Lin Ke's words were far too powerful.
So powerful that they produced a mass silence effect comparable to that of a Great Confucian.
Still, everyone merely found them a little strange.
Taking three hundred masters?
Sweeping the world with a host of masters?
In fact, many young people felt...
Why does this sound kind of exciting?
Novel, distinctive things like this were the easiest way to attract young people.
Then Lin Ke shifted his tone and continued, "At the same time, my breast holds ten thousand hills and valleys, yet my own energy is limited. I wish to find three hundred million disciples to carry on my paths..."
At this, countless people grew excited.
Taking a master!
Countless people had watched Lin Ke take masters all this time, but what did they most want to do?
Take Lin Ke as their master!
There were, after all, countless people of servile status under heaven.
Forget the whole world-even in the Capital City, people of servile status were too numerous to count.
Many people could not become disciples of someone on the noble registry or commoner registry.
Their only hope was to find a decent teacher of servile status.
And now Lin Ke was actually taking disciples?
Who was Lin Ke?
Young Master Lin, Divine Detective, owner of the Imperially Sanctioned Staff, pioneer of new fiction and the new painting path, creator of Escape Room and Basketball Babes, inventor of Milk Tea...
He had far too many titles!
An ordinary person with even one of them would essentially never have to worry about food or clothing again.
And so countless people were tempted.
Even members of the many nonhuman races currently in the Capital City were tempted!
And Lin Ke was not done speaking:
"...In accepting disciples, I shall follow the way