Let You Teach Your Disciples And Make Them All Become Great Emperors?

"The selection has begun. As long as you can climb the steps, you will be eligible to register."

"I almost climbed up last time. This time, I must be qualified to register."

"I want to become an outer disciple of Taichu Holy Land."

"I want to become an inner disciple of Taichu Holy Land."

"I want to become the Holy Son of the Holy Land of the Beginning."

"Can you please stop bragging?"

…

As the assessment began, a huge crowd of young people rushed towards the broad and towering stairs in front of them.

Because that is the first level of the assessment in the Holy Land of Taichu,

In order to roughly select disciples who meet the requirements, Taichu Holy Land has formulated a rule.

That is the ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps that must be climbed in front of the mountain gate.

Moreover, a simple formation is arranged on top of this ladder to screen people who meet certain requirements.

Therefore, only less than one thousandth of the number of people can reach the end of the ladder in the end.

At this moment, the bottom of the stairs was already full of people.

One of them, a young man with patches all over his body and a stubborn face, was out of tune with the people around him.

After all, those who can come to the Holy Land of Taichu to participate in the selection are basically not wearing patches.

"Why is this guy here to take the assessment again?"

"Yes, he is just a mortal with no qualifications to practice, yet he comes to participate every year."

"He is already sixteen this year. This should be his last year. He should not be eligible to participate next year."

A young man said,

Because there is a formation for detecting bone age on top of this staircase. If you are over sixteen years old, you will not be able to even step on the first step.

"You still have the nerve to criticize others, but don't you come here every year?"

"I call this perseverance."

"I'm still hanging on."

…

The young man ignored the cynicism around him, but kept his head buried in his head as he climbed up the steps with difficulty.

However, he has no qualifications and no special physique.

How could a mere mortal with a mere perseverance step onto the 99,999-step ladder set up for cultivators?

But this is the last year he can participate in the selection, and he is really unwilling to give up.

So every time the young man climbed a few steps, he would rest for a while.

Even though he was sweating profusely and his body was shaking from exhaustion, he did not choose to give up.

However, no matter how strong the will is, once the external pressure exceeds the body's limit, the brain will be forced to shut down and sleep.

So in the end the young man fainted on the stairs,

Not long after, the steps were cleared by the patrolling Taichu Holy Land disciples.

after a while,

The young man woke up slowly.

He found himself lying on a carpeted lawn.

At the same time, there was a handsome young man and three handsome teenagers sitting around.

"Are you awake? Here, let's have something to eat."

Li Suifeng handed over the freshly roasted animal leg.

"Immortal, please accept me as your disciple."

The young man did not catch the beast's legs, but directly knelt down on the ground.

Because he could tell that Li Suifeng's aura was definitely that of a cultivator.

Upon seeing this, Li Suifeng did not immediately agree to the other party's request, but asked indifferently:

"Why do you want to practice?"

"I want to live forever."

The boy answered.

However, when Li Suifeng heard this, he glanced at the young man lightly and said:

"you are lying."

The young man lowered his head when he heard this, his expression became struggling, even crazy.

After a moment of silence, he suppressed his inner emotions and then raised his head and said:

"Why?"

"Why can a monk be so superior?"

"Why should mortals be reduced to ants that can be trampled on casually?"

"Why can they destroy my home and take away the lives of my loved ones with just a wave of their hands?"

When the young man said this, his face was filled with tears and his voice was hoarse.

He saw two monks fighting with his own eyes. The aftermath of the battle razed the small fishing village where he lived to the ground.

His sister, whom he depended on for life, was also dead in the aftermath.

"They are stronger than you."

"They are cultivators who go against heaven."

"Don't blame others. If you want to blame, blame yourself for being too weak and unable to save your village and those close to you."

Li Suifeng answered straightforwardly,

He wants the other party to understand that a weak person must have the consciousness of a weak person.

In this world where the strong are respected, no strong person will bow his head and pity your pity.

When the young man heard this, he lowered his head in humiliation. At the same time, he clenched his fists tightly and dug his nails into his flesh without realizing it.

Li Suifeng shook his head helplessly when he saw this scene.

He said comfortingly:

"Don't be discouraged. Maybe your sister was not at home at the time and is still alive now?"

When the young man heard this, his originally gray eyes suddenly flashed with a glimmer of hope.

Yes, he did not find his sister's bones at that time, but he saw a lot of other villagers' bones.

Seeing that the other party had hope and thoughts in his heart, Li Suifeng immediately spoke again:

"Did you know that there are powerful people in this world who can reverse time and space, find a trace of true spirit in the long river of time and space, and resurrect the dead."

"Really?"

The young man raised his head and looked at Li Suifeng with burning eyes.

"Um."

Li Suifeng nodded affirmatively, nothing is impossible in the fantasy world.

"So the first thing you have to do now is to live well."

"I know Rishi."

As the boy spoke, he directly took the animal leg from Li Suifeng's hand and began to eat it with big mouthfuls.

Li Suifeng looked at the devouring young man and couldn't help but open his insightful eyes and look over.

Name: Chen Fan

Cultivation: None

Qualification:? ? ?

Physique: Innate mortal body

Identity: Former civilian in a small fishing village.

"System, what's going on with the three question marks in this qualification line?"

Li Suifeng wondered inwardly.

"Reporting to the host, the innate mortal body is special because it is not suitable for any skill system in the world of cultivation, so it is difficult to judge the qualifications."

"Then why would he meet my conditions for becoming a disciple?"

"Because the innate mortal body is the constitution of the ancestors of the human race in ancient times, it is difficult for one among billions of mortals to appear. As long as he has the Mortal Sutra of Kung Fu suitable for his cultivation, his qualifications can be comparable to that of an immortal-level practitioner."

"Does this mean this little guy has returned to his ancestors?"

"The host can think so."

After a while, the boy who was halfway through the beast's leg suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong, are you full?"

Li Suifeng asked doubtfully.

"Uh~ No, I was choked."

The young man scratched his head in embarrassment and replied.

Jun Xiaoyao and the others chuckled when they heard this, and even Li Suifeng shook his head helplessly.

"Junior brother, have a drink of water."

At this time, Jun Xiaoyao kindly handed over a gourd filled with water.

"Thanks!"

"Wait, what did you call me?"

Chen Fan thought for a moment that he heard wrongly, and asked with a blank expression.