Trillionaire's Slice of Life

Shoulder drives elbow, elbow drives hand, all the bodily strength gets mobilized, and had this strike landed on an ordinary person, it would have been enough to displace their internal organs.

However, just as she predicted, the little girl in front of her, looking like a doll, didn't make any move. Her body slightly swayed and vanished instantly from sight.

Failing to hit, Wu Youyou looked around only to find no trace of the little girl. Just as confusion arose, a crisp voice suddenly appeared from overhead!

"What's the matter? Is this all the Demon Lord has got?"

Wu Youyou looked up in horror. Her eyes widened dramatically, her pupils shrank to the size of pinheads, and her whole body began to tremble slightly.

Walking on air!

A legendary skill that only the top Great Grandmasters could wield.

Was this seemingly teenaged little girl actually such a terrifying existence?

And she actually dared to confront such terror, how overconfident was she?

At this moment, Wu Youyou's legs trembled slightly, and she stood rigidly rooted to the spot.

"Since you won't attack, now it's my turn!"

Floating midair, wrapped in a faint ethereal halo, the girl who looked like a deity suddenly stretched out her delicate fingers, then gently pressed them towards Wu Youyou's forehead on the ground.

Qin Lan's finger descended very slowly, so slowly that not only Martial Artists but even ordinary people could clearly see it.

Her tender finger, like a slow-motion scene from a TV, moved bit by bit with utmost determination towards the stiff Wu Youyou.

As the finger descended, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly grew more oppressive, a terrifying pressure enveloping the hall, making it almost suffocating.

At this moment, the surrounding maids instinctively stepped back, whereas near the couch, Wu Kunpeng's three direct disciples, two of whom were B-grade power young men, were tensing up, fully operating their Cultivation Technique to withstand the horrific pressure emitted by the Great Grandmaster.

An ordinary person could only avoid such terrifying pressure from a Middle-Rank Great Grandmaster, even B-grade Martial Artists had to use all their strength to resist it, yet around Chu Mo there was a no-go zone. Here, another Martial Arts Great Grandmaster, Lei Ting, casually blocked Qin Lan's fearful momentum, naturally inside the room, only Chu Mo, an ordinary person, could remain unperturbed.

On the edge of this commotion, B-grade warriors had to fight against it, while at the center of this vortex, Wu Youyou who was targeted and immobilized by a single finger from Qin Lan, now had her face turning purple-red.

She almost held her breath completely, her large phoenix eyes widened as the little finger continued to press down, the terror growing stronger, and when the fingertip was a mere fist away from her brow, the ethereal Qi almost materialized.

That highly coveted Innate True Qi completely enveloped the tender finger, and as it drew closer, Wu Youyou could no longer control her form; she gradually started to fall toward the ground.

Just as Wu Youyou's knees were about to hit the floor, an unknown strength surged within her, and the eighteen-year-old girl suddenly let out a sharp cry. It deafened those nearby, even shattering a Song dynasty vase closest to her, all the glass items in the hall were cracked by Wu Youyou's loud cry.

Merely with Wu Youyou's cry, the hall would lose artifacts worth over a billion.

However, at this moment, no one cared about those external things; everyone stared straight at Wu Youyou's nose that began bleeding, but she was slowly standing back up.

At this moment, the most anxious naturally was her father, Wu Kunpeng.

Wu Youyou was his only and most cherished daughter, whom he had sacrificed everything for, even his freedom, content to be Chu Mo's bodyguard, all to secure a better future for Wu Youyou.

Watching his precious daughter bleeding from the mouth, Wu Kunpeng felt as if his own heart was bleeding too. He wanted to step forward and stop it, but he knew this was a rare trial, only by passing this test could his daughter become a disciple of a Martial Arts Great Grandmaster, and if she failed, she might never have such a chance again in her life.

Wu Kunpeng was staring at his daughter, his fingernails dug into his palms, blood had already trickled down his fingertips, yet he felt nothing.

Just when Wu Kunpeng was about to feel heartbroken enough to vomit blood, in the center of the hall, Wu Youyou, who was being suppressed by the finger of a Great Grandmaster of martial arts, finally stood up again. Although she was spitting blood and seemed ready to collapse, she still bravely resisted the terrifying pressure and stood upright.

The next moment, as a little girl who looked like a Heavenly Immortal laughed lightly in mid-air, the terrifying pressure in the entire hall disappeared instantly, and at this time, without the terrifying pressure and her spirits relaxed, Wu Youyou's body collapsed toward the ground limply.

"Yuanyuan!"

"Big Sister!"

"Junior Sister!"

Beside the sofa, Wu Kunpeng, with a heart bleeding, and several disciples were about to rush forward to help Wu Youyou, who was about to hit the ground, when the eighteen-year-old girl bit her tongue slightly at the last moment. The intense pain dispersed the dizziness in her mind, and she managed to steady herself before hitting the ground.

At that moment, Qin Lan, with a smile finally flashing in her eyes, slowly said,

"She has some perceptiveness, so I will reluctantly accept her as my closed-door disciple!"

As Great Grandmaster Qin Lan finished speaking, Wu Youyou's face was filled with stupefaction; she hadn't yet realized what had happened. Beside the sofa, Wu Kunpeng, whose fist still bore traces of blood, immediately stepped forward, bowed with his hands clasped, and very respectfully said,

"I am Wu Kunpeng, Yuanyuan's father. Thank you for accepting my daughter. If you ever need anything in the future, just command me, and I will do my utmost to accomplish it."

Wu Kunpeng quickly tugged at his daughter's hand, signaling her to hurry and pay respect to her new master.

Becoming a disciple of a Great Grandmaster was a rare opportunity.

Moreover, what was more important was that his daughter was able to become a disciple under a female Great Grandmaster. In Wu Kunpeng's memory, there was not a single female Great Grandmaster in the entirety of Hua Country, but now, one was indeed standing right before him.

Perhaps only Mr. Chu Mo could have trained such a formidable presence.

However, unlike Wu Kunpeng's joy, Wu Youyou was still visibly confused. She stared straight at the little girl who was only as tall as her shoulders, unable to utter the words, "Meet the Master".

Yet, this was precisely the scene everyone wanted to witness. Wu Youyou had acquired a master, Wu Kunpeng had fulfilled his wish, and Chu Mo had also gained a half-step Grandmaster. It was joyous for everyone.

Naturally, in such a situation, no one cared what thoughts flitted through the mind of a little girl like Wu Youyou.

Just then, Chu Mo gently stood up, his face full of smiles as he spoke to Wu Kunpeng across,

"Dean Wu, I have already prepared a welcome feast at Tianxiang Garden. The fight is over, and the master has been recognized. Shall we head to Tianxiang Garden now to start the feast?"

Wu Kunpeng immediately nodded, but this time, when faced with Chu Mo, he no longer held the calm demeanor of moments before. It seemed from that moment on he had set aside his pride as a half-step Grandmaster and became cautious and respectful again.

"Mr. Chu, Yuanyuan has taken a master, and I have fulfilled my wish. According to our agreement, henceforth I will come under your lead. Just call me Kunpeng from now on. The title of Dean Wu can belong to the past!"

Wu Kunpeng bowed. He then earnestly requested,

"In the world of martial arts, taking a master is a major event. I hope Mr. Chu can arrange a ceremony where Yuanyuan needs to kowtow and present tea, personally kneeling to Grandmaster Qin, I hope Mr. Chu can fulfill this."