"Master, Xiaoya doesn't want to be his disciple..."

Hearing Jun Feijue's questions, which seemed to be aimed at sending him away, Ji Fanya finally panicked, ran up to her, grabbed her sleeve, and shook his head.

His eyes were red and watery, like a frightened rabbit, showing no trace of the ferocious look he had when he killed someone with a pot in his hand.

"You brat, being my disciple is so prestigious, why don't you want it!"

Ji Fanya's attitude infuriated Yu Bochun so much that his beard almost flew off his feet.

Thinking of those disciples who cried loudly because he rejected them back then, he couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Damn it, is this what they call retribution?

I never imagined that one day he would take the initiative to come to my door and be rejected like this!

"My disciple, of course, cannot be given to others."

Jun Feijue tiptoed and reached out to pat Ji Fanya's head to comfort him, "Don't cry, I didn't say I didn't want you."

"real?"

Ji Fanya blinked his large, tear-filled eyes, his face still showing fear and worry.

"What? You won't let him be my disciple?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Bochun became furious and said, "Then why did you ask so many questions? It's a complete waste of my feelings!"

Damn it, he got all excited for nothing!

"Xiaoya didn't refuse to be a direct disciple, but that doesn't mean others shouldn't be."

Jun Feijue said calmly, "I have an older brother who I heard is also in the Tianyu Sect. He is currently an outer disciple. Why don't you take him in as your personal disciple?"

"puff…"

Upon hearing this, Jin Yue, who was drinking water, immediately spat it out.

She stared wide-eyed in shock. Had she heard correctly?

What did the young lady say?

Should the second young master be made a personal disciple?

I thought being an inner disciple was good enough, but now they're actually asking for a spot as a personal disciple!

Or... a direct disciple of a sect's patriarch?!

Miss, you're really something else! Where do you get the confidence to speak so recklessly?!

"Cough cough cough..."

Yu Bochun was so shocked by these words that he almost choked and couldn't catch his breath. "Do you think my personal disciples are as cheap as cabbages, that anyone can have them?!"

"Of course not, I'm just making good use of it."

Jun Feijue calmly said, "Three conditions, I'll use one of them to get a spot for my brother, is that too much to ask?"

"You call this not excessive? Don't you have any conscience?"

Yu Bochun gritted his teeth and said with a dark face, "At most, core disciples, no more."

"Rustling..."

He had barely finished speaking when Jun Feijue pulled out a piece of paper and shook it loudly. “A dignified patriarch of a sect wouldn’t go back on his word, would he?”

Upon closer inspection, Yu Bochun recognized the bold and elegant handwriting as the very document he had just written.

“…”

He was stunned for a moment before turning to look at Jun Feijue with an incredulous expression and said, "You...I...we, can't we be less shameless?"

"Rustling..."

Jun Feijue didn't say anything, but calmly shook the document again.

"..."

Yu Bochun, who has always been proud of his beautiful handwriting, has never felt so annoyed by his own handwriting!

Why isn't his hand crippled?!

"Rustling..."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jun Feijue shook his head again.

"Okay, okay, stop shaking!"

Yu Bochun finally couldn't take it anymore and roared angrily, "Isn't it enough that I promised to make him my personal disciple!"

Anyway, as long as an elder takes care of him, that will be fine; he didn't agree to take care of him personally.