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After cursing for a while, Ning Taiheng stomped his feet and walked over to the bed angrily. Looking at Lin Yue whose bones, tendons, and veins were all broken, the anger in his eyes gradually disappeared.

"Little guy, you're still alive from this kind of injury. You're still quite tenacious."

He reached out his hand, and carefully checked Lin Yue's pulse. He pressed on his chest, throat, and dantian, and then shook his head again and again. Lee Fengxue, this little brat, is clearly here to plot against me. If you want to cure this brat, you will have to put in a lot of effort. "

Suddenly, when his hand came into contact with Lin Yue's forehead, his fingertips went numb.

"Hm!?"

Ning Taiheng immediately frowned, he increased the force on his fingertip and pressed down on the center of Lin Yue's brows.

That rebounding force appeared again, as if it wanted to push Ning Taiheng's hand away.

This time, his fingertip released a green light, and directly pressed onto the skin between Lin Yue's eyebrows.

"What a powerful Martial Soul!"

Ning Taiheng's face revealed surprise, and then, he carefully sized up Lin Yue once more. Not only did his eyes light up, he said in satisfaction, "No wonder he didn't even die, he actually had a supreme Martial Soul protecting him. Not bad, not bad."

There were hundreds of millions of cultivators in the world and there were countless Martial Soul.

The strongest Martial Soul s were the names given to the top Martial Soul by the Pan'gu Continent. Ancient divine beasts like Dragon Soul, Wind Soul and Qilin Soul Beast, or legendary soul tools like Xuanyuan Sword, Kunlun Mirror Soul, and Fuxi Zither Soul, would naturally have their own Heavenly Soul and Earth Soul as well.

Every single one of them was a genius from all over the world. In the last few thousand years, there had been millions upon millions of people, but there were only five of them. Amongst them, the worst one had also become a Suppression Sect Expert of the sect, reaching the peak of the Martial King.

"Seeing that he has the strongest Martial Soul, I'll save his life. In the future, let him sing me a song and play chess, hehe, I won't be bored anymore."

Ning Taiheng waved his hand, a red light flashed and a bright scarlet pearl appeared in the center of his palm.

He placed the pearl between Lin Yue's eyebrows and turned his hand, quickly forming a seal in front of him. A flame shot out from his fingertip and suddenly touched the pearl.

Under the urging of the mysterious technique, the red pearl instantly released a red light, like the clouds in the sky converging, at this moment, it was being blown by the strong wind, it suddenly became strange and unpredictable, as strands of blood red Qi continuously entered Lin Yue's forehead.

Lin Yue's Divine Mansion was slowly lit up, the red light spreading to other areas, and the space between his eyebrows was like a spring of blood, slowly replenishing the blood in his four limbs and the bones.

Wherever the red light came from, the originally broken, twisted, and broken bones and flesh began to glow with a brilliant light. At a speed visible to the naked eye, it began to recover.

The exposed parts of Lin Yue's body started to wiggle slowly. From a withered gray, it grew and grew bit by bit, becoming lively and powerful.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Yue's entire body, which was almost destroyed, became in a completely unharmed state.

The scarlet red pearl quickly dimmed, and Ning Taiheng's aura also became somewhat tired.

"Lucky brat, if I didn't have this Smoke Pearl Magic Treasure, you would have slept for more than half a year. But even so, I'll have to cast this technique at least ten times before I can save you. This old man will use all his resources!"

Ning Taiheng shook his head, walked over to the praying mat at the side, and slowly closed his eyes to rest.

For ten consecutive days, every day, Ning Taiheng would use the Smoke Pearl to imitate the scarlet light that was infused into Lin Yue's body.

Only after a few days did Lin Yue slowly wake up and hazily opened his eyes.

"Crack crack crack."

An intense chewing sound came from above his head, as if a mouse was biting something. Lin Yue looked at it with blurry eyes, then saw a grey shadow squatting beside the board, playing with something.

"Such a big mouse... "The rat's head …" His mind was still in a daze, unable to react.

"Crack crack crack." The rat ate happily, and its voice was very annoying.

Lin Yue quietly grabbed the pillow, and slid upwards bit by bit. The mouse seemed to be completely focused on the chess board, and did not notice the hunters who were behind it.

Lin Yue estimated the distance between them and suddenly pounced on them. He used his pillow to press on the rat's head and let out an excited cry.

"Bang."

"Crash!"

The chessboard was pushed to the ground, and the pieces scattered all over the floor.

"Little bastard!" Suddenly, Ning Taiheng who was being treated as a big-headed rat by Lin Yue let out a cry of alarm, and slapped him across the face.

"Pah!" Lin Yue was sent flying by the palm strike and he fell back onto the bed.

Lin Yue shook his head. After getting beaten up, his mind and vision became clearer, and when he saw a big-headed old man who was furiously staring and cursing at him, he was at a loss.

"Big Head Mouse!?" Ning Taiheng was so angry that he was about to go crazy, within his Netherworld Sect, there was not a single person who had just scolded him in front of everyone.

"Reverse, reverse. You brat, I wasted so much effort to revive you. You're scolding me just by turning your face?" "This is so infuriating!"

Ning Taiheng angrily rampaged through the room. Suddenly, the old man stopped and walked over to grab onto Lin Yue's arm, saying: "Enough, I won't accept you, brat. "Even if I'm bored, I don't want you anymore!"

Lin Yue was immediately pulled up by Ning Taiheng, and was about to be pushed out of the door.

It was only then that Lin Yue vaguely knew what had happened, and immediately smiled apologetically: "Old Grandpa, what are you doing? I was joking with you earlier."

"Joking?" Ning Taiheng was startled. He was already in no hurry to make a joke of it the last time.

Who would dare to joke with him when guarding Dragon Suppressing Pagoda for the past three hundred years? Even Lee Fengxue had to treat him with respect.

Seeing the old man's change in expression, Lin Yue hurriedly added, "That's right, it's just a joke, don't take it as the truth … "You are my savior, and I still have to acknowledge you as my master, no?"

In fact, Lin Yue didn't even know who this old man was, how capable he was. However, he knew how serious the injuries were.

"Take me as your master?" Ning Taiheng was startled again. Didn't Lee Fengxue say that he would send a child over to me?

"Master, please receive three kowtows from this disciple Lin Yue, we pay our respects to Master!"

Without waiting for Ning Taiheng's response, Lin Yue had already pushed the jade pillar away, kneeling down and kowtowing loudly.

After knocking his head against the ground, Lin Yue kneeled down and looked curiously at the old man, "Master, can I get up now?"

"Master …" This title made Ning Taiheng quiver. He had never accepted a disciple before.

He shook his hand, and his face had the look of someone you can pull down.

Lin Yue did not understand. Seeing him shake his hand, he thought that he would not let his get up.

Ning Taiheng panicked, seeing that Lin Yue did not get up, he knew that Lin Yue had steeled his heart, and really wanted to acknowledge him as his master.

Teach a disciple?

Is that fun?