Chapter 66: Heartache, the Student's Betrayal

Lin Fan looked at Xiao Ze. This was a genius, a true genius in martial arts, with great talent, but his personality was too arrogant.

"Alright, Shuishui, go get two teacups, and remember to bring the tea," Lin Fan said.

"Yes, Teacher." Liu Shuishui looked at Xiao Ze, her eyes blinking rapidly. For a girl, this handsome and dashing Xiao Ze held great appeal.

That aloof, arrogant face was quite lethal in the eyes of girls.

Before long, Liu Shuishui returned with two teacups and a kettle, running back.

"Teacher, I've brought everything." Liu Shuishui set the items on the podium, then secretly glanced at Xiao Ze, little stars twinkling in her eyes.

"Alright, since you've been moved by my personal charm and requested to become my disciples, I naturally cannot refuse you. You should know the procedures for becoming a disciple, so I need not elaborate." Lin Fan pulled over a stool, sat down, and beckoned his students to stand behind him.

This way, it was formal enough.

In Lin Fan's view, taking on a genius from Class Jia as his disciple was something that would bring him great face.

Lin Fan hadn't expected himself to be so suited to being a teacher; sometimes, this high personal charm was just irresistible.

"Teacher, please have tea." Zang Tianhao didn't hesitate for a moment. He immediately filled a teacup, then knelt on both knees before Lin Fan, presenting the cup with both hands.

For Zang Tianhao, he understood that if he wanted to make greater progress on the martial path, the senior before him could surely lead him forward.

For himself, and also for Han Mengmeng, Zang Tianhao had to keep striving.

"Mm." Lin Fan took the teacup, took a shallow sip, and nodded.

"Teacher, please have tea." Xiao Ze hesitated for a moment, then followed Zang Tianhao's example.

Xiao Ze became Lin Fan's disciple for two reasons: first, he accepted the bet and conceded defeat; second, deep inside, there was an unknown feeling, like a bud about to bloom, restless and stirring, constantly reminding him to become a disciple quickly, or else he would never taste the loving ruler again.

"Mm, your teacher already has thirteen students. They are your senior brothers and sisters. Tianhao, you are the teacher's fourteenth student; Xiao Ze, you are the fifteenth," Lin Fan said.

Xiao Ze exploded upon hearing this. "Teacher, why am I fifteenth? What qualifications does he have to be above me?"

As for the other thirteen, Xiao Ze wouldn't say much; it was fine to be below them. But the key point was, what ability did this Zang Tianhao have to be above him?

"Because he knelt faster than you. And from now on, whatever the teacher says is the ultimate truth. As a student, you cannot question the teacher's words," Lin Fan said.

Xiao Ze said nothing, but inwardly he was unconvinced. Being suppressed by this Zang Tianhao—how could he tolerate that?

"Teacher, didn't you say last time that teachers aren't always right? If there's doubt, shouldn't we raise it?" Liu Shuishui spoke up from the side.

Lin Fan was taken aback. This wasn't right. What was wrong with his obedient and likable Liu Shuishui today? She was starting to question his words?

Lin Fan looked left and right, and noticed Liu Shuishui's lovesick expression. He inwardly cried out in alarm. Could it be that his student had been seduced by this Xiao Ze?

A traitor, a complete traitor.

"Ahem." Lin Fan coughed lightly. At this moment, he couldn't slap his own face. Even if it was black, he had to make it white.

"Other teachers might say things that are wrong, but what I, your teacher, say is all life's ultimate truths. Alright, the disciple initiation ceremony ends here. Let's begin the lecture."

Lin Fan didn't want to dwell on this issue any longer.

This Xiao Ze had only just arrived and already stolen away his top disciple. He'd remember this grudge. When Xiao Ze made a mistake later, he'd pull down his pants and teach him a good lesson with the loving ruler.

…

Inside the imperial palace.

As a vassal state of the Holy Demon Sect, the Great Yan Imperial Court naturally received disciples of the Holy Demon Sect with the highest hospitality.

Even if other sects came to the Great Yan Imperial Court, they could only stay outside the imperial city and were not qualified to reside within the palace.

At this moment, the Yan Emperor sat upright on the dragon throne, his eyes slightly closed, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

The Holy Demon Sect, the Peerless Sect, the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, the Exquisite Sword Pavilion, the Righteous Unity Sect... Quite a few sects from both righteous and demonic paths had come. The allure of the Small Heaven Rank Pill was indeed strong, attracting so many sects.

Suddenly, the Yan Emperor opened his divine eyes, a sharp light flashing, even concealing much anger.

Thinking of the villain who had ambushed him and the empress, still not found, a blaze of rage burned in his heart.

He had sailed smoothly all his life; when had he ever encountered such a situation? This was a great humiliation, a disgrace that could never be washed away.

At that moment, the void rippled, and the Yan Emperor's body vanished into the void, appearing in a dark, mysterious place.

This place seemed forsaken or abandoned by the world—pitch black, dim, with a few oil lamps on the walls faintly emitting light.

The Yan Emperor walked along the dark passage, moving slowly forward.

"Ah..."

Heart-wrenching screams, like the cries of abyssal demons, came from the end of this abyssal passage.

When he reached the end, a smell mixed with sour, rotten, and decayed odors penetrated the Yan Emperor's nostrils. The Yan Emperor sniffed with great enjoyment; this feeling was truly wonderful.

The majestic and upright Yan Emperor now showed such a nauseating expression. If his subjects saw this, who knew what they would think.

"Clang, clang..."

The sound of clashing chains, like the roar of demons, was gloomy and terrifying, sending chills down one's spine.

In the deepest part, rows of abyssal cells lined the walls, and iron hooks gleaming with a faint light pierced the chests of the prisoners in each cell.

"Yan Emperor, you will die a miserable death!"

Curses full of resentment echoed in the depths of the dungeon, as if venting unwillingness and unyielding spirit.

"This sky is mine, this earth is also mine. Your resentment only makes me stronger, haha!" At this moment, the Yan Emperor seemed possessed, his eyes pitch black, his body shrouded in a bloody light.

"All things return to me."

The Yan Emperor spread his arms, his long hair flowing. Suddenly, a terrifying suction force erupted throughout the dungeon.

The people imprisoned in the dungeon trembled all over, wisps of blood energy rising from their bodies, then slowly merging into the Yan Emperor's body.

"Yan Emperor, you will die a miserable death!" In one cell, a man, already emaciated from prolonged draining, continued to shrivel until he turned into a pile of white bones.

The Yan Emperor immersed himself in this wonderful blood energy.

Holy Demon Sect, the divine blood is mine.

The entire world is also mine.

No one can stop my steps.

"Enjoy your last moments well." The Yan Emperor's pitch-black eyes shifted slightly, then he chuckled lightly, tore open the void, and left this place.