Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter-Chapter 859 - : He’s Serious about Snatching Disciples_1

Chapter 859: Chapter 859: He’s Serious about Snatching Disciples_1

What’s going on?

Another one looking to take disciples?

You guys just decide on your own without considering if the other person is willing or not?

Lin Qingluo’s eyebrows furrowed, a flicker of impatience flashing in her eyes.

Ancestor Kunlun’s mouth twitched twice, expressing an instant of disbelief.

Considering how revered he was in the Human Realm’s Cultivation World, scorned by all, he was a force to be reckoned with.

And to think that a prospective disciple would disdain him?!

“Little girl, with my backing, you can tread wherever you want in the Cultivation World, nobody’d dare to bully you.”

“Choose any heavenly treasures you want, as long as I have it, just ask and it’s yours.”

The little girl had exceptional talent, he didn’t want to give up easily. His eyes swiveled, he grinned widely, resorting to the tricks used to coax a child.

Not resembling a bit the dignified demeanor of an immortal being.

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Patriarch Xiayao’s brow furrowed, his face revealing confusion.

Even though he didn’t understand why this little brat, whose life was ebbing away, had a predestined connection of lineage with him.

Since it was destined, he could only abade by the will of heaven and bring him back to the Tranquil Sect.

But Ancestor Kunlun meddling was disrupting their preordained relationship of master and student.

“Heavenly treasures? You can ask for anything?”

Sharp-minded, Lin Qingluo noticed Patriarch Xiayao’s surging anger, she suddenly smiled and gave Ancestor Kunlun a sweet grin.

“Of course, my word stays as solid as a bell, would I ever deceive a young lady.”

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Ancestor Kunlun’s beard curled gleefully, completely ignoring Patriarch Xiayao’s fury.

When it came to calling dibs on a disciple, he was serious.

Lin Qingluo smiled innocently: “The Amethyst Dragon Emperor Herb, Dark Spirit Flower, Resurrection Monster Fruit, do you have them?”

“Uh.”

Ancestor Kunlun paused, scratching his nose awkwardly: “I don’t have these three medicinal plants at the moment.”

“You don’t?”

Lin Qingluo’s eyelids drooped slightly, revealing a hint of disappointment.

Real disappointment, not the slightest bit of feigned.

Although she intended to win over Ancestor Kunlun to help her against Patriarch Xiayao.

“Don’t worry, little girl. ”

Ancestor Kunlun was cunning due to his age, and saw through her game plan, he offered a very kind and friendly smile.

“Even though I don’t have them, it doesn’t mean the old fellows who have been in seclusion for many years do not. As long as you and your brother acknowledge me as your master, I will do everything I can to find them for you.”

“All three medicinal plants, not one less.”

Lin Qingluo stared up at him, a sly smile appearing in her eyes.

“Consider it done!”

Ancestor Kunlun swore, thumping his chest.

“Since Ancestor is so sincere.”

Lin Qingluo smiled, showing her teeth but not her eyes: “My brother and I will acknowledge you as our master then.”

“Hahaha, my wonderful disciples.”

Ancestor Kunlun’s wish was granted, his mustache curled with joy.

Patriarch Xiayao’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot: “Milord, this girl’s choice of master is up to her, but the boy——must come with me!”

“Sister.”

“No!”

Both siblings disagreed immediately.

Lin Yixuan’s eyes filled with fear as he tightened his grip around his sister’s arm.

Adroitly, Lin Qingluo twirled her fingers, a miniature cyclone involuntarily formed around her, revolving around her fingertips.

“Elder Xiayao, you’re wrong.”

Ancestor Kunlun

also didn’t agree, he snapped back: “Admitting students should consider one’s fate, who among us ignores consent and forcibly admits students?”

“It’s the will of the heavens, how can we resist it?”

Patriarch Xiayao took a step forward, his daunting, chilling aura streaming toward them.

“Cough, cough.”

All the young men present turned beet red, they felt stifled and their knees threatened to give way, they fought the urge to kneel.