4132 Chapter 4132: I will not accept her as my disciple
Yun chujiu was well aware of the principle of casting a long line to catch a big fish, so she did not go overboard. After a while, she took the initiative to take her leave.
Master Ouyang felt that this little girl had a sense of propriety. She knew when to advance and when to retreat. She was a hundred times stronger than his two disciples.
In the next few days, Yun Chujiu would run to Master Ouyang’s courtyard whenever she had nothing to do. Sometimes, she would even have lunch with him.
Soon, rumors began to spread within the sect. Master Ouyang thought so highly of Yun Chujiu. Could it be that he wanted to take her as a disciple?
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Zhuang Hong, who had been ordered to recuperate in the courtyard, could no longer sit still. However, he did not dare to leave the courtyard because of Master Ouyang’s orders. He was so anxious that he was about to hit the wall.
In the end, he could only send a message to some of his good disciples, asking them to think of a way to find out more information.
Elder Duanmu was also a little restless. Although he was not sure whether he should take Yun Chujiu as a disciple, he felt a little awkward when he heard that Master Ouyang might take Yun Chujiu as a disciple.
Therefore, after he had talked business with Master Ouyang that day, he asked tentatively, “Master, recently, there are rumors in the sect that you want to take Yun Chujiu as a disciple?”
Master Ouyang was stunned for a moment before he smiled and said, “Nonsense! Recently, that little girl has indeed been looking for me. She just wants to ask me for some sword techniques. This little girl is extremely good, but I can’t take her as my disciple.”
Elder Duanmu was stunned. “Why is that?”
Master Ouyang Sighed. “Although this Yun Chujiu’s sword techniques are not bad, her spiritual power is too low. Moreover, she has a heavenly thunder spirit root. Although she is lucky, it’s hard to guarantee that she will be killed by the Tian Dao one day.
“Most importantly, my disciple will most likely succeed as the sect master in the future. Yun Chujiu is a woman. The people of the nameless sword sect will definitely not accept a female sect master. Therefore, I will not accept her as my disciple no matter what.”
Elder Duanmu thought about it and agreed. The northern continent had always prioritized boys over girls. There was not even a female elder in the sect, let alone a woman as the sect master.
Therefore, one day, when Yun Chujiu went to find elder Duanmu, he tactfully told her about Master Ouyang’s intentions so that she wouldn’t be too disappointed if her expectations were too high.
Yun chujiu smiled and said a few perfunctory words, but in her heart, she gritted her teeth. What’s wrong with a woman? She had to try being a female sect leader!
On this day, Zhao Hui, Li Zhuangzhi, and the others rushed over. “Junior Sister Yun, Junior Sister Yun, something bad has happened!”
Yun chujiu frowned. “What’s Wrong?”
“Isn’t it time for the inner sect competition in a few days? That Liao Tao has allied with many disciples. When the time comes, they will take turns to challenge you, vowing to drag you down from the top 100,”Zhao Hui said worriedly.
Yun chujiu said indifferently, “Isn’t that simple? ! When the time comes, I’ll just admit defeat. It’s not like I have to be in the top 100. Last time, if it weren’t for the spot for the eye of sword intent, I wouldn’t have bothered to enter the top 100.”
Zhao Hui:”…”
Li Zhuangzhi:”…”
That’s right. Why didn’t they think of this. ! Alright, Junior Sister Yun had always had a different thought from the average person.
In the inner sect competition a few days later, Liao Tao had mobilized a large number of people to seek revenge. However, he didn’t expect Yun chujiu to say lightly, “I admit defeat. You Win!”
Liao Tao:”…”
It could not be played like that!
He had been suffering for a month and racked his brains to come up with all sorts of plans. In the end, she admitted defeat so easily? ! Why did he feel like a fool? !
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