I Have A Disciple Simulator

On the Martial Arts Platform, two figures fought bare handed, each punch carried the force of a gale and landed with the sound of thunder.

Mount Shu’s leading disciple, Li Changye, and the Martial Alliance’s leading disciple, Ye Wen, were purely competing in martial prowess. Surprisingly, their battle lasted over two periods of tea before a winner could be determined.’ “It is said that Martial Alliance’s Elder Ye, with his unique physique, fought alone and repelled ten Demon Sect elders. I didn’t believe it, but seeing him fight evenly with the senior brother who possesses the Eternal Wilderness Body, it seems the rumors are true.”

Zhao Wuyan and a group of Mount Shu elders, as well as elders from other sects, watched the match in silent tension, focused on this pure display of martial technique.

“Grandmaster Chen, you have taken on a good disciple indeed. His physique is as strong as the Eternal Wilderness Body.”

Taiyuan Zhenren said to the Martial Alliance Leader Master Chen, leaning slightly towards him.

“Ha-ha, this disciple of mine excels in character and bears quite a resemblance to my younger days,” said Master Chen, stroking his beard in satisfaction after hearing Taiyuan Zhenren’s praise.

The other Sect Leaders were also slightly surprised; the Martial Alliance was indeed understated and profound. Ye Wen’s talent was sufficient to take up the alliance’s banner in the future.

“Lt Changye, even though I can match you in martial arts, this is under the premise that you ‘re not using Divine Skills. It seems I still can’t defeat you, you freak. I admit defeat.”

Ye Wen separated from Li Changye and conceded voluntarily.

“Today’s battle with you was intense, and I’m sweating profusely. Truly, the Martial Alliance deserves its reputation as the Holy Land of Body Refinement.” Li Changye himself was soaked with sweat; few could push him to this extent. “The senior brother has won again. Next up is the second brother.”

Second brother, you must do your best.”

The numerous Mount Shu elders were anxiously concerned; if the second brother were defeated, how would the junior disciple Lu Changshengbe able to bear the burden?

My physique isn’t as strong as the senior brother’s; I won’t be comparing martial techniques with someone from the Martial Alliance.”

Song Wuchuan took to the stage, wielding Mount Shu’s swordsmanship and Daoist techniques.

In the ranks of the disciples from the six Orthodox Sects, Song Wuchuan’s talent was enough to be placed at the forefront, second only to supreme geniuses like Li Changye, Master Mingzhi, Ye Wen, Xia Ningxue, and Zhuge Changming.

Within the time it takes to brew a pot of tea, Song Wuchuan had already secured victory.

“Thank you for the match,” said Song Wuchuan, bowing slightly in respect.

Mount Shu secured two victories first, defeating the Martial Alliance.

“Phew…”

The many Mount Shu elders breathed a sigh of relief.

If Song Wuchuan had been defeated, Lu Changsheng would have had to compete against the Martial Alliance’s third elder.

The final match was between Mount Shu and the Inquiry Immortal Pavilion, and whichever sect won would lead the six Orthodox Sects for the next thousand years in their joint struggle against the four Great Demon Sects.

This was a great honor!

“I originally thought it would be Immeasurable Temple facing Mount Shu, but unexpectedly it’s Inquiry Immortal Pavilion.”

“Fairy Su of Inquiry Immortal Pavilion has good Qi Destiny; her newly accepted disciple is a once-in-ten-thousand-years prodigy.”

“Fairy Su’s disciple reminds me of someone.”

“And who might that be, Temple Master Yu?”

“The Immortal who founded Inquiry Immortal Pavilion twenty-thousand years ago. She defeated the Sect Leader of Mount Shu at that time, suppressed Xia State by herself, and exterminated all the high-ranking members of the Demon Sects.”

“That Immortal could be considered the most exceptional genius since the Ancestral Master of Mount Shu. If Xia Ningxue possesses a similar talent, then the landscape of Xia State could change significantly in a few hundred years.” The leaders of the six Orthodox Sects had a longing discussion about this ancient legend.

“What will be, will be. For now, our Inquiry Immortal Pavilion will be the one to win against Mount Shu.”

The words of the Fairy Pavilion Master brought everyone’s thoughts back to the Martial Arts Platform.

Mount Shu’s leading disciple, Li Changye, faced off against Inquiry Immortal Pavilion’s leading disciple Zeng Yeqiu.

“I am not your match; I admit defeat.”

Unexpectedly, Zeng Yeqiu, who was at the eighth level of the Dao Palace realm, knew that he was not a match for Li Changye and conceded directly.

The elders of the various major sects were not surprised either.

Li Changye was invincible in the Dao Palace realm; Zhuge Changming and Ye Wen were both defeated, let alone Zeng Yeqiu of the eighth level of the Dao Palace realm.

The second match between Mount Shu and Inquiry Immortal Pavilion was critical.

If Song Wuchuan won, then Mount Shu would claim the championship with two victories.

If Xiao Meng’er won, then the third match would have to be held, which is to say, Lu Changsheng of Mount Shu would face Xia Ningxue of Inquiry Immortal Pavilion.

Given the terrifying talent Xia Ningxue had shown, if a third match was to take place, it appeared that Inquiry Immortal Pavilion had a greater chance of winning.

Brother Song must not lose, otherwise, Lu will have to carry the burden.”

“However, Xiao Meng’er has already cultivated the Supreme Forgetting Emotion Art to the sixth level; Brother Song’s chances of winning are not great.”

No matter what, it is still a better chance than if Lu were to face Xia Ningxue.” ‘Both Brother Song and Xiao Meng’er are at the eighth level of the Dao Palace realm; Brother Song might have a chance.”

The people of Mount Shu were tense; the match between Song Wuchuan and

Xiao Meng’er was of utmost importance.

“My disciple has cultivated the Supreme Forgetting Emotion Art to the sixth level, Song Wuchuan is destined not to be her opponent,” said the Fairy Pavilion Master condescendingly as she watched the match with the other five sect leaders, her words brimming with confidence.

Taiyuan, the real person, frowned slightly, “Fairy Su, although the Supreme Forgetting Emotion Art is one of the top cultivation techniques in the world, it may lead to endless troubles in the future. Inquiry Immortal Pavilion should avoid practicing it unless absolutely necessary.”

“Mind your own business.”

The second match had already started.

Song Wuchuan channeled his Earth Rank heart method, his aura surging violently. With a gesture from his left hand, his longsword emitted a soft cry, soaring into the sky, radiating a brilliant azure light!

“Privately use it to the utmost, but use it for the public in the greatest extent. Life is controlled by qi. Death is the root of life, and life is the root of death. Benevolence is born from harm, and harm is born from benevolence…” Xiao Meng’er from Inquiry Immortal Pavilion formed signs with her ten fingers, and an invisible, ice-cold aura spread around her.

Song Wuchuan felt as if he was being watched by a pair of ice-cold eyes from the heavens, sending shivers down his spine.

Humming!

Xiao Meng’er’s blue longsword was drawn from its sheath, bringing an unstoppable momentum as it slashed towards Song Wuchuan.

As the sword momentum approached, the Martial Arts Platform could not withstand the mountain-like pressure and started to crack.

“The Supreme Forgetting Emotion Art is truly Inquiry Immortal Pavilion’s sect-defending skill. Xiao Meng’er has practiced it to the sixth level; it wouldn’t be surprising if Second Brother lost.”

“Xiao Meng’er was originally a genius that Inquiry Immortal Pavilion trained to compete with our Big Brother; Second Brother facing her is somewhat forced.”

The people of Mount Shu watched with trepidation.

The fight between Song Wuchuan and Xiao Meng’er was exceptionally intense; the sword qi crisscrossed, leaving the Martial Arts Platform riddled with holes. Streams of invisible sword qi, like swimming dragons, collided violently and dissipated in the air.

Dozens of feet of sword qi in mutual attack and defense, the halo of light extended for miles, and the air vibrated with a series of explosive forces raging. The fierce battle lasted for half an hour, and a figure fell from the Martial Arts Platform, planting the longsword into the ground and carving out a sword mark to stabilize his figure.

The one left on the Martial Arts Platform was a woman in a light blue long dress.

“Song Wuchuan of Mount Shu, defeated.”

The crowd was silent.

Especially the majority of the Mount Shu elders, their faces turned pale.

With Song Wuchuan defeated, the third match was inevitable.

The most feared situation had occurred.