Ming Li coughed to cover her actions and said, "Are you the master or am I the master? Should I listen to you or should you listen to me? The male protagonist has the protagonist's halo; ordinary people can't defeat him. Although she could just go up and fight him directly and crudely, that would be letting him off too easily."
Chu Junmo's lips twitched slightly. He said, "You are the master, I'll listen to you. Then Master, what should we do now?"
Should we go up and fight directly? Or should we go up and fight directly?
Ming Li: "Tomorrow, I will announce to the public that I am taking in a closed-door disciple."
"You can participate then. If you falter at a crucial moment and can't get first place, your master has a great gift to give you!"
Chu Junmo's expression was blank. Thank you, he was not interested in the great gift Ming Li mentioned.
After thinking for a moment, Ming Li said, "Since you've changed bodies, let's change your name as well! From now on, you will take my surname and be called Gong Yihan!"
Chu Junmo, oh no! Now Gong Yihan, upon hearing this, performed a deep bow to Ming Li and said, "Disciple Gong Yihan thanks Master for the bestowed name!"
...
At this moment, the male protagonist Chu Junmo returned to Xianli Sect in a sorry state.
Ever since he woke up amidst a circle of white candles that day, he had been plagued by bad luck.
First, when he went down the mountain, his foot slipped, and he rolled directly from the mountaintop to the bottom. Later, when he was flying back to the sect on his sword, halfway through, the sword broke, and he fell directly from the air into a large pit, unable to climb out...
In short, his return to the sect was like Tang Monk's journey to the West, experiencing eighty-one tribulations, not one more, not one less.
Chu Junmo finally returned to the sect. Before he could even settle down, he heard that the Ancestor was going to take in a closed-door disciple.
Chu Junmo spat out a mouthful of tea in disbelief as he looked at the Sect Leader before him.
Shi Yuyang expressionlessly wiped the tea that Chu Junmo had sprayed onto his face and said, "The Ancestor said it herself. She will be taking a closed-door disciple tomorrow, with no age limit."
Chu Junmo said angrily, "How can Master do this! How can she take in other disciples without my consent! Does she still have me, her disciple, in her eyes!"
In Chu Junmo's eyes, the Ancestor should only have him as a disciple and should pass on all her lifelong skills to him. Now, hearing that the Ancestor was going to take in disciples, Chu Junmo felt that what belonged to him was going to be snatched away by someone else.
In his eyes, Ming Li was the possession of him, the chosen one, a stepping stone on his path to godhood. Now, for Ming Li to suddenly recruit a closed-door disciple without his consent, how could that be allowed!
Shi Yuyang continued expressionlessly, "Why should the Ancestor seek your consent to take in disciples? You are merely the Ancestor's disciple. Who do you think you are?!"
Shi Yuyang furrowed his brows. He felt that the person in front of him had changed.
Previously, the Ancestor's disciple had always been humble, polite, and refined. But since falling into the water last time, this person had become arrogant and condescending. Could it be that his brain had become waterlogged after falling into the water?
Finally, Shi Yuyang sighed silently, flicked his sleeves, and left, leaving behind a furious Chu Junmo.
Chu Junmo stood there, thinking and thinking. In the end, he couldn't help himself and went directly to the Ancestor Peak to find Ming Li.
As a result, after much effort, when Chu Junmo finally reached the Ancestor Peak, he was blocked by a barrier. Five prominent characters were inscribed on the barrier: "Closed-door cultivation in progress."
Chu Junmo: ... He strongly suspected that Ming Li knew he was coming and had deliberately set up the barrier.