Chen Feng didn’t keep them waiting long.
He had the applicants line up.
Then he simply walked past each one.
The system didn’t react at all.
He could only shake his head helplessly.
This immediately sparked a wave of complaints.
“This interview is way too random!”
“You didn’t even ask what talents I have.”
“Did you misjudge me? A fortune teller said I’m destined to wear a golden robe and feast on meat every day—I’m clearly cut out for great things.”
“Master Chen! I can do the splits—can’t you make an exception for me?”
...
Chen Feng was at a loss.
A hundred percent compatibility with the system’s techniques was proving hard to find.
Right now, he just wanted to take on more disciples.
This would boost both the martial arts techniques he could master and his vital energy value.
As for the issue of his insufficient cultivation realm,
his approach was to follow the path Zhang Bowen had once taken.
Master as many martial arts techniques as possible.
If one defensive technique couldn’t hold up,
then he’d layer ten defensive techniques together.
Chen Feng clearly remembered
his fight with Zhang Bowen.
Back then, his cultivation realm had been higher.
Yet under the same vital energy, he still couldn’t beat Zhang Bowen.
Zhang Bowen’s defensive techniques, in particular,
left a lasting impression.
Outer layer of innate true qi, inner layer of the Indestructible Diamond Sutra, plus the Nine Yang Divine Art for protection.
Several layers of defense stacked together
had proven exceptionally effective.
While supplementing his own techniques,
he could also slowly increase his vital energy.
This was Chen Feng’s only way to improve his vital energy now:
relying on disciples and the system.
His current vital energy value had already surpassed 100,000.
Chen Feng speculated that
his vital energy might have no upper limit.
At the very least, like the half-demon, he could reach around 150,000.
That would give him a physique comparable to an average Martial God,
just like Yin Hu back in the day.
Before his tribulation, Yin Hu could go toe-to-toe with a dragon that had already undergone tribulation.
This was the only method Chen Feng could think of to strengthen himself now.
But facing the skepticism of those seeking apprenticeship,
and to avoid hurting future recruitment,
Chen Feng had no choice but to tough it out and fabricate a lie.
He manifested a set of purple scales and a pair of horns on his head,
Then, addressing those unhappy people and those filming on their phones,
he spun his story:
“My qilin eyes can tell at a single glance whether you’re suited for my martial arts techniques.
And deceiving you does me no good.”
Chen Feng’s transformation actually managed to bluff them.
Though they were reluctant,
they had to accept the outcome.
Still, the recruitment continued.
Chen Feng worked nonstop, without rest.
Whenever someone new arrived,
he’d step forward.
If the system didn’t respond, he’d immediately tell them they failed.
In a single night, he interviewed tens of thousands, but not one succeeded.
Among them were geniuses with exceptional bone structure and talent.
This incident naturally topped the headlines across various news outlets.
The president of the Martial Arts Guild couldn’t help but complain:
“What is this Great Xia hero trying to do?”
“The seven-day deadline is almost here.”
“Instead of thinking of a solution, he’s running around taking disciples.
Is he afraid his future father-in-law will slap him to death and cut off his martial arts legacy?”
Feng Tengyun couldn’t figure it out either.
Why would Chen Feng suddenly do something so unusual?
The average citizen had no idea about the major event approaching.
But Chen Feng knew it well.
Given Chen Feng’s personality, how could he start recruiting disciples in such numbers at a time like this?
As time ticked by...
People from the other three continents had also come, drawn by reputation.
They all wanted to try their luck.
What if, just what if, they succeeded?
Liu Weiwei was busy helping her master manage the scene.
With her Martial Saint strength,
it was easy for her to use her pressure to control ordinary people and average martial artists.
Just then,
a somewhat awkward female voice rang out.
“Weiwei!”
Liu Weiwei turned to look.
She saw a stunning blonde with blue eyes,
who was waving at her.
“Angelina!”
“Why are you here too?”
Angelina was also a member of the Chosen Alliance.
She had good cultivation talent
and had already reached the level of top-tier martial artist,
serving as a squad leader under Liu Weiwei.
Angelina smiled and gave Liu Weiwei a hug, saying:
“I came to try my luck too.”
“Maybe I’ll even become the leader’s junior apprentice sister.”
Liu Weiwei smiled slightly and said:
“Becoming my junior apprentice sister isn’t easy.”
“Master says the candidate must be one hundred percent compatible with the martial technique to be accepted.”
“So far, we’ve checked nearly a hundred thousand people, and not a single one has been found.”
Angelina smiled helplessly.
“A one hundred percent match with a martial technique...”
“Your master’s standards are really strict.”
“No wonder the leader is so exceptional, becoming a Martial Saint at such a young age.”
“It turns out he is perfectly compatible with a martial technique.”
Chen Feng had just finished a full round of inspections,
and the system still hadn’t reacted.
He planned to return to the front of the villa to grab a drink and catch his breath.
But as soon as he reached Liu Weiwei’s side,
he heard the system prompt:
[Detected 100% compatibility with the Northern Dark Divine Technique.]
[Name: Angelina.]
Chen Feng was stunned.
What shocked him wasn’t finding a disciple,
but rather the martial technique this disciple had matched with—
it was the Northern Dark Divine Technique.
Of the nine disciples he had taken before,
none had repeated a technique.
Chen Feng had assumed that each new disciple would bring a new technique.
He hadn’t expected that the same technique could appear with another disciple.
If she started practicing the technique,
would the reward he received still be direct attainment of Heaven and Human Unity?
The problem was, he had already reached Heaven and Human Unity.
He wondered what the system would give him this time—
maybe a duplicate reward, or maybe none.
But since he hadn’t accepted a disciple in a while,
taking on a new one now could also reduce some of the outside complaints and doubts.
“Angelina, are you willing to be my disciple?”
Liu Weiwei, who was pouring tea for Chen Feng, and Angelina beside her, were both stunned.
Liu Weiwei hadn’t even introduced Angelina yet,
yet her master already knew her name.
“When did they meet?”
“Why has Angelina never mentioned this?”
Angelina was also shocked.
Mainly because she hadn’t even spoken before
Chen Feng directly offered to take her as his disciple.
And on top of that, he called her name right away.
“Could the leader have mentioned me to the hero of Daxia?”
Seeing them frozen, Chen Feng looked at Angelina and asked again:
“Angelina, are you willing to be my disciple?”
Angelina got so excited that she forgot how to speak the Daxia language.
She just nodded excitedly and said in the Western Continent language:
“To become your disciple is my honor!”
The scene quickly drew the attention of those nearby.
When they heard that Chen Feng was about to take the blue-eyed blonde as his disciple,
the crowd immediately erupted into chaos.
"The Great Xia hero has taken on a disciple, and it's a big golden retriever!"
"No way, who's the lucky one?"
"I really don't know what she has that I don't. Is my enhancement not big enough?"
"She's a real beauty. Looks like us guys don't stand a chance."
"Don't talk nonsense. Master Chen Feng has taken on male disciples before, hasn't he?"
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
