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Sorry but I only accept female disciples!

What do you mean by you only accept female disciples? Zhang Yuan glanced at the Emperor of a powerful Dynasty kneeling in front of him and his son, the prince is also kneeling beside him. "Master Yuan, please accept my son as your disciple. I am sure that under your care, my son will reach the pinnacle of the Heavens." Pinnacle of the Heavens? Zhang Yuan turned his gaze to the so called Prince. Talentless, weak physique and sh!t cultivation technique. Tch, worthless. Zhang Yuan then turned his eyes to another Dynasty Emperor "Master Yuan, please accept my daughter as your disciple." Seeing the gorgeous woman kneeling in front of him, Zhao Tian smiled faintly. Talentless? I will make you the most talented mortal entity this world has ever seen. Weak physique? I will give you a physique that will break even the limitations of the heavens and earth. Sh!t cultivation technique? Don't worry, choose the best divine technique you want. Sorry but I only accept female disciples! ------------------------------------------------ -Handsome MC, so handsome even the heavens will blush -OVERPOWERED MC -R-18 mean, well you know what I mean. He will teach the female disciples new 'stuff'. -NO NTR, NO YURI Add it to your library, that will actually help me a lot! Come and read it, At least try the free chapters, manh. My discord server: https://discord.gg/mzERE9sGhX

Akkuzz_69 · 玄幻
分數不夠
205 Chs

Hang Bao festival 6!

Zhang Fumin turned her eyes to Xiangli Fei, who had her gaze lowered in fear of Zhang Fumin.

"Go and talk to her, Big Sister… for me," Zhang Yuan's gentle voice whispered in her ear, urging her to take the step she had long avoided. 

Sighing in her heart, Zhang Fumin walked to her and she is really not angry anymore since the whole reason she started hating the royal family was because of her mother's death.

Now that she is alive...

Zhang Fumin stopped just in front of her, and finally, with trembling hands, Xiangli Fei raised her gaze, her soft red eyes filled with a mix of hope and fear. Her lips parted, but for a moment, no sound came out.

"U-Uh… Fumin," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Zhang Fumin tilted her head slightly, her expression neutral but no longer cold. "What do you want to talk to me about?" she asked in a soft tone, her voice lacking the sharpness it had once held.