I am the Senior Disciple Brother of the Intercepting Sect, Activating the Disciple System

The Primordial World.

The Kunlun Mountains.

Rare flowers and exotic grasses never wither; green pines and verdant cypresses remain evergreen throughout the ages.

Thousands of ancient cypresses, drenched in rain, stain the mountains in shades of deep green; ten thousand sections of bamboo, shrouded in mist, paint the winding paths in hues of somber gray.

This place is truly the ancestral vein of the Primordial World, where the vast, surging energy of chaos and the dense, fog-like Innate Spiritual Energy converge. One can see auspicious beasts manifesting in the heavens, with colorful phoenixes and qilin bringing good omens; it is a rare and blessed immortal land within the Primordial World.

Shangqing Peak.

Immortal music drifts ethereally, and the rhythm of the Dao is majestic.

Heavenly flowers fall like rain, and golden lotuses spring from the earth. Boundless golden light spills across the firmament, and waves of immortal essence and divine radiance bloom across the nine heavens. This is where Sect Master Tongtian of Shangqing, one of the Three Pure Ones born from the Primordial Spirit of Pangu, is expounding the Dao.

Below, thousands of disciples sit in attendance.

At the very front sits a tall, upright, and exceptionally handsome young man.

His face is like jade, refined and scholarly, exuding an ethereal immortal aura with sword-like brows and star-bright eyes.

This person is none other than Qingyuan, the First Disciple of the Intercepting Sect.

As the Shangqing teachings enter his ears, Qingyuan sits upright, listening intently, yet his heart is filled with helplessness.

It is far too profound; the more he speaks, the less I understand.

Truth be told, Qingyuan is not a native creature of the Primordial World. He transmigrated by accident into a green lotus, successfully took human form, and through sheer luck, became a disciple of Sect Master Tongtian, rising to the position of the First Disciple of the Intercepting Sect.

It is a pity that his foundation is quite low.

He is merely a Mid-grade Innate Spirit, completely unremarkable in the era of the Primordial World.

Had it not been for his sincere heart and the fact that his original form was a green lotus—which moved Sect Master Tongtian—he would never have been accepted into the Shangqing lineage.

Becoming the first disciple did not bring the benefits Qingyuan had imagined; on the contrary, various problems followed.

Because Sect Master Tongtian believes that all things possess a thread of opportunity and that disciples should seek their own path rather than being managed and guided in every aspect, he has always taught his followers without interfering in their affairs.

As time passed.

His status was called into question.

The Second Junior Brother, Daoist Duobao, and a large number of fellow disciples who joined later did not respect him, frequently challenging his authority.

It is understandable; he is merely a creature of acquired origin at the early stage of the Mystic Immortal Realm. In terms of fortune, foundation, aptitude, and strength, he cannot compare to Daoist Duobao, a Primordial Exotic Species—the Duobao Rat—who is a Supreme-grade Innate Spirit. The Primordial World has always been ruled by the fist, so naturally, no one pays him any mind.

Even if he is the First Disciple of the Intercepting Sect, it is of no use.

Dong!

Dong, dong!

Suddenly, a heaven-shaking sound of bells and chimes erupts within the Kunlun Mountains. Following this, brilliant golden light and ethereal Dao rhythms descend upon the Qilin Cliff of the Yuqing Mountain Range, tens of thousands of miles away.

Auspicious clouds blanket the sky, and golden flowers cover the earth.

Seeing this display, the disciples of the Shangqing lineage cannot help but exclaim in shock.

Even Sect Master Tongtian has a strange glint in his eyes, his face revealing joy: "It seems I must congratulate my second brother on taking in another disciple!"

Currently, the Zixiao Palace has just concluded its third sermon.

First, Saint Nuwa molded earth to create humanity, completing the Primordial World and attaining sainthood.

Then, the Three Pure Ones established their sects, gaining merit from the creation of the world to attain sainthood.

The Two Sages of the West, unwilling to fall behind, made great vows and attained sainthood.

Successive attainments of sainthood caused a sensation among all beings in the Primordial World. At the same time, Ancestor Hongyun, who had obtained the Primordial Violet Qi, was pursued and killed by Ancestor Kunpeng out of jealousy, a truly lamentable event.

The Three Pure Ones attained sainthood and established their own doctrines.

Though they have differences in their philosophies of the Great Dao, the brotherhood of billions of years still outweighs these minor disagreements.

Watching the various visions triggered by the ringing of the Golden Bell and Jade Chime on the distant Qilin Cliff, Qingyuan remains silent and solemn.

His Second Martial Uncle, Venerable Yuanshi, only accepts disciples with deep fortune and extraordinary foundations; he values quality over quantity.

He has set up heavy arrays throughout the Kunlun Mountains.

If a creature can break through the arrays and reach the mountaintop to ring either the Golden Bell or the Jade Chime, they can become his personal disciple.

But the difficulty is far too high.

Without a certain level of strength, fortune, and foundation, one cannot hope to pass.

Yet, at this moment.

The Golden Bell and Jade Chime have rung in succession; surely, someone has passed the test.

Right now, Second Martial Uncle's disciples include Immortal Elder Nanji. Could it be that Guangchengzi and the others have arrived?

It is a pity that the First Disciple of the Chan Sect, Immortal Elder Nanji, is destined to become a background character, but is my own situation any better than his?

Thinking of himself, Qingyuan sighs in his heart.

"This Seat shall go to congratulate my second brother. All of you, continue to contemplate the methods I have expounded. Return to the outside of the Shangqing Hall to listen to my teachings in thirty thousand years. You are dismissed!"

Sect Master Tongtian, appearing as a youth, transformed into a streak of azure light and fled toward Qilin Cliff.

Following the departure of their master.

The disciples began to whisper among themselves.

"The Golden Bell and Jade Chime of Qilin Cliff have rung! It seems Second Martial Uncle has taken in two more formidable disciples!"

"Truly impressive. It took me several thousand years to pass the layers of formations our teacher set up just to enter, yet I hear Second Martial Uncle Yuqing uses a combination of complex maze and killing formations. Only those with deep fortune and extraordinary origins can pass!"

"Nonsense. Look at Immortal Elder Nanji; he keeps a low profile, yet he possesses the cultivation of an early Golden Immortal Realm. He has already grasped the laws of the Immortal Golden Immortal. The first disciple of Yuqing is truly formidable, unlike our first disciple of Shangqing, who is only at the early Profound Immortal Realm. I truly fear he might be snatched away by some fierce beast while walking through the Kunlun Mountains!"

"In my opinion, it would be better if Senior Disciple Duobao were the Senior Disciple Brother. Senior Disciple Duobao is at the mid-stage Golden Immortal Realm, possesses extraordinary aptitude and deep fortune, and can pick up treasures just by wandering outside. With him leading us, our Jie Sect would surely become even stronger!"

"With him being so weak, what right does he have to be the Senior Disciple Brother of the Jie Sect? Just because he drags Senior Disciple Duobao and the others down, preventing them from entering the inner sect—he is truly a burden."

"Exactly..."

Hearing the questioning voices around him, Qingyuan sighed inwardly.

Having a handsome appearance is not as good as having a good origin...

Suddenly, a tall, stout man with a round face and thick earlobes walked toward him.

This person was none other than the junior disciple who had joined after Qingyuan, Daoist Duobao.

Daoist Duobao wore a Daoist crown, a robe embroidered with the Eight Trigrams, jade ornaments at his waist, and fine footwear... the entire set consisted of spiritual treasures, making him look quite like those nouveau riche of later generations wearing thick gold necklaces and rings.

"Senior Disciple Brother Qingyuan, look at the disciples under Second Martial Uncle Yuqing; each one has an extraordinary origin and deep fortune. Junior Disciple Immortal Elder Nanji is usually low-key, but he is a great cultivator at the early Golden Immortal Realm. Those two junior disciples who rang the Golden Bell and Jade Chime likely have at least the cultivation of the early Golden Immortal Realm."

"But what about you?"

"Aside from being handsome, you have nothing."

"It would be better to give up the position of Senior Disciple Brother early and leave the Kunlun Mountains; at least you would retain some dignity."

Daoist Duobao said with a beaming smile.

Qingyuan pondered, ignoring the other party.

Unexpectedly, Daoist Duobao challenged Qingyuan's status directly this time: "Senior Disciple Brother Qing, dare you make a wager with me?"

"A battle between us in ten thousand years."

"As long as you can withstand five of my moves, I will never covet the position of Senior Disciple Brother again in the future and will follow your lead. How about it?!"

Five moves?!

Many fellow disciples began to discuss.

Daoist Duobao is at the mid-stage Golden Immortal Realm with a solid foundation, and he is the first among them to grasp the profound techniques taught by their teacher, not to mention his full set of spiritual treasures. Who could possibly defeat him?!

Let alone five moves.

Even one move is doubtful!

Could it be... that he is ultimately not fated for the Jie Sect?

The world is vast, but the Primordial World is boundless; where exactly is his place in this world?

Especially in this era of the Witch-Demon Tribulation...

Qingyuan's expression grew increasingly grim, and suddenly, shock appeared in his eyes.

[Ding! Detected unprecedented and intense fluctuations in spirit, the Strongest Disciple System is activating!!]

[Binding to host!]

[Strongest Disciple-Granting System: Rewards for taking disciples! Rewards for granting! As long as the host takes a disciple and grants them items, you can obtain various mysterious critical strike rewards (Note: The higher the disciple's aptitude, the greater the feedback)]

[Can scan for high-quality beings within a radius of one hundred million miles of the host.]

[Scan now?]

A wish-fulfillment system?

Qingyuan was somewhat stunned; he hadn't expected the system to arrive only after transmigrating for so long.

"Hehehe, Senior Disciple Brother Qing, I will take your silence as consent. Prepare yourself well for the battle."

Daoist Duobao was unaware of the change that had occurred.

He simply assumed Qingyuan had been frightened silly.

A look of mockery flashed in his eyes as he laughed loudly and led the way down the mountain, with a group of fellow disciples surrounding him like stars around the moon as they left.

In contrast, only Qingyuan remained, a solitary figure.

"Ten thousand years from now..."

Qingyuan's expression was resolute as he silently left the Shangqing mountain range.

Afterward, he stepped onto the clouds and flew toward his own dojo.

The Primordial World is vast and boundless.

The Kunlun Mountains are even more expansive and limitless.

The grasses, forests, hemp, bamboo, reeds, mountain rocks, and dust—each thing and each number forms a world as numerous as the sands of the Ganges, vast and infinite.

As for the cave dwelling of Qingyuan.

It was located in a corner of the Kunlun Mountains.

It was no more than tens of millions of miles away from Shangqing Peak.

Returning to the exterior of his dojo, Serene Peak.

Qingyuan held his token, merging it into the protective grand formation; the lush green forest scene before his eyes vanished, replaced by a vast and sprawling dojo.

The estate was filled with pavilions and waterside structures, surrounded by rockeries, lakes, and streams, with verdant lawns creating a beautiful landscape.

Returning to the courtyard where he usually resided.

Qingyuan calmed his mind.

Only then did he summon the system.

"System, scan a radius of hundreds of millions of miles around me and see if there are any living beings with high aptitude!"