CHAPTER 946: CHAPTER 946: A PAPER TIGER WITH ITS TEETH PULLED OUT

Yao Shiyi clung to An Xiaoya, simply because she believed An Xiaoya was the most powerful one.

As long as she became An Xiaoya’s disciple, she could walk with her head held high.

It was the same reason she had previously followed Lin Zifan, trying to please and flatter him in every way.

Only, Tang Zhiruo didn’t quite understand one thing.

Why did Yao Shiyi think An Xiaoya was a big shot?

Though compared to the rest, An Xiaoya was indeed quite capable.

But...

She didn’t look like a mastermind to her at all.

What Tang Zhiruo didn’t know was that Yao Shiyi could see ghosts.

The thing attached to An Xiaoya was nearly materialized, it was obviously very powerful.

Normally, if a regular person was entangled by such a thing, they’d be drained and dead long ago.

But An Xiaoya was perfectly fine.

Seeing her rosy complexion, it was clear she hadn’t been affected at all.

Generally speaking, there were only two possibilities.

First.

An Xiaoya wasn’t a regular human, so she wouldn’t be affected by this thing.

Second.

An Xiaoya had extraordinary powers, so she wouldn’t be affected.

To Yao Shiyi, An Xiaoya was definitely the second type.

Since An Xiaoya was the first type, then...

It’s already quite obvious.

Yao Shiyi was determined to have her as mentor.

An Xiaoya, with no alternatives, handed over her beginner’s technique.

Yao Shiyi looked at the Feng Shui Quick Guide in her hands, her expression turning stiff and gradually collapsing.

"What’s this..."

An Xiaoya beamed, "Beginner’s manual."

"Begin... what manual?"

Yao Shiyi looked repulsed, "Sister Xiaoya, you couldn’t be wanting me to learn ghost-capturing, could you?"

An Xiaoya snapped her fingers, "You got it right!"

Yao Shiyi: "..."

Suddenly she felt some regret.

At that moment, the thing on An Xiaoya suddenly surged with dark energy.

Yao Shiyi watched wide-eyed as An Xiaoya raised her hand and slapped it.

The thing immediately became docile.

Obedient like a little kitten.

Yao Shiyi swallowed, incredulously asked, "Sister Xiaoya, how did you do that?"

"How did what?"

An Xiaoya didn’t understand what she meant.

Yao Shiyi pointed to the thing hanging on An Xiaoya, "That, that thing..."

"This thing was unruly, so I made it behave."

An Xiaoya said casually and gave it another pat.

Yao Shiyi watched as the dark energy dissipated somewhat, then had a sudden revelation, "If... I learn your skill, can I be as powerful as you?"

An Xiaoya thought for a moment and said honestly, "Being as powerful as me is impossible, my constitution is innate."

Yao Shiyi nodded understandingly.

An Xiaoya added, "Once you reach my level, you should have no problem walking with your head high."

Yao Shiyi’s eyes immediately lit up, determined and resolute.

"I’ve decided!"

An Xiaoya looked at her with curiosity.

Yao Shiyi: "I want to learn!"

After saying this, she hugged the Feng Shui Quick Guide and started reading.

An Xiaoya saw her studying earnestly and swallowed back the words, "Why don’t you just go find Tang Zhiruo," inside.

Such words were better unsaid.

Thinking this.

She felt extremely satisfied.

Aye, this must be love.

Life never ceases, nor does love cease.

...

As Lin Zifan’s harem joined the training camp, Lin Zifan’s Sunflower Manual finally reached mastery.

"Master, I’ve reached the third level of the Sunflower Manual, this time, I will definitely get revenge!"

At this moment, Lin Zifan looked vastly different from his once inspired self.

His voice had become much more shrill than before.

His orchid fingers spontaneously pinched, presenting the dignified posture of a high-ranking eunuch.

His spirit watched this ladylike demeanor with some headache.

"Are you sure you want to go out like this?"

Lin Zifan stood up, twisted his hips, tiptoed with his head down, utterly unaware of anything amiss.

His spirit’s reminder suddenly made him realize there was something off about his condition.

Taking a closer look, his face went dark instantly.

How did he turn into this!

No, this isn’t him!

How did he become so effeminate!

His spirit watched Lin Zifan’s disheartened demeanor, chuckled mockingly, "Feeling uncomfortable now, what were you doing earlier?"

Lin Zifan gritting his teeth, snapped back, "What right do you have to mock me? If not attending to me timely, I wouldn’t have become like this at all!"

His spirit sneered coldly, "Get clear of one thing, you’re just my slave, as a slave what right do you have to ask me to do anything for you?"

"I’m your master, if I choose to do something for you, it’s a gift, if I choose not to, you can’t demand anything, understand?"

Lin Zifan’s face grew uglier, aware of the spirit’s words yet unable to accept it.

The spirit utterly ignored his acceptance, directly making demands.

"Go prepare some materials now, I’ll teach you elixir refining later."

On hearing this, Lin Zifan didn’t feel happy, if he still felt the spirit merely saw him as a tool to exploit, then he would truly be a fool.

"You unwilling?" The spirit’s tone cold, eyes capable of killing half-way, devoid of emotion.

Lin Zifan suddenly felt debts no longer weighed him down, losing respect for confronting the spirit.

"I call you master not as if I truly regard you as one, it’s because I pity you, only."

With Lin Zifan’s words, the spirit grew even colder.

"Lin Zifan, do you know what you’re saying?"

Lin Zifan smiled indifferently, fingers pinching an orchid, brushing his forehead, laughter filled with wickedness.

"How could I not know what I’m saying? I’m quite aware!"

Saying this, he laughed proudly, "You really think I’d fear you? You’re a spirit, yet I’m a living human, shouldn’t you be the one fearing me instead."

Saying this as if struck by inspiration, proudly and wildly, "You’re residing in the ring now, mustn’t feel comfortable, right? If I destroy it, can you still live?"

Lin Zifan realized it suddenly.

The spirit relied on the ring to survive, without it, he’d have no way to live on.

Even though the spirit was formidable now, Lin Zifan didn’t fear.

Ultimately, he’d practiced the Sunflower Manual.

The third level of Sunflower Manual granted formidable strength, truly significant.

At least, he no longer had to worry about being harmed.

Spirit, as expected, wasn’t invincible, Lin Zifan’s threat instantly turned it into a toothless paper tiger, unable to remain arrogant.

Lin Zifan triumphantly sneered, "However noble you are, before me, you still have to yield."