickly explained, "This is really not your problem, it's my problem!"

"What's your question?"

Everyone looked over in confusion.

"Yes, it's my own problem!" Mu Shiyue nodded immediately. "I told my parents before that I only want six disciples. You are very talented in every way, but my quota of disciples is already full."

When he said this, Mu Shiyue felt like he was giving someone a card.

Ke Chongbo's eyes were red, "You can also accept another one!"

"No way." Mu Shiyue sighed, "I've already sworn an oath."

"swear?"

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, "Never heard of that!"

Who would swear to accept only six disciples?

Mu Shiyue remained calm, "Of course you don't know, I didn't swear in front of you!"

Everyone was puzzled, "What's the point of this?"

Mu Shiyue's mind raced, "Six disciples are enough for me. If I have more... my luck will be bad."

Everyone's eyes widened, "Is there such a thing?!"

It’s their first time listening to it too!

Mu Shiyue said confidently, "Yes, that's the rule! What if it affects my ascension in the future?"

Everyone: “…”

This is the first time I hear this statement.

Aren't they, the cultivators, all fighting against the heavens and the so-called fate?

"So," she patted Ke Chongbo's shoulder, "I really can't accept any more disciples. Don't call me Master, you can find someone else to be your disciple. You are so talented and have such a kind personality, there must be many people who want to take you as their disciple!"

"But I don't want to take anyone else as my master!" Ke Chongbo said aggrievedly.

"Then there's nothing I can do about it." Mu Shiyue shrugged, "I definitely won't accept any more disciples."

"Will our accepting of disciples affect your fortune, Master?" Meng Fanze asked seriously.

"That wouldn't be the case..."

"It's still here." Meng Fanze breathed a sigh of relief.

Ke Chongbo suddenly looked at Xin Rui and asked, "Will you accept a disciple in the future?"

"Probably." Xin Rui answered subconsciously.

"Then please accept me as your disciple!" Ke Chongbo said loudly, and knelt down directly. "Master, please accept my disciple's greetings!"

Xin Rui: "..."

Others: “…”