I can understand what the furry creatures are saying, and I've become the number one beast tame

Chapter 260 If it doesn't work, take a look at your brain.

Feng Yang, barely holding on, used the Five Elements Yellow Sand Cage to trap and strangle the Yellow-Scaled Three-Tailed Scorpion.

The moment he killed the Yellow-Scaled Three-Tailed Scorpion, Feng Yang could no longer hold on and coughed up blood.

puff--!
Feng Yang fell from mid-air, his body feeling as if it had been hollowed out, making it difficult for him to continue flying.

Fortunately, after the Yellow-Scaled Three-Tailed Scorpion died, the little scorpions it had summoned all lay on the ground, as if they had fallen into a deep sleep, until they gradually disappeared.

rustle!

rustle!

Just as Feng Yang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he could finally stop worrying about being dismembered by the scorpion, another Yellow-Scaled Three-Tailed Scorpion appeared right where it had stood before it was strangled!
Feng Yang's eyes widened slightly.

God wants to kill him!
Killing even one nearly cost him his life. Overdrawing his spiritual power and forcibly comprehending the five elements nearly severed his meridians.

Although his cultivation level did indeed advance by two levels, he also mastered the water and metal elemental attributes.

Even if it's just the beginner level, the five elemental attributes of the fifth level of the Golden Core stage are already quite good.

They are very capable.

Therefore, even if... his cultivation level could only stop here in the future, and there was no possibility of advancing further, Feng Yang did not feel too bad.

Two levels higher!
Even with his talent, if he continued to cultivate in the inner sect for another two hundred years, he might not be able to advance two ranks.

But to ask him to fight the Yellow-Scaled Three-Tailed Scorpion again...

Feng Yang gave a wry smile.

He should just lie there and wait to die.

Perhaps it will make me a little more comfortable.

"Where exactly did I overlook?" Nan Ran murmured softly, looking at Feng Yang and the Yellow-Scaled Three-Tailed Scorpion.

"Every monster that each person kills in the illusion will respawn in the same location, with the exact same monster..."

Ok?
When Feng Yang heard Nan Ran's voice again, a desire to survive instantly ignited in his heart.

He can't just die like this!

Absolutely not!

I haven't even kowtowed to Nanran yet!

Kneel ten times!
An illusion?
Every monster that is killed will spawn a new one that is exactly the same as the previous one in the same spot—BOOM!

The thought had barely crossed Feng Yang's mind when he suddenly began to fall.

He stared in horror as he discovered that the surrounding desert seemed to have shattered, with pieces falling down in all directions.

He fell down with him.

Feng Yang was extremely flustered.

Is God really going to kill him?
But soon, as he looked around at the scenery, it gradually became familiar, and he no longer felt so panicked.

Water Fairy Forest!

He is back!

Then he heard that voice he had been longing for again.

"Feng Yang—" The words "senior brother" were still on Nan Ran's lips, before she could say them, when she was startled by the person who had just escaped from the illusion and seemed to have suffered a head injury.

As soon as Feng Yang landed, before he could even stand properly, he made a big movement and slid down to his knees in front of Nan Ran with a thud.

"Master, please accept my bow!"

Nan Ran: ? ? ?
What the hell? ?
Feng Yang did not notice Nan Ran's stunned silence; he was still in a state of high excitement.

"Master, please accept my bow once more!"

Nan Ran seemed oblivious to the pain as she slammed her head on the ground with a loud thud, bumping into Feng Yang once again.

Before he could say anything, Feng Yang let out another "Aww!": "Master above! Please accept this disciple's—uh-uh-uh!"

Before he could finish saying the words "I bow again," Nan Ran quickly squatted down, covered Feng Yang's mouth, and held his head to prevent him from bowing again.

The ceremony is complete after bowing again!
What if she really becomes Feng Yang's master? Wouldn't that create a generational gap?!

Looking at Feng Yang, who was still struggling and making "uh-huh" sounds, Nan Ran said with great concern, "Could it be that he really damaged his brain? Should we go back to the sect and have the physician elder take a look?"

I wonder if the doctors on the Beast Continent know how to treat mental illness.

Feng Yang: ... "Junior Sister Nanran, I'm not out of my mind."

"I was serious!"

If it weren't for Nan Ran's voice constantly guiding him, how could he have advanced two levels in a row? And even within the illusion!

Those who impart knowledge, teach skills, and resolve doubts should be teachers!
Nan Ran: ...

"How about we have the elder physician examine your brain?"

They're already calling her "junior sister," so why are they talking about becoming her apprentice... that's a generational gap, okay?!
Meng Duanyue and Ye Zhi finally recovered from their shock.

"Feng Yang, what are you doing!" Ye Zhi said sternly, pulling Nan Ran behind her and staring at Feng Yang as if he were a thief.

This boy has ulterior motives!

Repay kindness with hatred!

bad!
Feng Yang: ...

He looked completely innocent: "I want to become your apprentice!"

His tone was very serious.

Meng Duanyue also expressed her disapproval, saying, "Junior Brother Feng Yang, you're being too presumptuous!"

Who takes on a master like this?

She didn't have the same protective feelings for Nan Ran as Yeats, nor did she have much of a relationship with Feng Yang. Her stance was relatively objective.

Therefore, they didn't think there was anything wrong with Feng Yang becoming an apprentice.

To kneel down so abruptly in front of someone without any proper etiquette or manners is simply too inappropriate.

Feng Yang scratched his head, genuinely considering Meng Duanyue's words.

It seems... a little presumptuous, huh?
"I'm sorry, Junior Sister Nanran," he said somewhat embarrassedly, "Did I scare you?"

After saying that, he immediately added, "But I really want to become your apprentice!"

Nan Ran: ...

She turned her head, her gaze falling on Nan Shu: "Sect Master—"

Feng Yang raised his head upon hearing the sound, as if he had just realized that there was such a powerful sect leader standing next to him.

He stood up, bowed respectfully, and greeted the person.

He was just thinking of asking the sect leader to grant him permission to become a disciple of Nanran.

Nan Ran asked Nan Shu with a serious expression, "Does the sect have any physicians or elders who are skilled in treating mental illnesses?"

"If not, could you please trouble the sect leader to send someone to the Medicine Sect to inquire?"

This brain disease is so severe, it can't be left untreated!

Feng Yang: ...

"Junior Sister Nanran, believe me, I'm not mentally ill or damaged."

Nan Ran made it clear that she didn't believe it.

Feng Yang took a deep breath and said firmly, "I'm serious! I want to become your apprentice!"

After saying this, he knelt down, lifted his robe, and cupped his hands towards Nan Shu: "Please, Sect Master, bear witness!"

Nan Ran: ...

And you still say you're not sick!

Nan Shu's gaze turned slightly cold as she glanced at Feng Yang.

With a slightly somber expression, Nan Shu turned to Nan Ran, her tone much gentler, and asked very seriously, "The sect will not interfere with a disciple's choice of master, much less force them. As long as both parties feel it is suitable, they can form a master-disciple relationship on their own."

"Since he's willing, and you're also willing—"

At this point, Nan Shu's tone became more serious, and he seemed unwilling to continue.

He changed his tune and said to Nan Ran again, "If you don't want to, just refuse!"

Nan Ran: ...

She could clearly feel that when Nan Shu said "if you are willing," the air pressure around him dropped several degrees.