Talent Requirements

"Master, many people have gathered in the square, all coming to apprenticed under you."

Zhong Qing walked in and said softly.

"Oh?"

Yi Feng was startled for a moment, his face full of surprise. Just as he was about to walk outside, he noticed Zhong Qing next to him hesitating as if he had something to say.

"My disciple, do you have something you want to say?" Yi Feng asked gently.

"Master, I wonder, are you really a cultivator?!" Zhong Qing said full of expectation.

"Heaven's secrets cannot be revealed, you'll know in due time."

Yi Feng lovingly rubbed Zhong Qing's little head.

He really didn't have the heart to deceive this hardworking disciple, but at the same time didn't want him to be disappointed.

So for this question, it was still best to avoid it for the time being.

After collecting a hundred disciples, when he himself could cultivate, that would be the best answer.

Glancing at Zhong Qing who was rubbing his head with a silly look on his face, Yi Feng smiled and stopped paying attention to him. He hurriedly walked towards the square.

He didn't know what to expect until he took a look, which gave him a shock.

Under the lead of these old men and women, the square was filled with people.

If anyone else was here, their eyeballs would probably fall out.

Because at this moment in the square, apart from those elders with hidden cultivation levels, all the young people were without exception heaven's proud sons, and the lowest cultivation level was already at the Human Immortal realm.

Of course.

This did not mean they were monstrously talented to such an extent.

It was because the recent Immortal Rain across the Immortal Continent, that caused all cultivators on the whole continent to make great progress.

Additionally, the vast majority of them had also benefited from the seniors living in Pingjiang City.

It could even be exaggerated to say that this group of heaven's proud sons had been entirely brought up from the trash heap outside the martial halls.

After all for these juniors, even a scrap of torn paper from that trash heap could allow them to gain insight for life.

And it was precisely this group of heaven's proud sons, along with elders whose cultivation could not be discerned, all standing respectfully in the square, with looks of reverence on their faces.

Yi Feng roughly counted, there were about several dozen young people who had come to apprentice.

Yi Feng was overjoyed.

These old folks had instantly completed over half his task of collecting disciples!

Just then, scolding sounds came from the distance.

"Old ancestor, although you barely got me to the Human Immortal realm, with my physique, even fighting an Eighth Layer Martial Emperor would be difficult, I might as well not embarrass myself!" an obese man, looking like a small mountain with his plump figure, reluctantly dragged his feet over. His small eyes darting about as he said reluctantly.

"Chi Yitong, you better get over there right now, do you know how many people want this opportunity but don't have it. You have this opportunity yet don't know to cherish it!" The old man was furious, kicking Chi Yitong's bottom a few times.

For Chi Yitong's fat body, these kicks were completely painless, but out of respect for the old man's authority, he had no choice but to lumber over with his head down.

"Hehe, sorry, sir, we're late."

The old man said apologetically, forcibly pulling Chi Yitong as they squeezed into the crowd.

But unexpectedly, this rebellious disciple secretly took out a pig's trotter and started sneakily gnawing away.

"Eating again, that's all you know, losing all of our Chi family's face."

"Old ancestor, but I'm really hungry!"

"How dare you talk back."

The old man hit Chi Yitong several times, scolding resentfully.

The other handsome and talented youths also showed looks of disdain upon seeing this fatty, how could such a person also have the qualifications to be here.

"Hehe, excuse me everyone, excuse me."

The old man kept awkwardly smiling apologetically, while secretly kicking Chi Yitong fiercely several more times.

"It's fine." Yi Feng laughed.

As long as he could bring him disciples, being a little late was negligible, after all there was one more person, meaning a bit more progress for him.

After waiting a while longer and seeing almost everyone had arrived, Yi Feng started taking in disciples.

Glancing around, he directly chose Chi Yitong first, considering his physique and various aspects made him so outstanding.

"You come over." Yi Feng said lightly.

The fat man who had been gnawing on a pig's trotter raised his head.

The others also couldn't believe as their gazes looked towards Chi Yitong.

"What are you still dazing around for, the master called you!" The Chi family elder kicked Chi Yitong's bottom again and shouted loudly.

Hearing this, Chi Yitong finally came to his senses and hurriedly wiped the oil from his mouth as he respectfully ran over to Yi Feng.

"Let me check your aptitude!" Yi Feng acted pretentiously, rubbing Chi Yitong's shoulder and looking at his palm, lightly nodding his head.

Actually.

How could he discern anyone's aptitude.

But this was in front of so many people after all, so as the sect leader, he had to keep up appearances.

Of course.

He still got the system to check for him.

It was super trash aptitude.

But Yi Feng didn't care whether the aptitude was trash or not, the key was to accept disciples.

"Mm, aptitude is average, but can be made into talent with some effort." Yi Feng solemnly lied.

Upon hearing this.

There were startled cries from the crowd.

Countless gazes of envy landed on Chi Yitong.

And Chi Yitong himself also blankly stayed in place.

The most excited one had to be that Chi family elder.

He himself had also gotten to Pingjiang City by chance, and his later generations really had nothing worthwhile, so he had brought Chi Yitong on a gamble.

He had never harbored any hopes to begin with.

But unexpectedly, the first one selected was Chi Yitong.

"Hahaha, my Chi family will flourish!"

The Chi family elder burst into laughter on site, bowing repeatedly to Yi Feng.

Yi Feng awkwardly rubbed his forehead.

Completely speechless.

Wasn't this too excited?

If this elder found out he was just an empty shell, who knows what his reaction would be.

But nevermind.

As long as he collected 100 disciples, his identity as a cultivator would be well-deserved.

He imperceptibly smiled.

Continuing to emanate the aura of a sect leader, acting pretentiously as he scanned the crowd.

Under Yi Feng's gaze, one young talent after another was stirred up, all casting gazes of hope towards Yi Feng.

However.

Just as Yi Feng was about to casually pick someone to be the next disciple, a voice suddenly popped up in his mind.

"Ding."

"Host's newly accepted disciple's aptitude is lacking, mission progress still 3/100."

"What the heck?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Yi Feng instantly went blank in shock.

"What, there are requirements to accepting disciples?" Yi Feng couldn't help but ask the system in his mind.

"Ding."

"Requirements for accepting disciple: Minimum aptitude - Ordinary."

"Ordinary aptitude?"

Yi Feng's eyes flickered as he heaved a sigh of relief.

That was good.

It was just ordinary aptitude.

That wasn't too worrying.

After all, his own useless little disciple Zhong Qing also had ordinary aptitude, so there should still be quite a large portion of the dozens people here who had ordinary aptitude right?

"Activate aptitude detection."

"Detect all people present."

Yi Feng transmitted his voice to the system, then raised the corners of his lips waiting for the results.