When Lin Yi arrived at Eternal Sect, it immediately caused quite a stir, because he was actually the Sect Master’s disciple!
“Strange! Strange!”
Su Xiaomo held a bowl of fried rice, squatting at the cafeteria entrance.
To be taken as a disciple by the Sect Master, he should have something extraordinary about him.
Indeed.
Among Lingyuan Continent’s countless warriors, only Lin Yi was chosen. His natural talent naturally went without saying.
“Qingyang.”
Jun Changxiao said: “Arrange a room.”
“Yes!”
Li Qingyang took Lin Yi to his lodgings.
On the road, using spiritual sense to observe, he discovered that although this person had no martial dao aura, his eyes transmitted a different luster, with clear distinctions from ordinary lower realm people. So he thought to himself: “This person should be quite special.”
Because of having the title of “Sect Master’s Disciple,” the newly entered Lin Yi was arranged in an independent courtyard, even having his own cultivation room.
“Junior Brother.”
Li Qingyang placed an entry handbook on the table, along with a set of neat school uniform, saying: “Adapt for two days first, then begin formally cultivating martial dao.”
“Many thanks, Senior Brother.”
Lin Yi appeared very polite.
However, after Li Qingyang left, his gaze revealed confusion.
How is Father still alive?
He didn’t know that his father faking death was to stimulate his fighting spirit, then… there was no then, because it was forcibly interrupted by Jun Changxiao, and everything originally set up also completely changed.
…
After bringing Lin Yi back to the sect, Jun Changxiao didn’t rush to go out. He instructed Old Wei and the others to speed up greening, and caught up with Aunt Wang and others.
“Boy.”
Aunt Wang placed a bowl of noodles on the table, saying: “These past few years, there’s been a young man called Ye Feng waiting for you.”
“Ye Feng?”
Jun Changxiao picked up chopsticks, his thoughts returning to the past.
“Big Brother, when I grow up, I’ll definitely go find you in Southwest Yangzhou!”
“Little brat, this seat will wait for you!”
“Big Brother, my name is Ye Feng—the ‘ye’ of maple leaf, the ‘feng’ of maple leaf!”
This conversation came from when Jun Changxiao went to East Sea Fishing Region and eliminated the Zhenwei Great Emperor who was deceiving the world. He’d had an exchange with a child.
“So it’s him.”
Jun Changxiao smiled and picked up the noodles to eat.
Just walking out of Yunlai Inn, that young man called Ye Feng blocked the doorway, emotions excited: “Sect Master Jun, I finally waited for you!”
“Ye Feng?”
“It’s me, it’s me!”
Jun Changxiao said: “Back then at Zhenwei City, you seemed to be only three to five years old. Didn’t expect you’d grow this big.”
“Sect Master Jun still remembers me!”
“Of course, this seat won’t forget the agreement between you and me.”
The so-called agreement was that one would come to Southwest Yangzhou to find him, one would wait. Although the place changed to the Eternal Realm, at least it perfectly filled this big plot hole that readers couldn’t forget.
“Thud!”
Just then, Ye Feng knelt on the ground, saying: “Please, Sect Master Jun, accept me into the sect! Even being a menial disciple is fine!”
“Decent natural talent.”
Jun Changxiao nodded: “You can enter the sect.”
Ye Feng first froze, then said in wild joy: “Many thanks, Sect Master!”
…
These past few days, Eternal Sect had quite a few newcomers—like City Lord Ke’s son, like Lin Yi, and now Ye Feng.
Actually in the Upper Realm, Jun Changxiao almost never opened the mountain gate to accept people. Now inheriting the Xuanyuan Realm, he planned to develop, letting the sect’s numbers and overall strength grow more and more, grow stronger and stronger.
Of course.
Previously not recruiting was because each additional disciple equaled an additional burden.
Now recruiting again was because the Eternal Realm’s heaven and earth attributes were too strong—no matter how many came, they could all be supported.
“My goal is…” Standing atop the mountain peak, Jun Changxiao had just opened his mouth when the system stole his words: “No cavities!”
“Scram!”
Jun Changxiao rarely became serious, but the system instead got mischievous.
…
“Whoosh!”
The Eternal cut through the universe’s starry sky, continuing to fly toward other planes.
Jun Changxiao was a man of action. Every time he passed a plane, he would select youths with extraordinary aptitude, and after seeking their opinions, bring them back to Eternal Sect.
“New people came again.”
“This is already the ninety-ninth one.”
“Let’s go welcome them.”
As one new disciple after another was accepted into the sect, Su Xiaomo and Li Fei were kept extremely busy. After all, they had to give the newcomers a vivid cultural lesson.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
The happy football frequently burst forth, newly entered disciples frequently embedded in walls, deeply experiencing Eternal Sect’s unique culture and deeply engraving it in their hearts.
…
Half a month’s time.
Jun Changxiao toured the lower realm in a big circle, going to over a hundred planes, recruiting over a thousand geniuses, then uniformly handed them over to the Ning brothers for training.
It could be said.
Those he chose were worthy of being called heaven’s favored ones.
Many people’s talents even completely crushed the former disciples like Li Qingyang.
Especially Lin Yi and Ye Feng—these two fully proved that the four great surnames of web novels were definitely not just a joke, but had real substance!
“Sect Master.”
In the great hall, Liu Sinan praised: “The newly entered Lin Yi and Ye Feng are simply two pieces of uncarved jade.”
“The others aren’t bad either.” Gongsun Hou said.
Recently, these high-level officials, when they had nothing to do, liked to secretly observe the newly entered disciples. They discovered that not only were their talents extremely high, but they were also very dedicated—truly good seedlings for cultivating martial dao.
Jun Changxiao said: “If they’re all handed over to the Ning brothers for training, I’m afraid they’ll be too busy. All the elders can help share the burden.”
“Alright!”
Liu Sinan and the others agreed.
As elders, they were usually quite idle. Taking time to cultivate moldable talents wasn’t bad.
Jun Changxiao said: “Every year, hold a grand competition at Dragon Head Peak. Each elder will send outstanding disciples to compete. The victor will receive generous rewards, and their elder peak will also receive benefits.”
Hearing this, Liu Sinan and the others’ eyes brightened.
“Of course.”
“Those with poor results, along with their elder peaks, will also be punished together. Tentatively set at cleaning toilets for one year.”
Hearing this, Liu Sinan and the others were immediately dumbfounded.
“Any objections?”
“No objections!”
“Then go select talents.”
Jun Changxiao added: “Remember, you can only recruit newly entered disciples. Old veterans like Li Qingyang and core disciples aren’t included. As for Lin Yi and Ye Feng, they naturally count as my Dragon Head Peak disciples.”
Swish!
Liu Sinan and the others in the great hall all disappeared together.
They finally understood—the reason the Sect Master had been crazily recruiting disciples recently was because he saw that they’d been too idle in the past, so they must be kept busy.
Definitely.
Formation Hall and Forging Hall were busy as dogs every day.
A group of elders were instead bored out of their minds. This situation had to change.
“Sect Master.”
Young Master Yuan said: “Hall Master Zi has also been quite idle recently. I think we can consider having Spirit Beast Hall also participate in the grand competition. Only then can we fully mobilize their emotions and the sect’s atmosphere.”
Elders training disciples, holding grand competitions annually, winners rewarded and losers punished—this was his suggestion. Now he turned the gun barrel toward Ah Zi. Simply… utterly conscienceless!
“Achoo!”
Spirit Beast Hall. The Purple Lin Demon King, whose index finger and thumb gently pinched an embroidery needle while earnestly mending a school uniform, suddenly sneezed, then rubbed his nose, alert: “Ominous premonition!”
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