Strongest Medical Saint

Chapter 10 Registered Disciple

In a certain sense,

Shen Feng, as the Immortal Emperor, indeed appeared to ordinary people like an Immortal. It was just a pity that his cultivation had now completely dissipated, leaving even his body of an Immortal Emperor in chaos.

Fortunately, even without his cultivation, Shen Feng, as the former Immortal Emperor, still had many methods at his disposal.

To the people of Earth, these methods were absolutely unfathomable.

Ignoring the shock of Sun Wei and Sun Feihu, Shen Feng used the same method to help Xu Dong recover the severed tendons in his right leg.

Of course, after Xu Dong's tendons were restored, another jade bead in Shen Feng's palm turned to powder.

He now had only the last two jade beads left on him; helping Xu Dong was an act of spontaneity.

In the grand scheme of things, encountering Shen Feng here could also be considered an opportunity for Xu Dong.

After helping Xu Dong with his tendons, Shen Feng didn't delay any further; this time, he truly prepared to leave.

After all, he did not see any future interactions with Xu Dong.

Feeling his right leg able to move again and seeing Shen Feng about to walk out of the small woods, Xu Dong quickly scrambled up from the ground and called out, "Benefactor, please wait a moment."

Shen Feng paused in his steps and looked at Xu Dong with bewilderment.

Seeing that Shen Feng had actually stopped, Xu Dong didn't say another word, and with a "thud," he knelt down.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The thuds of his head forcefully hitting the ground echoed as he kowtowed three times to Shen Feng.

The skin on his forehead was scraped, and streaks of fresh blood emerged, but Xu Dong's expression became even more sincere, "Benefactor, if it weren't for you tonight, I would surely have died without a doubt, and my wife and children would have perished at the hands of those villains."

"I don't know how to repay you, Benefactor? I know for a person like you, akin to an Immortal, it's already a great kindness and benevolence to have helped me restore my useless limbs."

"Still, I have an impertinent request—can you take me as your disciple? I wish to learn from you as my master."

"I, Xu Dong, am just an ordinary person. It seems like you are new to this place; I can handle some day-to-day matters for you and help you with odd jobs. That will be enough for me."

Xu Dong's perceptiveness wasn't bad; judging from Shen Feng's attire and the fact he was in a deserted park at midnight, he guessed that Shen Feng must have just arrived in the city.

He knew this was an opportunity or, rather, a stroke of fortune. If he missed it now, he feared he might regret it for the rest of his life.

In his heart, he was genuinely filled with gratitude, and even if he was asked to lay down his life for Shen Feng at this moment, he wouldn't frown. He sincerely wished to take Shen Feng as his master.

There was no change in Shen Feng's expression as he proceeded to walk forward.

Once committed to a lord, he would never betray him until death — such was his destiny.

It was just that Xu Dong's talent was extremely low; even if he embarked on the path of cultivation, he likely wouldn't achieve much in the end.

Of course, what Shen Feng considered not a great achievement was, in a place like Earth, definitely enough to become a prominent figure; he was judging with the standards of the Immortal Realm.

Shen Feng spoke calmly, "Very well, with your meager talent, normally I would not accept you as a disciple. But seeing your sincere heart, I will take you on as a Registered Disciple for now."

In the Immortal Realm, Shen Feng had three female disciples of unmatched beauty.

The talents of those three disciples were of a monstrous level, far surpassing Xu Dong by tens of thousands of miles, and those three female disciples had always been fond of Shen Feng, dreaming that one day they could become his women.

Therefore.

Shen Feng's willingness to accept Xu Dong as a Registered Disciple was definitely an exception.

A Registered Disciple?

Xu Dong was momentarily unable to react.

Shen Feng's brows furrowed slightly as he said, "What? You are unwilling?"

Xu Dong's mind was in turmoil; as Shen Feng's voice reached his ears, he hurriedly snapped back to reality.

He then began to tremble with excitement—it was a moment of surprise like a pie falling from the sky; he felt it was the most exhilarating moment of his life up to now.

No words could describe his feelings at this moment.

Was this divine figure before him truly willing to take him on as a disciple?

Although it was just as a Registered Disciple, wasn't a Registered Disciple still a disciple?

His face flushed with excitement, he experienced an indescribable sensation; he even wanted to shout out loud to express his feelings at that moment.

Yet, he did not let himself get carried away, mindful of not being disrespectful in the presence of this divine figure.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!—"

Thus.

Xu Dong could only express his emotions by kowtowing, his forehead contacting the ground repeatedly in front of Shen Feng.

He was oblivious to the pain on his forehead.

After who knows how many kowtows, Shen Feng said, "Enough. From now on, you are my Registered Disciple; no need to kowtow anymore."

Xu Dong, his forehead oozing blood, stood up straight and said respectfully, "Yes, Master."