Douluo Continent: I, the world's greatest immortal master, have taken Ning Rongrong as my disci

Chapter 390 Su Ran's Test for Jiang Nannan
"Do you want to become an apprentice at the library like those two little guys?"

"You still want to become my student?"

Su Ran slowly closed the book.

The book was titled: "One Thousand and One Abuse Techniques".

Note: This book is the culmination of countless years of hard work and the creation of thousands of rigorous teachers.

Upon catching a glimpse of the words on the book, a strange expression appeared on Jiang Nannan's beautiful face. She thought to herself:

Is the Director of the Peach Pavilion really that scary?

You actually read this kind of book...

Tricks to torture your students!

Yamete ~
But I just love this vibe~
Jiang Nannan pursed her lips: "Of course I want to become your student, Curator! Please accept Nannan as your student!"

Jiang Nannan was quite decisive; her slender legs immediately bent, and she was about to kneel down to become a disciple.

But at that very moment, the refined young man swung the book in his hand, pressing it against her knee and straightening her legs, saying calmly:

"I am not a teacher at Shrek Academy, and I do not accept apprentices."

"Huh? You're the librarian, how come you're not a teacher at Shrek Academy?"

"A library is a library, and Shrek is Shrek; the two are not necessarily related."

"That doesn't matter. Whether you are Shrek's teacher or not, I acknowledge you as my teacher."

Jiang Nannan bit her lip. It was the first time she had ever approached a boy so shamelessly, and it was also the first time she had been rejected.

"If all else fails, it would be good to let Nan Nan stay by your side as a maid or apprentice, Director."

Su Ran was not heartless. After thinking for a few seconds, he flicked his fingers slightly, and pen, ink and paper floated from the desk in the distance and landed in his hand.

He twirled the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote with remarkable skill, his every move flowing like clouds and water.

After finishing the copy, he simply tossed the still-wet paper to the young woman's wrist and said casually:

“I haven’t taken on any personal students for a long time. If you really want to learn from me, I can give you that opportunity.”

"Given your filial piety, the prescription written on this paper contains medications that can further treat your mother's heart disease. Most of these medications can be purchased at pharmacies and markets."

"However, there is one herb called Gua Ri Shen, which grows on the steepest cliffs and is hidden in the shade. Using it as a medicinal guide can promote blood circulation, remove blood stasis, soothe the mind and calm the nerves, and prolong life and nourish qi."

Although the Hanging Sun Ginseng is not of the legendary celestial quality, its rarity is no less than that of celestial flowers and herbs. There's a saying that it takes a hundred years to sprout, a thousand years to be used medicinally, and ten thousand years to mature into ginseng. Even with enough Soul Coins, it's priceless.

"If you can collect two plants before the end of this school year, one to cure your mother's illness and the other as a gift for becoming my disciple, I will accept you as my student and teach you some techniques."

"If you give up now because of the difficulties, you may take this prescription and go home. I will pretend that today's events never happened." After giving the prescription to Jiang Nannan, Su Ran's expression remained unchanged. He simply flicked the brush and ink in his hand and put it back in its original place without making any dirt.

Jiang Nannan glanced at the prescription in her hand. The calligraphy was elegant and beautiful, and it even included a pictographic image of a ginseng root hanging from a tree.

Last time, she learned a foot massage manual that the curator had casually given her, and her mother's illness had improved a lot and was no longer in danger of death. This prescription might be able to further improve her condition and reduce her pain.

She can learn well from the curator, feel at ease and secure, as if she has found a home.

Thinking of this, Jiang Nannan nodded:
"I'm not afraid of difficulties, I will definitely find two ginseng roots!"

People from poor families, struggling with poverty, are the least likely to understand how to defy fate and the preciousness of life.

Fate is in your own hands; having an opportunity is already a rare privilege!

……

Although they couldn't officially be together, Jiang Nannan still bowed slightly to the librarian and walked out of the library with the medicine in her hand.

The school year has only been going on for a little over a month, and two plants were dug up before the end of the school year, which means there are still more than seven months left.

It sounds like there's plenty of time, after all, it's just finding two ginseng roots, how could it take several months?
But if we change the question, what if a Soul Master around level 30 is asked to obtain two sub-immortal-grade flowers and herbs within a year? Would that be easy?

It's not simple at all, otherwise, why would the Jade Dog have been stuck at level 29 for decades ten thousand years ago?
The next day, before dawn, Jiang Nannan applied to the academy for a leave of absence to gain experience outside the city and left Shrek City alone.

He also taught his mother the method of foot massage for nourishing the heart and mind, and prepared dozens of doses of medicine for her in case of emergency using the curator's prescription. Although it lacked the core ingredient, ginseng, it could still have some effect.

So, for the next few months, amidst the towering mountains and precipitous cliffs of the Douluo Continent, a stunningly beautiful young woman wandered day and night, braving wind and rain.

The cliff face was a black wound torn open by the earth, vertical and towering, so deep that even the most agile ibex dared only linger at its base. Layer upon layer of rock, like solidified giant waves, with occasional clumps of thorny wild thorns peeking out from the crevices, their leaves trembling in the mountain wind like the wings of dying butterflies. And her figure was the only bright spot in this backdrop of despair.

Her pink robe clung to her slender figure in the mountain wind, outlining her delicate yet powerful lines. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, tracing clean arcs behind her as she climbed. A few strands of hair clung to her neck with sweat, making her neck appear porcelain white, yet the veins were clearly visible from the exertion.

Jiang Nannan's face was hidden under a wide-brimmed rattan hat, revealing only a delicate chin and tightly pursed lips. Her lips were a pale pink from dehydration, yet they exuded an undeniable stubbornness. Most striking were her eyes—in the shadow of the hat brim, her eyes shone like stars, each gaze fixed on the towering cliff with utmost focus, as if they could pierce through the clouds to find the "Sun-Drinking Ginseng" that the curator had described as "born from the essence of the sun and moon."

Her tools were extremely simple: a small bronze hoe (with a blade polished to a gleaming shine) was tucked into her waistband, a roll of tough grass rope (with a three-pronged iron anchor attached to one end) was tied to her back, her left hand was covered with a leather glove that exposed her knuckles, and her right hand held a wooden staff studded with rock spikes.

She had been climbing this mountain range for dozens of days, like a tireless swift, measuring every inch of the cliff with her flesh and blood. Her originally fair and tender skin had turned a wheatish yellow. At this moment, she seemed not to be the school beauty who was admired by everyone in the academy, but a herb-gathering girl struggling to survive.

Perhaps this was the first lesson the curator taught her: to be independent and self-reliant, one must first adapt to the environment and break out of one's comfort zone. When you have the courage to shatter your own best strengths, who can hurt you?

Until dawn that day, dark clouds pressed in from the horizon, and the mountain wind carried the fishy smell of rain.

As the downpour approached, a drizzle followed. Jiang Nannan stood on the edge of the precipice, holding on only by the straw rope around her waist. With a leap, her figure swayed at the steepest point.

As the first rays of sunlight pierced the clouds, illuminating the deepest crevice in the "Eagle's Sorrow Stream," finally, a golden sunflower tentatively stretched out its branches, enjoying the interplay of dawn and dew:

Nine leaves throbbed, scattering sun-like patterns that reflected flowing golden light in the morning sun. The roots were embedded in the rock, as if holding a beating heart.

(End of this chapter)