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Chapter 648 What have you done for your master? Have you ever given anything in return? (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)
After hearing her son's words, Catherine covered her mouth with her hand in shock, her blue eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment!
She knew her son's master was very strong, but she never imagined he was this ridiculously strong! His strength was extraordinary, and his connections were even more extraordinary!

The thought that such a god-like figure had so gently treated her minor neck injury during the day filled Catherine with boundless gratitude and excitement, even a touch of overwhelming honor.

Looking at her son's renewed fighting spirit and hope, and then comparing it to her husband's current indifference and abandonment, Ekaterina made a decision in an instant.

Her husband was no longer reliable, and her son's future hopes, and even her own future status, all rested on the shoulders of this mysterious and powerful Master Urg!
Ekaterina took a deep breath, her eyes hardening: "My son, you must be respectful to the Master and show him the utmost respect! Your mother will do everything in her power to secure more of the Master's support for you!"

Sergei, however, was unconcerned and said with a hint of pride, "Don't worry, Mom. I asked Master, and I'm his only disciple! I'm his only personally taught student. Who else would he favor if not me?"

These words caused Lady Catherine to furrow her brows slightly, revealing her dissatisfaction and worry: "Foolish! Your master has now descended the mountain to travel, and his state of mind is different from when he was in seclusion. Who knows, in the future, if he sees other exceptionally talented young people, he might be tempted to take them as his disciples!"

"Right now, you have no fellow disciples to compare yourself to, so your master will naturally help you wholeheartedly. But what if other disciples appear in the future, and they are more talented than you, more sensible, and better at pleasing your master? What will you do then? What advantages will you have?"

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, instantly calming Sergei down, and causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

Yes, my cultivation talent is only considered decent, far from top-tier. The Great Luo Dynasty has a vast territory and produces many geniuses. What if my master encounters a more suitable and outstanding talent one day? Wouldn't I fall out of favor?

Everything you have now could vanish into thin air!
Seeing that her son had finally realized the crisis, Ekaterina continued earnestly, "Think carefully again, how much has your master given you since you became his disciple?"
He saved your life, guided your cultivation, bestowed upon you miraculous elixirs, and now he's even planning your future, going so far as to use his precious connections to contact the Emperor of Tian Ce! And what have you done for your master? Have you ever given him even the slightest bit in return?

"If you only know how to take and never give back, even the deepest teacher-student bond will fade over time! These reclusive masters are most averse to disciples who become ungrateful!"

Sergei grew increasingly alarmed as he listened, his inner shirt completely soaked with cold sweat. His mother was absolutely right!

I have been so immersed in the benefits my master has brought me that I have never thought of doing anything for him. This is the biggest mistake I have ever made!

Although he initially had ulterior motives in becoming a disciple, now in his heart, his master is his only reliance and the person he respects most in his desperate situation, and he must never let his master down!
“But Mother,” Sergei said anxiously and bewilderedly, “what does Master need? Money? Everything he casually takes out is priceless; he doesn’t care about worldly wealth at all. Power? He’s a carefree and detached person; he seems to have no interest in that. I can’t give him any power either!”

He was caught in a deep dilemma, unsure of how to please his master.

Catherine comforted him, "Silly child, daydreaming is useless. Your master is a man too, and men always have their own interests, whether it's wine, women, wealth, rare treasures, or some other peculiar hobby."

You need to put in more effort, take your master around to see different places, carefully observe his preferences, and proactively show him respect and cater to his tastes. Only then will he feel that you are a filial and sensible disciple, and he will be more willing to help you wholeheartedly.

Sergei suddenly understood and bowed deeply, saying, "Thank you for your guidance, Mother! I understand now!"

After saying that, he left in a hurry and began to ponder how to "respect" his master.

In fact, Catherine had a vague suspicion that this Master Ulge might be interested in women.

Because she could catch the fleeting glint of a man's admiration for a woman in the way he looked at her, though it was extremely subtle, her intuition was quite sharp as a mature woman.

However, this was only speculation, and she wasn't sure. Perhaps she needed to find an opportunity to test the waters, since it concerned her son's future. The next day, Sergei took a great risk and secretly used his authority to invite his master to the family's heavily guarded treasure vault.

The warehouse was filled with glittering treasures, a dazzling array of magical crystals containing various energy, rare metals, antiques, and spell scrolls.

However, "Master Urg" merely glanced at it indifferently, his eyes calm and still, even revealing a slight, barely perceptible hint of disdain.

Sergei felt a chill run down his spine as if he were looking at a pile of scrap metal.

At noon, Sergei meticulously arranged an extremely luxurious banquet, summoning the most beautiful and skilled dancers in the manor to entertain him, and serving up the finest wines aged for a hundred years.

This time, the master seemed somewhat satisfied, his fingers lightly tapping the table to the music, and he also gave a brief critique of the wine.

Sergei felt a little relieved, thinking he had found the right direction, and tentatively asked two of the most beautiful dancers to come forward and serve his master wine.

However, Li Chen waved his hand lightly and refused in a detached tone: "Tell them to leave, they're too noisy."

Sergei was taken aback, and then fell into confusion once again.

His master clearly seemed to enjoy the atmosphere of the banquet, so why did he reject the beautiful women? This puzzled him.

He quietly confided his confusion to his mother. After listening, Lady Catherine pondered for a moment, a look of understanding flashing in her eyes. She whispered, "My son, don't you understand yet? Your master may like women, but he is not one that can be moved by ordinary women. With his status and vision, what he seeks must be extraordinary. Do you understand?"

Sergei seemed to understand, but his mother's words pointed him in a new direction.

Sergei understood that his master must like women, otherwise he wouldn't have been satisfied with the atmosphere of the banquet.

But no matter how beautiful those dancers were, they were ultimately of low status and were merely playthings for people's amusement.

With a master of such extraordinary status and strength, how could an ordinary woman possibly catch his eye?

What he seeks must be a stunningly beautiful woman of noble status, extraordinary temperament, and unparalleled beauty!

In the afternoon, with the secret help of his mother Ekaterina, Sergei painstakingly arranged for several more groups of beauties.

This time, they were no longer dancers, but carefully selected noblewomen or young widows from different families, each with their own unique temperament and characteristics—some aloof, some charming, some intellectual, and some lively—all trying to please their master.

However, this time, before these beauties could even get close, Master Urg's face darkened, and an invisible pressure instantly spread out, causing the women to lose their color and tremble.

(End of this chapter)