CHAPTER 901: CHAPTER 901: DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND THE CONCEPT OF FIRST COME, FIRST SERVED?

Shi Yaoguang put herself in Shen Huan’s shoes and felt it wasn’t impossible to understand him.

However, taking on a disciple is not something to be taken lightly.

Even though Shi Yaoguang had a little sympathy for him, she absolutely wouldn’t let him act recklessly.

Shen Huan didn’t want to act recklessly either.

He sighed mournfully, "I will definitely teach all the skills I have learned to my disciple. Sect Master, please, help me~"

Cheng Lingdang had a much higher seniority than him.

The only area where he could surpass her was by taking on a disciple.

He must find a good disciple before Cheng Lingdang does.

By then, when he has a disciple, he could naturally rise to the top.

Cheng Lingdang would definitely be envious of him.

Thinking about this, he couldn’t help but smile proudly.

Shi Yaoguang looked at his silly expression and couldn’t help but hold her forehead.

She began to worry about Shen Huan’s future disciple; with such an unreliable master, could the disciple really remain unharmed?

Forget it.

She might as well help keep an eye on things.

If he ended up getting someone killed, that would truly be a crime.

Shi Yaoguang thought of this and found herself standing at the door of the backstage dressing room.

The previous people had already showered at the fastest speed and changed into outfits more fancy than before, and were gathering together, preparing to leave together.

These people were obviously organized by a male celebrity.

Shi Yaoguang stared at the male celebrity for a moment, vaguely remembering him but couldn’t recall his name for the time being.

The male celebrity, seeing her expression, proactively introduced himself, "Hello, Miss Shi, I’m Lan Ji. Pleased to meet you."

A small star followed closely behind, "Miss Shi, I’m Yin Furong. I’m a super fan of yours!"

Then everyone else introduced themselves in turn.

Shi Yaoguang patiently greeted each one of them before asking about their health.

"How do you feel now? Any discomfort in your body?"

They all replied, "No, no, we feel great."

"When Quan Feifei said she poisoned us, I was scared to death. Unexpectedly, not only is there no problem after being poisoned, but after a bath, my skin feels much better. My skin is like a peeled egg now, which no skincare product could ever achieve," Yin Furong said, with her voice full of excitement.

She originally thought she would be doomed by Quan Feifei.

Unexpectedly, there was such a pleasant surprise.

The others also shared their joyful discoveries, everyone was very happy.

After all, who wouldn’t want such free benefits?

If they had known offending Quan Feifei would have such benefits, they would have done it more aggressively, perhaps...

Shi Yaoguang looked at the expressions written on their faces and gently reminded, "No matter the circumstances, provoking a pervert is never a rational thought."

If they pushed Quan Feifei too far, Quan Feifei might decide to drag them down with her.

At that point, saving people would not be so easy anymore.

Embarrassed at having been seen through, they all felt awkward.

But luckily, they were thick-skinned.

The embarrassment would pass.

The problem now is...

They were curious about how Quan Feifei managed to do it.

Or, how Shi Yaoguang managed not only to prevent Quan Feifei from harming them but actually allowed them to benefit.

After all, they weren’t fools, and Quan Feifei’s attitude at the time didn’t seem like she was joking.

If Quan Feifei could improve her body, she would certainly keep it to herself. How could she possibly benefit others?

Someone like her clearly wouldn’t do such a thankless task.

Shen Huan answered the question on Shi Yaoguang’s behalf.

"You don’t need to worry about how it’s done. I want to ask you something now."

Before Shen Huan spoke, no one had even noticed him.

When they heard his voice, they were startled and instinctively looked at him.

And then...

They saw a green-haired young man with a little ponytail.

Though the face was quite youthful, that head of green hair...

Tsk, it was a bit much to look at.

Shen Huan didn’t care about the impact his green hair might have on them; he seriously asked, "Do any of you want to be my disciple?"

Everyone: "Be your disciple?"

"Become a disciple in what?"

"Whose disciple?"

"What do we learn as a disciple?"

"Why become a disciple?"

Faced with a volley of questions, Shen Huan was a bit overwhelmed.

He just wanted to take on a disciple.

But why did it seem like this disciple has more airs than the master?

It’s just about becoming a disciple, is there a need to be so excited?

Thinking about how his grandpa described the scene of becoming Shi Yaoguang’s disciple back in the day, he couldn’t help but sigh.

No comparison, no harm.

With these cautious celebrities as a comparison, his grandpa seemed awfully easy to fool.

Eh.

Shen Huan couldn’t help but sigh, muttering to himself.

This wasn’t his first time sighing about this.

The trouble with having a laid-back grandpa.

Annoying.

No one else knew what Shen Huan was thinking.

If Shen Huan didn’t look so good, hearing him ask "Do you want to be my disciple?", they might have thought he wanted to take them to a salon.

Why a salon?

Because...

He seemed like he wanted to recruit for an emo gang.

Fortunately, Shen Huan didn’t know what they were thinking.

Although he used to be a bit emo, he’s no longer like that.

Recently, when his black hair grew out, he didn’t even dye it again.

However, he later discovered a magical seed in the Yaoguang Sect, and the extracted green leaves from this plant made excellent hair dye.

Cheng Lingdang specially made hair dye for him.

He was tempted.

So he dyed it back.

But he didn’t see the need to explain all this to these people.

He just wanted to know if anyone present would like to become his disciple.

Yin Furong stared at Shen Huan for a moment, then asked, "Little brother, how old are you?"

Shen Huan’s face darkened, "I’m in my late twenties! Not some little brother!"

Yin Furong, who was only nineteen, was surprised to hear this. "You’re already in your twenties? You don’t look it."

With that, she seamlessly asked another question, "What do you mean by becoming a disciple? Who’s the master?"

Shen Huan raised his chin and pointed to himself, "Me!"

Upon hearing this, everyone had different reactions.

Yin Furong stole a glance at Shi Yaoguang, seeing that her expression didn’t change at all.

Thinking about it, Shen Huan was brought back by her.

Maybe...

Before Yin Furong could finish her thought, a male voice chimed in first, "I would like to!"

Shen Huan looked at the person who spoke and found it was Lan Ji.

Lan Ji, seeing Shen Huan look at him, cleared his throat and said earnestly, "I would like to become your disciple."

Yin Furong widened her eyes, never expecting that even in matters of being accepted as a disciple, someone could beat her to the punch.

She couldn’t help but complain, "Why did you steal my words? I was thinking of becoming a disciple, don’t you know about first come, first served?"

Lan Ji put on a gentlemanly demeanor, but his words had no room for compromise, "I spoke up first about being willing to become a disciple, so even if it’s first come, first served, it should be my turn."