The Birth of Sword God-Chapter 283 - 250: Becoming a True Inheritance Disciple... with Eight Masters!

Outside the bamboo house, Chu Yinyin saw Nangong Yue and the others staring at Chu Huaixu, and she instantly puffed up like a little kitten guarding its food, fur standing on end.

"What are you all looking at! That's my disciple!"

Zhao Shuqi, with his squinting eyes, immediately said, "Little Martial Sister, what are you talking about? It's not like we won't let Chu Huaixu take you as his master, we just want him to have several masters, that's all."

The Second Elder, Tai Tingbai, who looked like a burly farmer, instantly nodded in agreement: "Besides, I didn't plan to instruct Chu Huaixu in cultivation. My idea is to be his mentor in Alchemy Dao."

Don't be fooled by Second Elder's rough looks and his claims of being simple-minded—he'd long since figured it out. Take a different path!

"As the saying goes: In the myriad Arts, Alchemy comes first."

"Chu Huaixu, are you willing to take me as your master and learn alchemy from me?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

As soon as he finished speaking, before Chu Huaixu could reply, the Great Elder Lu Pan immediately looked displeased.

He and Xiang Yan's discipleships were already full. Today, he was just here to preside over the ceremony.

"Second Brother, that's not right! Amongst the myriad Arts, it's obviously Array Dao that's best!" This Array Grandmaster suddenly spoke up sternly, starting the rebuttal.

The always broad-minded Ninth Elder Nangong Yue, who was usually gentle and easygoing, joined the debate for once, a rare occurrence whenever such topics came up.

But knowing full well that Chu Huaixu likely already had achievements in Alchemy Dao and wouldn't switch to Artifact Refining, she looked straight at Han Shuangjiang and said:

"Shuangjiang, I hear you're a bit interested in Artifact Refining—don't listen to them. The myriad Arts are vast, but Artifact Refining is number one."

"If you take me as your master, I'll also teach you Refining Dao."

Nangong Yue had already made up her mind to fight for it a bit, to see if she could end up as Chu Huaixu's master. But even if she didn't manage that, becoming Han Shuangjiang's master was just as good—they were Dao Companions, after all!

By implication, Chu Huaixu would also become a "son-in-law."

No way around it—being a teacher, you can't help but want a disciple like him.

Now, everyone's expectations for him: Savior of the world, Second Dao Ancestor, future Observatory Master!

Tell me, at their age, who doesn't want such a disciple? Who doesn't want the title of "Chu Huaixu's master"?

Li Chunsong stood to the side, this hopeless gambling dog also had his mind opened up.

"Chu Huaixu, out of all the arts, Talismanic Technique is number one."

"Actually, you could learn talismans from me too."

Tai Tingbai heard them all start learning from him and instantly frowned in displeasure, "Sixth Brother, don't fool around!"

"There's only so much energy anyone can have—try to master everything, and you'll end up good at nothing! How could immersing oneself in every art be helpful for cultivation?"

Li Chunsong couldn't be bothered to reply.

Of course he understood that logic.

But honestly, he didn't really intend for Chu Huaixu to inherit his talismanic legacy.

"I'll teach him, but whether he wants to learn or not, that's up to him. If he doesn't focus on it, he won't waste time anyway! I'm just in it for the title of his master!" This gambling dog's brain was sharper than ever in this regard.

You gotta be flexible!

This way, I'm his talismanic mentor, and I don't have to fight Little Martial Sister for seniority and be a third-ranked master—getting bossed around by her!

Everyone here in the Daoist Sect upper ranks is a sly old fox.

Seeing Li Chunsong's shameless face, the others suddenly had a flash of insight and caught on too.

Right, I can teach him, and whether he wants to learn is his problem!

So long as he calls me "master," just the thought of it is dizzyingly wonderful.

Even Xiang Yan and Lu Pan couldn't help but exchange glances.

They didn't have any available direct disciple spots anymore.

But under this line of thinking, they could take on disciples after all.

These cultivation giants, who doesn't have their own specialty?

Even the Sect Leader and Law Enforcement Elder, who came just to preside, dove into the scrum for a chance.

This made Tai Tingbai, who'd been playing the "wise fool" routine, almost want to slap his thigh and admit in his heart, "I really am dense!"

Only Little Martial Sister Chu Yinyin was left fuming, cursing one after another, but there were more of them than there were of her, and she only had one mouth—she couldn't win the battle of words and could only puff up in place, mad.

But bullying Little Martial Sister is their classic pastime—who would care?

Watching off to the side, Outer Sect Steward Mo Qingmei was dumbfounded.

She'd never seen the Daoist Sect's top dogs like this before!

For a moment, she felt she wasn't witnessing a direct disciple acceptance, but had stumbled into a bustling marketplace instead.

Chu Huaixu listened to their endless squabbling and was utterly speechless inside.

"What is this, making me the Junzi Temple's 'shared disciple,' huh?"

What is this, Daoist Sect's [拼好徒]—Pick-A-Disciple?

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Chu Huaixu thought he was Hua Wuque from Yihua Palace; never thought he'd become Xiaoyu'Er from the Valley of Evil instead.

An incense stick of time passed, and the Daoist Sect's leaders still hadn't settled anything.

By the end, everyone teamed up together; only Chu Yinyin felt wronged, sulking visibly.

Her perfectly fine, beloved disciple was now about to be shared with this bunch of shameless old weirdos.

She felt absolutely miserable—like she'd been cheated on.

Our nice "one disciple, two masters" cozy trio was just ruined by you all playing around like this.

Too messy, way too messy!

The Sect Leader Xiang Yan cleared his throat and looked expectantly at Chu Huaixu, asking, "Huaixu, what do you think?"

Chu Yinyin raged inwardly: Calling him Huaixu already? Getting chummy, are we?

Li Chunsong, an incorrigible gambling dog and the most familiar with Chu Huaixu, immediately said, "Disciple, speak your mind boldly!"

The old girl got so mad her little chest was about to explode.

Han Shuangjiang and Xu Ziqing stood to one side, not the slightest bit jealous.

They actually both felt what was happening was pretty reasonable.

But then, that dead fox's face suddenly showed... righteous energy?

With a very earnest look, he said, "Many thanks to Sect Leader and the Elders for your kindness—Huaixu is truly grateful."

"But unfortunately, my First and Second Masters have always treated me very well."

"First Master spent a whole month forging my Sword Intent."

"Second Master gave even more."

At this, he shot an especially deep look at the old girl, switching to coaxing mode while building up his case.

"She gave me an extraordinarily precious Seventh Level Upper Grade Spirit Pill—Profound Celestial Fetal Breath Pill!"

The dead fox wasn't shy about asking for gifts at all.

But the old girl was easy to sweet-talk—just a couple of words and she felt utterly pleased, as if taking a sunbath with her heart full.

But then Tai Tingbai frowned and interrupted, "But that Profound Celestial Fetal Breath Pill was given to Little Martial Sister by me."

"So what! Tai! You gave it to me, so it's mine!" Chu Yinyin snapped.

"That's called offering flowers by borrowing someone else's hand," Tai Tingbai replied.

But he quickly thought it was time to show off, so he grinned, "No matter. I can refine other types of Upper Grade Spirit Pills too. Take me as your master, and I'll give you one, to aid your enlightenment in Supreme Pill Dao!"

Li Chunsong instantly imitated him.

"Disciple, your master can also give you a Domain God Talisman—it'll keep you safe when you travel down the mountain."

Everyone else quickly followed suit.

Even Xiang Yan, usually so stingy, braced himself against the pain and resolved to bleed a little.

Outer Sect Steward Mo Qingmei was already feeling dizzy just listening off to the side.

Any one of these gifts was an unattainable Supreme Treasure for her!

These crafty old foxes could tell that this brat was just doing it on purpose!

But—so what?

Little Martial Sister had already given a Profound Celestial Fetal Breath Pill as a formal gift for taking a disciple—how could the rest of them, accepting Chu Huaixu as a disciple, give him anything of lower grade? Otherwise, she'd mock them for a lifetime!

Han Shuangjiang and Xu Ziqing, though, kept calm about it.

Because they weren't stupid.

Sure, Chu Huaixu seemed to be just extorting for himself now.

But really?

Later on, when someone else wants to take Han Shuangjiang or Xu Ziqing as a disciple, they can't possibly be more generous with one and stingier with the other, right?

After all, those would be their true cultivation masters—not just arts mentors!

At the very least, the gifts for accepting a disciple couldn't be less than what Chu Huaixu got, right?

Everyone figured, well, this brat's got to be satisfied now, right?

But the dead fox kept up his usual tricks.

He even began to look troubled.

"Uh, well..."

Then he turned and bowed deeply to the old girl, saying:

"Disciple will leave everything up to Second Master to decide."

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