Brainwashing?
Good grief. The master of the Heavenly Origin Martial Grounds had barely shown up, and he was already trying to brainwash his disciples?
In the past, those words might have set the disciples' blood boiling. By now, though, their spirit had long since been worn away.
As for Chen Changan and the others?
Please. When it came to pulling the wool over people's eyes, Chen Changan was practically an ancestor.
The master's speech had not really been meant for the existing disciples. They had heard it too many times already.
Chen Changan and the others were his real audience, so he had been watching their expressions the whole time.
But they were so calm that the master began to doubt himself. Had my speech not been stirring enough? Why wasn't anyone reacting?
"Listen, Master. We came here to cultivate, not to hear you paint us a pie in the sky."
"Could we get straight to the point?" Da Huang said helplessly.
"Hm?"
"You're not a disciple. What are you complaining about?"
"Hey, I—how am I... Oh, right. I didn't pay."
"Fine. Someone else can say it."
Only then did Da Huang remember that he did not count as a disciple of the Martial Grounds. He had come along as a pet.
"What he said is exactly what I wanted to say."
"Master, we've heard a thing or two about cultivation."
"So spare us the empty talk. Anything worth doing takes effort, and anyone who wants to rise above the crowd has to work harder than the rest. Everyone understands that."
"What we want to know is how you plan to guide our cultivation and how you'll help us become cultivators."
Chen Changan's words made the master frown slightly. He studied Chen Changan with a more searching gaze.
*These people