My Co-renting Lady Boss-Chapter 1613 - 1612: Refusing to Take a Master Even in Death
"Huh?"
Tang Ming lay on the ground, staring blankly at the old man: "But I crippled Sun Zhuangjia, and you’re sure you want to take me as your disciple?"
"Yes! Master, why do you want to take him? I was your first disciple."
Upon hearing this, Sun Zhuangjia lost his composure. He had originally hoped the old man would help him get revenge. Now, if Tang Ming becomes part of the sect, they’d be fellow disciples.
"Hmph, you ungrateful disciple. I trained you so hard back then, and you couldn’t bear it. You ran away as soon as you broke through to the Nine-star Martial Master, and because of your inadequate skills, you were beaten to a pulp just days after leaving."
The old man looked at Sun Zhuangjia with disdain: "If it weren’t for the fact that you’re my first disciple, I’d have killed you with my own hands."
"I..."
Sun Zhuangjia opened his mouth but was speechless.
"Senior, I appreciate your kindness, but I truly can’t be your disciple because I already have a master."
Tang Ming said awkwardly, looking at the old man.
"You have a master? Who is your master?" 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
The old man’s face turned cold.
"My master is called Tang Cha."
Tang Ming responded immediately.
"Tang Cha?"
The old man was puzzled, tilting his head and thinking for a long time, "Never heard of him, probably not someone powerful, otherwise I would know."
"This... Senior, how should I address you?"
Tang Ming curiously looked at the old man.
"You can call me Old Madman."
Old Madman introduced himself with a smile.
"That makes sense! My master’s name is probably just an alias; there’s no way he would know who Old Madman is, right?"
Tang Ming looked helplessly at Old Madman.
"There’s some truth to what you said."
Old Madman stroked his chin, "Regardless of whether you have a master, today you must apprentice under me, or you’ll never leave here alive."
"Based on what? Why force someone to be your disciple?"
Tang Ming protested dissatisfiedly.
"Don’t be ungrateful. Back then, Sun Zhuangjia begged me for a long time before I agreed to take him as a disciple. Now I’m actively taking you, and you dare refuse?"
Old Madman’s face turned cold as he looked at Tang Ming with disdain.
"He’s him, I’m me, he had no master before, but I have a master now."
Tang Ming adjusted his clothes and proudly looked at Old Madman: "Once a master, always a master. Have you ever seen anyone change their father?"
"You little brat, you’ve got quite the backbone."
Old Madman looked coldly at Tang Ming: "Just because you injured my disciple, you either become my disciple or I’ll kill you to avenge him."
"Fine, fine, kill him, avenge me!"
Sun Zhuangjia nodded repeatedly.
"Then kill me."
Tang Ming sat cross-legged on the ground, having realized he couldn’t resist the other party, he simply stopped resisting.
"You’re not afraid of death?"
Old Madman squinted, looking coldly at Tang Ming.
"Of course I fear death, but a man should know what to do and what not to do. Even if I die, I will never betray my master."
Tang Ming looked determinedly at Old Madman.
"Interesting, very interesting indeed."
Old Madman suddenly laughed, suddenly reaching out to grab Tang Ming, pulling him in front of him, and swiftly moving his hands over Tang Ming’s arms and legs.
"Ah!"
In Tang Ming’s scream, the joints of his four limbs were all dislocated by Old Madman.
"Boy, I won’t kill you, but I’ll reseal your cultivation, break your limbs. If you wish to be my disciple in the future, I’ll help you reattach them. If you don’t want to, I’ll torture you every day, so that living will be worse than dying."
Old Madman looked coldly at the pile of meat lying on the ground that was Tang Ming.
"You madman, if you’re going to kill me, just do it. Why use such methods?"
Tang Ming glared angrily at Old Madman, enduring the pain.
"Killing you is easy, like squashing an ant."
Old Madman smiled strangely, "But my purpose is to make you my disciple, not to kill you. Zhuangjia, take him to your room and tell the hospital that no one is allowed to approach him."
"Yes."
Sun Zhuangjia nodded excitedly, finally seeing Tang Ming being tortured, it was immensely satisfying!
"Tang Cha? I really don’t remember such a person, could he be a shady character as well?"
After dragging Tang Ming away, Old Madman fell into contemplation. Someone capable of producing such an excellent disciple as Tang Ming couldn’t be unknown!
"Heh heh, Tang Ming, you never dreamed you’d end up like this, did you?"
Sun Zhuangjia, dragging Tang Ming with broken limbs, happily brought him to the room next to Old Madman’s and threw him on the ground, ready to vent his hatred.
With his hands and feet crippled and his cultivation sealed, Tang Ming had no ability to resist Sun Zhuangjia for the moment.
Although Sun Zhuangjia was also a cripple in a wheelchair now, his mobility was much better than Tang Ming’s. After entering the room, he began to beat Tang Ming with a chair.
"Arrogant with me again? You stole my woman and crippled my cultivation. I must make your life a living hell."
Sun Zhuangjia vented with immense satisfaction.
After knowing Tang Ming, he never gained any advantage, but now he could completely trample Tang Ming underfoot, the feeling of reversing his fate was incredibly pleasurable.
"Sun, if you’re bold, kill me, otherwise I won’t spare you."
Tang Ming was beaten as he glared coldly at Sun Zhuangjia, with his head bleeding but showing no signs of compromise.
"You dare act tough?"
Seeing Tang Ming’s demeanor, Sun Zhuangjia was instantly furious, picking up a chair to smash it over Tang Ming’s head.
After a round of beatings, Tang Ming finally couldn’t hold on and passed out.
Just as Sun Zhuangjia was preparing to kill, he suddenly heard Old Madman’s voice, forbidding him from killing Tang Ming.
"Bah! You have the guts to keep being stubborn, Master said he’d make your life hell, and he certainly will."
Sun Zhuangjia dropped the chair, glaring at Tang Ming on the ground: "Killing you would be too easy; I’ll slowly torture you to death."
After venting, Sun Zhuangjia first left the room to find the hospital authority to ensure no interference in Tang Ming’s matters, and then returned to rest.
When Tang Ming regained consciousness, it was completely dark, Sun Zhuangjia was asleep in bed, and only the nightlight flickered in the room.
"Damn bastard, I won’t let you get away with this."
Tang Ming groaned weakly, slowly moving his body to the corner, struggling to prop his hand against the wall.
"Thinking dislocating my joints will make me submit, how ridiculous."
Tang Ming took a deep breath and, with force, rammed his shoulder against the wall.
"Crack."
With a crisp sound, Tang Ming forcibly snapped his shoulder back into place.
