Now that Senior Liao had spoken up to vouch for him, everyone finally realized that the stingy Beast Garden Master they had thought spent every day doing nothing but eating, drinking, relieving himself, sleeping, and beating his disciple was actually such a hardworking bookworm!
For a moment, many of them felt deeply ashamed of themselves.
Liu Yunan looked at Little Luan, whose eyes practically screamed, “Hurry up and let me be a lecturer too!” He hesitated before saying,
“Little Luan, the new disciples are all human, and they don’t know Beast Language, so lecturers have to use human speech the entire time, all right?”
Little Luan immediately thumped its chest twice with complete confidence.
“No problem!”
Liu Yunan continued,
“You can’t just lose patience and walk away whenever you feel like it. You have to patiently answer everyone’s questions, understood?”
Little Luan remained just as confident.
“No problem!”
Seeing how determined it was, Liu Yunan had already agreed in his heart. Still, he gave it one final reminder:
“Remember, lecturers aren’t allowed to beat their disciples.”
Little Luan: “…”
Little Luan hesitated for a while.
It turned its head and glanced at Da Tao. Da Tao subconsciously sneaked a look at it as well, and the master and disciple instantly locked eyes.
Only after quite some time did Little Luan turn back to Liu Yunan and answer reluctantly,
“All right, then.”
It could always beat Da Tao whenever its claws got itchy anyway.
Da Tao, however, was utterly unaware of what its master was thinking. The moment it heard Little Luan agree, its originally dull eyes lit up with golden radiance as it looked toward Liu Yunan.
“Cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck!”
It wanted to become a new disciple too! It wanted to attend classes in the new disciples’ cultivation hall!
Seeing how impatient Da Tao was, Little Luan found it extremely displeasing and shot it a disdainful sideways glance.
It did not stop Da Tao, though.
After all, Elder Liu had only said that it could not beat disciples while acting as a lecturer. He had never said anything about forbidding it during normal times.
Little Luan had thought it over carefully just now and decided that this was not particularly difficult for it.
After all, even if it became a lecturer, it would only have to teach one class every ten days.
There would still be plenty of opportunities to discipline its foolish disciple in between.
Naive Da Tao had no idea what its master was thinking. It merely felt a chill run down its back.
But it paid no attention to that and continued staring hopefully at Liu Yunan, wishing for his approval.
Liu Yunan, however, turned his gaze toward Lin Xiao.
Receiving the questioning look, Lin Xiao smiled and said to Da Tao,
“Of course. Anyone on our side who wants to go over and attend classes with the new disciples may do so. The cultivation hall belongs to the sect, so everyone is welcome to go in and study.”
And so, the matter of Little Luan becoming a lecturer was settled during that evening’s banquet.
Once the topic had ended, Old Master Lin, who had been silently puffing on his pipe nearby, suddenly asked,
“Yunan, how much longer will it take before the new disciples can be put to work?”
At his words, everyone perked up.
“That’s right, that’s right, Yunan. When can the newcomers start helping out?”
“Son, surely you don’t want your mother nagging you every day, do you?” Although Yang Jinshu’s Enforcement Hall was not particularly busy at the moment, that did not stop her from joining everyone in pressing him.
Liu Yunan: “…”
How was he supposed to explain that the newcomers had not even finished touring the sect today? They still had to continue the tour tomorrow, then go through the formal disciple acceptance ceremony, and then help with construction…
Their cultivation progress definitely would not be that fast.
At the very least, it would not be as fast as everyone hoped!
Did they think he had not figured out that they wanted the new disciples to start working immediately—preferably that very night?
The banquet finally ended with everyone bombarding Liu Yunan with questions about when the new disciples, that vast pool of labor, could finally be put to use.
The list of eleven lecturers and their duty roster were posted in the cultivation hall on the new disciples’ side that very night.
Afterward, Liu Yunan spent the entire night in the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall, alone at a desk with a pile of little notebooks, writing and drawing all over them.
Fortunately, he was now a Foundation Establishment cultivator. His physical constitution was excellent, and his recovery abilities far surpassed those of ordinary people.
Otherwise, Lin Xiao feared it would not be long before he developed severe nearsightedness and became frail from overwork.
The next day.
The sky had only just begun to lighten.
Rustling sounds of people getting out of bed were already coming from the thatched shelters on the new disciples’ side.
It was their first night sleeping in an unfamiliar place, and the shelters were extremely crude. Most of them had gone to bed fully dressed.
As a result, everyone’s clothes were wrinkled and rumpled when they got up that morning.
Someone suggested,
“Everyone, didn’t the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall give us sect uniforms yesterday? Why don’t we all change into them today?”
Everyone thought it was an excellent idea and agreed. They took the sect uniforms from their respective storage bags.
The clothes looked exactly the same as the ones many of them remembered.
Holding them before their eyes, they were overcome by a flood of emotion.
At last, they had become part of the group.
The new disciples used bedcovers to cordon off completely enclosed changing spaces at the farthest ends of both sides of the shelters.
That way, everyone could change clothes conveniently.
However, no one had expected even such a small matter to cause trouble.
Some people did not know how to take their clothes off, much less put them on.
A small portion of the new disciples had been born into wealthy families and had servants attending to them from childhood. They had never changed their own clothes before.
Even when they had come to take the disciple examination this time, servants had accompanied them the entire way.
Most of these people were young masters and misses from affluent families.
Those wealthy people who were a little older had at least lived for several decades. They could more or less manage to change clothes and put everything on properly.
The young masters and misses, however, were another matter entirely.
Xuanyuan Haoyue had just finished changing and crawled out of the changing area into the women’s shelter when several older sisters hurried over and pulled her aside. They helped straighten out the uniform she had put on all crooked.
The men’s side was in much the same state.
By the time everyone emerged from the shelters on both sides, dressed neatly from head to toe, the sky was already bright.
After washing up as best they could with the water from the large vats beside the shelters, the new disciples saw Liu Yunan appear before them.
Seeing that everyone had gotten up, washed, and dressed, Liu Yunan was extremely pleased.
They were all hardworking people.
Hardworking people were good.
Their sect desperately needed this fresh influx of diligent newcomers to help ease the burden of its daily affairs.
Since it was already the second day after the new disciples had entered the sect, yet they still had not begun proper cultivation, Liu Yunan, who was growing somewhat anxious, did not waste any time. He led them straight down the mountain.
This time, he even used the sect’s Wind Manipulation Technique, causing wind to gather beneath the disciples’ feet and allowing them to move along at astonishing speed.
The Wind Manipulation Technique had originally been created to improve the pollination success rate of certain plants in the spiritual fields that required pollination.
During busy farming seasons, Liu Yunan had occasionally been drafted to help out in the spiritual fields.
He had therefore taken the time to learn the technique as well.
Using it to hurry the new disciples along now could be considered a practical application of what he had learned.
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