Lu Xun's words brought a moment of silence to the surroundings. Everyone froze for several seconds, and not a single person spoke.
The Teacher's disciple?
What was this man thinking? He actually wanted to become the Teacher's disciple?
He was already beautiful enough, yet he still dreamed beautifully!
Upon hearing this, Mao Nanbei initially found it absurd, but she could not help glancing at Lu Xun. Surprisingly... she admired him a little?
"As expected of the mount I picked. You have ambition and drive!" The little loli started showing off again.
The surrounding disciples watching the spectacle began whispering softly. Finding them a little noisy, she raised an eyebrow.
If this had been outside, she might already have flown into a rage. "Keep talking? Keep talking and I'll chop your heads off with one slash!"
But these were her juniors, after all. She had an image to maintain and wanted to preserve her dignified bearing as an elder, though she always ended up blowing it...
Seeing Mao Nanbei raise her brow, Elder Qiu Shui roughly guessed that she was displeased and coldly said, "Silence!"
The disciples obediently shut their mouths, but their gazes remained fixed on Lu Xun.
In truth, even Elder Qiu Shui was quite curious, because people like this had not appeared in a very long time.
The Teacher did take disciples, and he had never publicly declared Mao Nanbei to be his final disciple.
Since she was not his final disciple, that meant he was still willing to accept more disciples.
The Teacher enjoyed teaching others. That was no secret. It was simply that his standards for accepting disciples were rather bizarre.
He was someone who valued fate and opportunity, and his mind was eccentric. Every time he set conditions for taking a disciple, they were different. Once he found someone who met those conditions, he would change them.
For instance, his previous condition had been:
"I like cats. I want to take a cat demon as my disciple."
Then he wandered down the mountain for several years. By the time he returned, Mao Nanbei was already sprawled across his shoulder.
Just like that, a little cat demon inexplicably became one of the highest-ranking figures in the Demon Sect.
Even the Sect Master had to respectfully call her Little Martial Uncle whenever he saw her.
The Teacher had always acted so casually, even somewhat rashly.
No one knew what he was thinking now, much less what he would think next. In any case, he had plenty of tricks up his sleeve.
He had his own set of standards. It was not as if he would take a liking to you simply because you were a peerless genius with extraordinary talent, someone rarely seen once in a hundred years.
After all, he himself was one of the most legendary figures on the Tian Chen Continent. Over his long life, the Teacher had probably beaten up quite a few geniuses as impressive as you.
As for the new standards the Teacher had set for accepting disciples, they sounded exaggerated when spoken aloud—or rather, they were practically impossible to accomplish.
Therefore, when Lu Xun asked that question, Mao Nanbei instinctively froze for a moment.
After thinking it over, she looked at Lu Xun and asked, "Do you really want to know?"
"Yes." Lu Xun nodded.
Actually, he knew what the requirements were this time. Back then, that lucky player had completed several hidden quests before being brought to the Demon Sect. By chance, he learned of these requirements, met them successfully, and was accepted as the Teacher's disciple.
There had been a forum post detailing the entire process. Lu Xun had read it all back then and followed the crowd by leaving a comment below: "Jealousy makes my face hideous; jealousy splits my atoms apart."
The only reason he had asked again was to make sure.
After all, Heavenly Dust had not even entered open beta yet. He had effectively traveled back three years. Who knew whether the requirements were still the same?
If the conditions were unchanged, he would have to use one of his three resurrection chances.
Mao Nanbei sat on Murong Yan's shoulder, looking levelly at Lu Xun.
A mountain breeze swept past, stirring her hair.
Her cat ears twitched slightly in the wind. After pondering for a moment, she said, "The first condition is that you must be an ordinary person without cultivation."
"You meet that condition."
Hearing this, Lu Xun breathed a sigh of relief. The reason he had not formally begun cultivating the Qi Devouring Art was precisely because of this requirement.
"Are there any other conditions?" he continued.
"The second condition is that you must be under thirty years old," Mao Nanbei continued.
Although Lu Xun had traveled into a game character, he had chosen an appearance age of eighteen when creating the character, so he met this condition as well.
He just did not know why there was such a requirement. They even cared about age.
Many people believed cultivation was like martial arts: one had to begin from childhood, or one would struggle to achieve anything in this lifetime. In truth, that notion was somewhat absurd.
Even in some folk legends from China, there were many stories of elderly people attaining the Dao and ascending to immortality.
"Are there any other conditions?" Lu Xun asked again.
The little loli said gravely, "There are."
She walked to the edge of the cliff, looked down below, and said, "Jump down, hit the ground, and survive."
The disciples watching nearby could not help drawing in sharp breaths.
Ji Li was so nervous that she could not help grabbing Lu Xun's sleeve again.
How could an ordinary person jump from Reception Peak and possibly survive?
This mountain peak towered into the clouds. Even cultivators would mostly be reduced to meat paste if they fell directly down in their physical bodies!
With a "pia—," they would burst into a spray of blood.
It had been mentioned before that Reception Peak had a peculiar shape. The peak stood alone and sheer, completely devoid of vegetation. Its summit had even been flattened, making it look exactly like a Sword Sheath.
Naturally, there was no chance of a cliff-fall scenario where someone got caught in a tree, because this mountain was bald.
It was not merely bald on top. It was bald all over.
After the Teacher set this rule, he even maliciously had the Sect Master send people to "renovate" Reception Peak, cutting away every protruding section of the mountain to make it even straighter. It was impossible to even choose which rock to crash into!
Yes, wherever it stuck out, they cut it off!
Too terrifying!
And the third condition had been stated very clearly:
—Jump down, hit the ground, and survive.
You had to reach the ground!
There was absolutely no way, okay?
This was no longer a matter of luck. It was simply impossible.
After the little loli finished speaking, she gestured for Murong Yan to walk closer to Lu Xun. Sitting on Murong Yan's shoulder, she leaned close to Lu Xun's ear and softly said:
"Stop trying to die. Be good and become my mount. Even if you are only a mount, your seniority will be the same as Qiu Shui's."
Elder Qiu Shui's mouth twitched slightly. With her cultivation, she could hear every word perfectly clearly, okay!
Yet Lu Xun asked, "That's all?"
"What do you mean, that's all?" Mao Nanbei asked.
"The Teacher's conditions for accepting disciples."
"Yes, that's all."
Then she saw Lu Xun nod at her. Immediately afterward, he turned and ran toward the cliff's edge.
Everyone was startled. Some wanted to stop him, but an invisible force pressed down upon them, leaving them unable to move.
Everyone could only watch helplessly as the exceedingly handsome man leaped off the cliff without hesitation!
—A heaven-shaking leap!
Before jumping, he even made a very dashing running start.
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