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

This kind of nourished medicinal material is a treasure from heaven and earth, a precious commodity that cannot be found even with money.

In order to speed up Zhao Changsheng's cultivation, he picked a few precious herbs and planned to refine them into pills for Zhao Changsheng to eat. In this way, even the most powerful masters would not be Zhao Changsheng's opponent.

There is a system, nice!

Zhao Changsheng swallowed the pill, and the medicinal power instantly turned into a heat current that swept through his body, and his spiritual power erupted like a volcano.

That feeling made him feel more comfortable than ever before!

It was as if there was a torrent inside the body that exploded in an instant!

He hurriedly sat cross-legged to guide it, enduring the pain of the impact.

Not long after, accompanied by a loud bang, the violent spiritual power fluctuations dissipated, and he successfully entered the Tribulation Realm.

"It's done! My disciple has made a breakthrough!"

Zhao Changsheng stood up, his face full of pride.

Ye Xinghe was also ecstatic: "Great! No one can stop me in tomorrow's martial arts competition!"

At the first light of dawn, the Tongtian Peak in the holy land was shrouded in clouds and mist. The scenery that should have been quiet and peaceful was disturbed by a group of uninvited guests.

The leaders of each peak formed a group as if they had made an appointment.

You know, they all think that it is absolutely a waste of such a talent for Zhao Changsheng to follow Ye Xinghe.

The Lingjian Peak Master, who was leading the group, crossed his arms, raised his chin slightly, and glanced disdainfully at Tongtian Peak. He spoke in a sarcastic tone, "Hey, Ye Xinghe, it's already the ninth day, and you still have the time to laze around here? With your mediocre skills, you're dreaming of training someone to be the best in the outer sect? Don't let yourself get beaten to a pulp and turn this promising talent into nothing."

The Master of Divine Medicine Peak stroked his beard and chimed in, shaking his head sarcastically, "That's right, I think you're just being too greedy and wasting a gift from heaven! Such a talented young man, you're only doing rough work like sweeping the floor and cooking with him. How can he be considered a cultivator? You're a hopeless loser yourself. Don't teach him bad things. Misleading a young man is a grave sin."

The other peak masters also joined in with a burst of laughter, and the laughter was full of ridicule and echoed throughout Tongtian Peak.

They already looked down on Ye Xinghe, so they would definitely not hold back at this time.

Ye Xinghe was originally sitting on a stone bench sipping tea. Upon hearing this, he took a sip of tea slowly without even raising his eyelids. After the fragrance of the tea spread on his tongue, he stood up slowly and looked at everyone with a smile.

"Hey, you all got up early today. Are you guys here to tour my Tongtian Peak? But when it comes to misleading young people, I'm no match for you."

As he spoke, his gaze went straight to the Spirit Sword Peak Master, with a playful arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Master of Spirit Sword Peak, last time your beloved disciple left the mountain without permission, claiming to be training, but actually went to have fun in the brothels. He was detained there and almost couldn't return. In the end, you sneaked in to rescue him. This matter has spread throughout the Holy Land. Do you still have the mind to worry about my disciple here?"

The Spirit Sword Peak Master's face suddenly changed, as if he had been slapped in public. His face flushed red and he shouted in anger, "You...you are talking nonsense!"

He, how did he know?

Ye Xinghe ignored his rage and turned to look at the Master of Divine Medicine Peak: "And you, Master of Divine Medicine Peak, argued fiercely with the deacon of the neighboring peak over a thousand-year-old spiritual ginseng. In the end, both of you were injured, and the spiritual ginseng was snatched away by a low-level spiritual beast that was just passing by. If this gets out, it will be a great story for our holy land."

The master of the Divine Medicine Peak widened his eyes, his beard trembling with anger: "Ye Xinghe, don't slander me!"

Damn it, how did he know this!

Ye Xinghe spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and feigned innocence, saying, "I'm not talking nonsense. Many disciples present at the time saw it. What's the matter? You're the only ones allowed to frame me, and I'm not allowed to tell the truth?"

He scanned the area and continued firing at full force, "And Master Mingyue Peak, your secret retreat room was accidentally broken into by a disciple. You were applying a beauty mud mask inside, and they scared the disciple into thinking they'd seen a ghost. Have you forgotten about this?"

The head of Mingyue Peak, a normally dignified and reserved female head, now blushed crimson, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into. She gritted her teeth and cursed, "Ye Xinghe, you shameless bastard!"

Ye Xinghe tutted his tongue twice, still wearing that irritating smile on his face. "I'm shameless? You all come here early in the morning to point fingers and sneer at me, and now I'm the one being shameless? I can't even clean up my own mess, and yet I'm still trying to find fault with others. Aren't you ashamed of it?"

The peak masters were speechless and had no way to refute.

I originally wanted to go to Ye Xinghe's house to humiliate him, but I didn't expect that he would reveal these embarrassing things and become a laughing stock.

He was depressed for a long time, but couldn't utter a word in response. He could only glare at Ye Xinghe fiercely and turned back down the mountain in shame.

Ye Xinghe looked at their embarrassed backs, snorted softly, sat back on the stone bench, picked up the teacup and said leisurely: "Don't bother me if you have nothing to do. You're asking for trouble."

Ye Xinghe had just driven the angry Peak Masters down the mountain in disgrace. Before he could calm down and savor this moment of peace, the system's cold, mechanical notification tone suddenly rang out in his sea of ​​consciousness: "Ding! The disciple recruitment mission has been triggered. The host must successfully recruit a gifted and pure disciple within three days. If this is not completed within the deadline, all previous rewards will be forfeited."

Ye Xinghe's body froze, and the hand holding the teacup suddenly stopped in mid-air. The leisurely and contented look on his face disappeared in an instant, replaced by full of astonishment and speechlessness.

"It's already this late, and you're still trying to recruit a disciple? Right now, I'm completely focused on Zhao Changsheng, hoping he'll shine in the martial arts arena tomorrow. How can I have the time to look for a disciple? Besides, it's not easy to come across someone with extraordinary talent and pure spiritual roots. You're just deliberately making things difficult for me!"

He was filled with resentment and yelled at the system in his heart.

But the system ignored him!

Depend on!

"System, system, can we be flexible? This isn't the right time! I'm completely overwhelmed by the task of recruiting a disciple."

The system showed no sign of compromise. Its emotionless electronic voice resounded once again, coldly saying, "Host, once a mission is issued, it must be carried out. If you do not accept a disciple, all rewards Zhao Changsheng has received through his cultivation, including the arsenal, the ancient artifact Lingguan Halberd, the hundred-acre medicinal field, and the Chaos Divine Fluid, will be immediately reclaimed."

Ye Xinghe's eyes widened, and he almost jumped up in anger: "Your damn system is too overbearing! I've already used all those rewards, and now you want to take them back like that? How can you be so unreasonable!"

But no matter how he protested in his heart, the system no longer responded. Only the cold task prompt remained, echoing in his sea of ​​consciousness over and over again, strangling him like a tight hoop and giving him a headache.

Ye Xinghe helplessly put down his teacup, his hands covering his head, his face full of worry as he muttered, "Forget it, forget it. I can't argue with this heartless system. But where can I find a suitable disciple in these three days? Although the Holy Land is vast, most of the talented seedlings have already been divided up by the various peaks. The rest are either mediocre in qualifications or have bad personalities. Finding someone who meets the requirements is as difficult as climbing to the sky!"