The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy nodded reluctantly.
Then, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy's arm was gradually surrounded by black mist.
"What kind of sorcery is this?" the first disciple asked in surprise, looking at the black light emanating from Mu Anxiao's fingertips.
The second disciple glanced at the first disciple, "Who knows, but seeing her like this, she really doesn't look like a demon."
"Why not?" the first disciple asked again.
"She's too harmless-looking, especially her height..."
"Shut up," the man said coldly.
Instantly, the first and second disciples both pursed their lips.
The girl looked at Mu Anxiao's profile, a smile playing on her lips, and said, "Dad, I told you she was powerful, didn't I?"
"Even if she is powerful, you won't marry her."
"Why not?" the girl pouted.
"Because you have no immortal fate, and secondly, you are still too young. Give up this idea and cultivate properly," the middle-aged man said coldly.
"I..." The girl frowned, glanced at Mu Anxiao, and said, "Dad, you're wrong, I have immortal fate."
"You don't," the middle-aged man insisted.
"My immortal friend said I do, so I do," the girl insisted.
"I had a master test you, there can be no mistake," the middle-aged man said excitedly.
Mu Anxiao, feigning skill, lightly waved her palm through the air above the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy's arm, and turned to look at the middle-aged man who was glaring at his daughter, saying, "She has immortal fate, shouldn't you be happy?"
"You shut your mouth," the middle-aged man glared at Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao was not angered, calmly turning back to look at the boy's recovered arm and saying, "There."
"Thank you," the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy's complexion gradually returned to normal.
Mu Anxiao smiled faintly, spread her hands, "I healed your wound, and I just subdued that demoness for you. Counting it up, fifty taels is enough."
"Ah?" The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy darted his eyes and said timidly, "I am a cultivator, where would I have silver?"
"You don't," Mu Anxiao said, pushing herself up on her knees and turning to the middle-aged man, asking, "Is he your disciple?"
"Yes, but," the middle-aged man looked at the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, "not anymore."
"You are truly mercenary," Mu Anxiao said, looking up at the sky that had suddenly cleared and letting out a sigh of relief, "Finally gone."
"What did you say?" the middle-aged man asked, frowning.
Mu Anxiao ignored the middle-aged man, instead turning to look at the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy who had stood up and said, "Your master has abandoned you. From today onwards, you will follow me until the debt is repaid, and then you will be free."
"You're leaving?" the girl asked eagerly.
"Not leaving, staying here," Mu Anxiao sneered at the middle-aged man, "to see your father's face."
"You can't leave," the middle-aged man suddenly said.
Mu Anxiao scoffed disdainfully, "I'm not your disciple, why should you care?"
"I know who you are now," the middle-aged man said coldly.
Mu Anxiao snorted and said nothing.
The girl smiled, "Dad, I told you she was an immortal, and now you finally believe me."
"Shut up," the middle-aged man gave the girl a look, then turned to Mu Anxiao, "Speak, what kind of demon are you."
"What business is it of yours what kind of demon I am? At the very least, I wouldn't teach my disciples harmful arts," Mu Anxiao said, deliberately putting on airs.
"Where is your servant?" the middle-aged man asked.
Mu Anxiao rolled her eyes and looked towards the door, shouting, "Shen Yan, come out!"