Not long ago, she had walked through the Ghost Gate, experiencing the despair of being possessed, devoured, and utterly erased by an Outer Celestial Demon.
The only reason she could see this familiar world again was because it was a gift from the invincible legend standing before her, Lord Lu.
Gong Ning took a deep breath, raising a hand to smooth back the long hair that had been tousled by the fierce wind. She glanced down at the only garment she had on—a thin, almost transparent, pale blue-white chemise—and her cheeks flushed slightly.
However, Gong Ning paid no mind to her disheveled state or a young woman’s modesty. She turned to face Lu Yun and bowed deeply.
She then performed a full kowtow, pressing her forehead to the cold floor. Her hair cascaded to the ground like a waterfall. As she bowed, her thin, pale blue-white chemise hung loosely, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her figure.
Lu Yun accepted this profound gesture without flinching. To save this young woman, he had just expended a considerable amount of Half-step Divine Thought Power.
This level of power expenditure was not something that could be replenished with just a few days of meditation. It would take time to recover slowly.
"Rise. It’s a miracle you survived. Go back with your father and rest for a while."
However, Gong Ning did not rise. She remained kneeling stubbornly on the ground, then said with unwavering determination, "Gong Ning survived entirely thanks to Lord Lu’s help. Please, Lord Lu, accept me as your disciple and allow me to serve by your side."
Lu Yun pondered her request for a moment without answering.
’After all, this young woman’s innate talent is of the highest caliber, and her temperament and character are impeccable.’
Lu Yun silently reviewed these points in his mind and came to a conclusion: ’This young woman is very much to my liking.’
"Go home for now. Come see me again in a few days."
Hearing that he hadn’t rejected her, Gong Ning’s head snapped up, and she broke into a radiant smile.
"Yes, Master!"
Lu Yun ignored the title and glanced around, his eyes finally settling on a spare coat rack in the far corner. "Go get some clothes and put them on."
"Yes!" Gong Ning’s face flushed as she remembered she was still in that impossibly thin, pale blue-white chemise. She scrambled up from the floor and hurried over to the coat rack.
Gong Ning reached the coat rack and, with the excitement of someone discovering treasure, took down a black tunic suit and quickly put it on.
The tunic suit was made for a man—a little wide in the shoulders, a little long in the sleeves—but it had its own unique style on Gong Ning.
The crisp, formal black fabric created a surprisingly harmonious look when paired with what remained of her black skirt.
Her upper body had the sharp, heroic air of the tunic suit, while her lower body retained the soft, flowing grace of the black skirt. Wasting no more time, Gong Ning bowed once more to Lu Yun on the sofa, then turned and strode toward the villa’s front door.
...
The villa grew quiet again. Lu Yun sat alone on the sofa, lost in thought.
His number of disciples was growing: Zhou Lie, Bai Longfei, and now Gong Ning.
The combined influence of these three disciples was enough to stand firm anywhere in the Daxia New Country.
With that thought, Lu Yun returned to the present and turned his attention back to the black chest the Gong Family had delivered.
He gave a light wave of his hand. The iron lock snapped. The lid flew open, revealing the contents: it was stuffed full of twitching, black chunks of flesh.
"Immortal Flesh?" Lu Yun’s brow twitched. A flash of surprise appeared in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by the hint of a satisfied smile.
"This is quite a generous portion of Immortal Flesh! The Gong Family is quite considerate."
’With this much Immortal Flesh, I can gain a large amount of modified value.’
’The only question is whether this modified value will be enough to modify my two Martial Arts.’

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