I was just collecting them casually, how did the disciples become emperors?

The Holy Lord was dressed in white and surrounded by golden light, like a materialized flame, burning fiercely and making him look unattainable.

Hearing the shouts of the Peak Masters, a hint of impatience flashed across his narrow eyes. He opened his thin lips slightly, and his voice, like a thunderbolt, fell straight down: "Hmph, a bunch of ignorant people, you dare to compete with me. As for you, Ye Xinghe, you are just an unknown person who got a disciple with decent qualifications by chance. Don't ruin this young man's future. Hand him over obediently."

Ye Xinghe was dressed in a black robe, with no trace of panic between his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and even a nonchalant smile on the corner of his mouth.

He raised his eyes, met the Saint Lord's oppressive gaze, and spoke lazily, "Saint Lord, you're so arrogant. You don't follow first come first served? Or do you simply not follow this principle? If you have what it takes, cut the crap and accept my challenge."

The Holy Lord roared with laughter, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. His laughter shook the air around him. "You? Want to challenge me in a duel? You're like an ant trying to shake a tree! I can crush you with just a wave of my hand. Do you think that in this holy land, relying on a few opportunities, you can do whatever you want?"

Ye Xinghe shrugged, his fingertips casually rubbing across his sleeves. He flicked the corner of his clothes lightly and took a step forward. In an instant, an invisible aura spread from under his feet: "Saint Lord, empty talk is meaningless. You are the leader of a region and have a great reputation. If you dare not even accept my challenge, I'm afraid you will be laughed at if the news gets out. The position of the Holy Son is something everyone wants, but my disciple is mine. If you want to take him away, you must show some real ability."

The surrounding peak masters also quieted down at this moment, their eyes scanning back and forth between the two of them.

Although people don't know much about Ye Xinghe, his courage to face the Holy Lord without fear in the face of danger has made many people secretly amazed.

Zhao Changsheng stood behind Ye Xinghe, looking at his master eagerly. He wanted his master to beat up these blind people.

Who gave them the guts to say that his master was a waste!

The Holy Lord's smile vanished, his eyes growing colder as the golden light surged more violently around him, his robes rustling. "Alright, since you're so determined to die, I'll grant your wish! However, if you lose, not only will this disciple belong to me, but you'll also be kicked out of the Holy Land from now on, and you'll never be allowed to set foot here again!"

"and many more!"

Just as the Holy Lord was about to take action, Ye Xinghe immediately raised his hand.

"The challenge I'm talking about is for my disciple. Ten days from now, Zhao Changsheng will naturally become the number one master among the outer disciples. By then, it will be clear who will be the disciple. There's no need for you to argue with me endlessly."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place exploded in an uproar. The peak masters who had been watching in silence were stunned at first, and then burst into laughter.

"Haha, did I hear correctly? Just Ye Xinghe? A useless Peak Master who has been occupying the last peak for years and can't even get any decent resources, dares to say such cruel words?"

The master of Divine Medicine Peak laughed so hard that tears almost came out. He wiped his eyes with his hand and looked disdainful. "Although Zhao Changsheng is a good seedling, ten days? Training him to be the best master of the outer sect is simply a pipe dream!"

"That's right, you can't even pretend for more than three seconds!"

The Spirit Sword Peak Master echoed this, crossing his arms and glaring at Ye Xinghe. "There are many hidden talents within the Outer Sect. Those veteran top students have all honed their skills for years. Even if Zhao Changsheng is gifted, what can he come up with in just ten days? Ye Xinghe, oh Ye Xinghe, you're bragging like that, and you're not ashamed of it."

Ye Xinghe seemed to be oblivious to these harsh taunts. He simply looked at Zhao Changsheng calmly and patted his shoulder: "Disciple, don't take these idle words to heart."

Zhao Changsheng nodded heavily, his eyes full of determination: "Master, don't worry, I will do my best!"

He now finally understood why his master asked him to keep a low profile. It seemed that he wanted him to give these people a slap in the face when the time comes!

Seeing Ye Xinghe's stubborn defiance, the Holy Lord grew furious and snorted coldly, "Alright, ten days is ten days. If Zhao Changcheng becomes the number one in the outer sect by then, Ye Xinghe, you can continue to be the Peak Master. But if you can't, you will have to crawl out of the Holy Land on your knees! This Holy Land has no place for a boaster like you!"

Ye Xinghe raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing an ambiguous smile: "Holy Lord, you should worry more about yourself. If you get slapped in the face, don't get so angry that you hurt yourself."

After saying that, he turned around and took Zhao Changsheng with him and strode towards the cold and desolate mountain where his family lived.

Once back on the peak, Zhao Changsheng spoke nervously, "Master, ten days is too tight. Although I'm not afraid of challenges, some of the outer sect disciples have practiced for many years and are ruthless. I'm afraid..."

Ye Xinghe raised his hand to stop him from speaking, his eyes gazing at the distant mountains, and he said slowly, "Changsheng, do you know why your master dared to make such a boast?"

Zhao Changsheng shook his head.

Ye Xinghe was smiling because he had a system!

After being depressed in this place for so many years, Ye Xinghe felt that he could finally hold his head high with the help of his apprentice!

After the bet began, everyone expected that Ye Xinghe would race against time and teach Zhao Changsheng all his secret skills in order to transform him completely within these short ten days.

In fact, they were very curious about what such a useless peak master could teach?

But who would have thought that Ye Xinghe did not play by the rules at all. In the first two days, he did not mention anything about cultivation at all. He just ordered Zhao Changsheng to do chores like sweeping the floor, cooking and washing clothes, which were trivial and insignificant.

Although Zhao Changsheng was full of doubts, he did not dare to ask too much. Every morning, he would quietly pick up the broom and sweep the courtyard spotlessly, and gather all the fallen leaves neatly; then he would rush into the kitchen, light the fire, wash the rice, and wash the vegetables. Amidst the curling smoke, he would try his best to cook meals that would suit his master's taste.

By the time the clothes were washed and dried, the sun had already set.

After two days, his hands were covered with red marks and he looked a little tired.

After hearing about this incident, people throughout the Holy Land began to mock it again.

"Look, Ye Xinghe has really run out of ideas! The ten-day deadline was already tight, yet he's wasting two days and making his apprentice do these chores only old ladies can do. Is he out of his mind?"

A deacon from Lingjian Peak sneered and told others about it, causing a burst of laughter.

The Master of Divine Medicine Peak stroked his beard and shook his head. "I originally thought he had some brilliant plan, but now it seems like pure nonsense! Even if Zhao Changsheng has excellent talent, if he doesn't seriously practice and hone his skills, he will be beaten black and blue by those top students from the outer sect in ten days and become a laughing stock."

But Ye Xinghe seemed to be oblivious to the rumors outside. He sat leisurely in the rocking chair in the courtyard, basking in the sun and resting his eyes.

He needs to think carefully about how to beat these people in the face!