"Oh... Then can I take in a few more? Grand Martial Granduncle, I can support them." I glanced at the dozens of female disciples that Mi Ya had cultivated across from me. Quite a few of them were graceful and beautiful female immortals—some were even prettier than Wu Yueling.
Each of these female disciples looked toward me, thinking I was unbelievably bold to speak to an immortal of Grand Martial Granduncle's standing that way.
Zheng Jun's face turned green. "You've taken three nominal disciples. Remember to report it to Qiao Qingyu. As for wanting to take in more—heh. Don't even think about it! Besides, they all have to be interrogated first, and the Heavenly Realm Sect has its own arrangements for them. You don't need to support them!"
I secretly lamented the waste, but it wasn't appropriate to be too earth-shatteringly outrageous right now. After all, even acting had to be kept within reason. And if I truly wanted to recruit them, I had plenty of other methods. If I couldn't do it head-on, I could simply take a detour. In any case, I still had to meet Zheng Jun's master, Sun Yu.
The orthodox path truly lived up to its name. The interrogation was aboveboard and conducted strictly by the book. Mi Ya's female disciples were actually treated as a lower class within the sect, since they had been raised as cauldrons. How much dignity could they have? They were nothing more than "things" with appetizing beauty, completely unfit to appear before ordinary disciples.
Thus, they were admonished to stop cultivating dual-cultivation techniques and switch to the orthodox cultivation manual for Heavenly Realm Sect disciples. I secretly shook my head, however. If they did that, not only would it fail to put them on the right path, but their