Eu só aceitei discípulos por acaso, como eles se tornaram Grandes Imperadores?
Após dez anos sendo considerado um inútil no Santuário Dayan, Ye Xinghe subitamente despertou o Sistema Supremo de Aceitação de Discípulos! [Ding! O pacote de iniciante foi entregue. Parabéns ao anfitrião por obter o talento divino ‘Caminho das Inscrições’ e a ‘Grande Formação de Supressão dos Imortais e Demônios’!] [Ding! Foi detectado que a força do anfitrião é muito baixa. Passiva ativada: toda vez que um discípulo aumentar poder ou compreensão, o anfitrião receberá dez vezes esse retorno!] Com o sistema de aceitação de discípulos ao seu lado, Ye Xinghe consegue aumentar seu poder sem esforço algum. Ele só consegue reclamar sem jeito: O sistema é generoso demais, nem se eu quiser passar despercebido eu consigo.
Eu só aceitei discípulos por acaso, como eles se tornaram Grandes Imperadores?
Dayan Sacred Land.
Tongtian Peak, main hall.
A dazzling golden light descended into the hall. As the radiance faded, a dignified man dressed in white appeared, his gaze fixed coldly on a black-clad youth lying on a meditation mat. He said sternly, “Ye Xinghe, tomorrow marks the ten-year deadline. If you cannot recruit any disciples by then, I will have no choice but to expel you!”
The black-clad youth sighed deeply, nodding helplessly.
Recruit disciples? What a joke!
Since his transmigration, his so-called master had been ambushed and killed, dragging him down as well. His meridians had been destroyed, leaving him crippled.
Up to now, Ye Xinghe’s cultivation level was effectively zero.
Though he was nominally the peak lord of Tongtian Peak, he possessed no real power. Even novice disciples could easily defeat him.
As a result, many disciples looked down on him with contempt, not taking him seriously at all.
Throughout the entire Dayan Sacred Land, from the Holy Lord down to the disciples, all regarded Ye Xinghe as a disgrace and had long wished to see him gone.
Ye Xinghe, licking his wounds, said, “Holy Lord, my master and I were guarding the sacred spirit mine for the land. We were ambushed by treacherous foes and nearly perished. Though we have no great accomplishments, we have suffered much…”
“Enough! I’ve heard this a hundred times already! I’ve already given you ten years out of mercy. Tomorrow, you will leave on your own accord!”
The Holy Lord, tired of his excuses, turned
