Battle Through the Heavens: The Soul Emperor's Only Daughter, I Am the Young Master of the Soul

Chapter 8: Each Holding Their Own Opinion, Each Arguing Their Own Way

"Alright, little girl, I can agree to your request, but you must also agree to four conditions!" For the sake of the Medicine Clan, Yao Chen finally made up his mind to agree to Hun Qinghao's request.

He himself was not afraid of anything, but if the entire Medicine Clan were to be sacrificed, that was something Yao Chen was unwilling to see.

Yao Chen was born and raised in the Yao Clan. Although the memories this place brought him were not pleasant, and his father and mother died in the Yao Clan, the Yao Clan still had the grace of raising him.

Upon hearing this, Hun Qinghao's mood immediately improved, and a sweet smile reappeared on her face. Sure enough, no one could resist the threat of using the family.

"However... four conditions, you old man are quite greedy." Hun Qing glanced at Yao Chen, who was making exorbitant demands.

But she was in a good mood and was particularly generous. With a wave of her hand, she said, "Tell me your conditions. If I can meet them, I will try my best to satisfy you."

Yao Chen extended a finger and said in a deep voice, "First, the Soul Palace and the Soul Clan must not attack the Yao Clan."

"That's no problem. As long as those old fogies of the Medicine Clan don't oppose the Soul Clan, I can ask Father to let the Medicine Clan go." Hun Qinghao didn't agree rashly, but added a condition to this deal.

Yao Chen nodded helplessly; this little girl was not easy to fool.

"Secondly, the feeling of being a soul is unpleasant. You need to have your Soul Clan's alchemists craft a body for me to help me revive."

This request wasn't unreasonable, so Hun Qing readily agreed: "Sure, once I get back, I'll have Hun Xuzi refine a body for you."

"Third..." Yao Chen paused, then held up his third finger, "I want you to kill Mu Gu and Han Feng, who caused my downfall!"

"That won't do!" Hun Qinghao immediately retorted as soon as he finished speaking.

"Han Feng can be killed, but Mu Gu cannot." Hun Qing hadn't forgotten her identity; she firmly adhered to her principles. "Mu Gu is an eighth-grade alchemist who has rendered outstanding service to the Hun Clan over the years. As the young master of the Hun Clan, I cannot allow my fellow Hun Clan members to feel disheartened!"

Yao Chen knew that Hun Qinghao would most likely not agree to his request, and as he expected, Hun Qinghao refused without hesitation.

But Hun Qinghao wasn't one to go back on her word. She raised her chin and said generously, "You can change your request. The four conditions I promised you still stand."

Yao Chen shook his head and sighed, "No need, I didn't expect you to agree to this request anyway."

Hun Qing blinked her big eyes, her face completely innocent: "It's your own fault for not wanting to make new requests, it's not that I'm going back on my word!"

"Finally..." Yao Chen looked at the somewhat quirky girl in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke.

"You must become my disciple!" he declared, pointing at Hun Qinghao with a resounding voice. "You can refuse the third condition, but you must become my disciple!"

...a profound silence.

Hun Qing was stunned for a moment, unable to react.

When she came to her senses, she jumped off the table, stared wide-eyed at Yao Chen, and said incredulously, "What? Did I hear that right? You want me to become your apprentice?"

"Please, I want you to be my personal alchemist, and you want me to become your apprentice? Old man Yao, it seems you've got our roles reversed!"

"You possess a unique flame and have exceptionally strong soul power, making you the most suitable person to become an alchemist," Yao Chen said earnestly, trying to deceive you.

He was forced to submit to the Soul Palace, but the Soul Palace was a hell for souls. If he didn't fight for a powerful identity, he would probably be swallowed up and left with nothing.

The title of being the teacher of the Soul Clan's young master is the best protection.

Hun Qinghao pouted, raised her head arrogantly, crossed her arms, and said haughtily, "I don't want to be an alchemist, and I definitely don't want to become an apprentice!"

Her biological father was the strongest in the late stage of the Nine-Star Dou Sheng realm. Anyone who could be her master would have to be at least of the same cultivation level as her father.

Even after being flatly rejected by Hun Qing, Yao Chen didn't give up. He stroked his short beard and continued to coax, "Don't you want to taste what the pills you make yourself taste like? What's the point of always eating pills made by others? It's much more fulfilling to eat pills you make yourself."

Despite the allure of Yao Chen's voice, Hun Qinghao remained unmoved, glancing at him indifferently and saying, "No! Why should I bother making my own pills when there are ready-made ones? It's time-consuming and laborious!"

Afterwards, Yao Chen tried his best to persuade Hun Qing, but still failed to change his mind.

Yao Chenxin was exhausted and gave up. This girl was so young, but she was really stubborn!

Seeing that he couldn't persuade Hun Qing, Yao Chen patted her shoulder and announced on the spot, "Alright, it's decided then. From now on, you're my disciple!"

Hun Qing was greatly shocked. She never expected this person to be even more domineering than herself. She was unwilling to become his disciple, yet he still tried to force her to do so.

"Who is your disciple? Have I acknowledged it?" Hun Qinghao slapped Yao Chen's hand away, her face arrogant. "I only acknowledge that you are my personal alchemist."

"No, it's teacher," Yao Chen corrected her with a serious expression.

Hun Qinghao gritted her teeth and stomped her foot, stubbornly insisting, "No, it's for alchemists only!"

The medicinal dust drifted in the air, accompanied by a deep, eerie laugh. "Hehehe, little girl, either kill Mu Gu, or call me teacher!"

"Damn it!" Hun Qing was furious and flung the Heavenly Soul Lock wrapped around his right wrist at Yao Chen in an instant.

"Get down here!" she shouted, her soul lock binding Yao Chen and pulling him down.

Bound by the Heavenly Soul Lock, Yao Chen, who had barely recovered some of his soul power after absorbing Xiao Yan's fighting spirit for three years, suffered a severe injury. His soul instantly became extremely illusory, and he almost lost his form.

"Little girl...you, what kind of weapon is this...?" Yao Chen collapsed to the ground, his voice broken and he struggled to finish a sentence. He looked extremely weak.

Hun Qinghao was also startled by this scene. Although the two of them had some disagreement about the last condition, she had already included Yao Chen in her group.

She didn't mean to hurt him; in her anger, she didn't care about anything else and instinctively threw out her usual weapon, the Heavenly Soul Lock.

"I..." Hun Qinghao retracted the soul lock and squatted in front of Yao Chen, looking at his weak appearance, somewhat at a loss.

But then she thought again and became self-righteous, "Who told you to anger me? I told you not to provoke me within my spatial confinement. Now look what happened, you were injured by my Heavenly Soul Lock. All the battle qi you absorbed over the past three years has been for nothing!"

"Ah, well, it's my fate..." Yao Chen smiled with a hint of self-deprecation, his voice sounding older, filled with endless helplessness and bitterness.

His emotions were successfully conveyed to Hun Qinghao, who clenched her hands tightly and then took off the purple jade ring from her right index finger after a moment.

"Wait here, let me see if I can find any medicinal herbs that can help you restore your soul power." Hun Qinghao muttered to herself as she rummaged through her ring. "You are my personal alchemist, don't worry, I, Hun Qinghao, would never abandon my own people!"

(End of this chapter)