I Have A Disciple Simulator

“Puff!”

Elder Lei spat out a mouthful of blood, then heavily fell outside the Martial Arts Platform.

The elders and disciples of the Cloud Mountain Holy Land were dead silent.

Elder Lei of Fuhu Peak had actually been defeated by a junior at the Immortal Emperor Realm.

And… it was an unequivocal crushing defeat.

Lu Qinglian was almost unscathed.

Two Cloud Mountain Holy Land elders immediately appeared next to Elder Lei and administered an Immortal Pill to prevent his fall, which would be a major issue.

“Master!”

Disciples of Fuhu Peak hurried to check their master’s injuries.

“I’m fine…”

Elder Lei forced himself to stand up.

To lose the fight but not the demeanor, lying on the ground would be too humiliating.

“Well? Are you convinced?” Lu Qinglian extended a hand to claim the wager, “You lost, so the Linglong Fruit is mine.”

“I, too, am a person of reputation and will not go back on my words. This Linglong Fruit is yours.”

Elder Lei sent the Linglong Fruit over with invisible True Qi.

Lu Qinglian cleaned it with clear water and ate it in one bite, even chewing: “Not bad, a specialty of Cloud Mountain, sweet and juicy.”

“An Eighteenth Grade Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure, just eaten like that?”

The Cloud Mountain elders felt a pang of heartache.

This was an Eighteenth Grade treasure, and they rarely got any, yet Lu Qinglian ate it without hesitation, as if it were an ordinary fruit, without caring about the effects.

The Cloud Mountain disciples discreetly wiped the drool from their mouths.

If you’re not an elder, you have no chance of getting a Linglong Fruit.

A single Linglong Fruit can greatly nurture the soul.

“Anyone else want to spar?”

Lu Qinglian savored the taste and felt he must get more Linglong Fruits from these Cloud Mountain elders.

“What has this little guy gone through these years?”

Real Taiyuan could not imagine what had happened to Lu Qinglian.

In the eyes of Real Taiyuan and Mu Shenqing, cultivators alike, Cloud Mountain Holy Land was a colossal entity, a revered and great existence.

Yet Lu Qinglian was challenging these Cloud Mountain elders, even able to converse on equal terms with a significant figure like Youran True Sovereign.

As Lu Qinglian challenged again, the Cloud Mountain elders looked at each other, hesitant to respond.

Lu Qinglian had effortlessly defeated Elder Lei without even using his full strength. No one knows Lu Qinglian’s true power. If they ended up like Elder Lei, how could they face their disciples afterward?

“Elder Xu, your Eagle Claw Skills are renowned in our Cloud Mountain Holy Land, why not take on this little girl and show her that we’re not to be trifled with?”

“No no no, Elder Zhao, your self-created cultivation technique ‘Wind God Leg’ once swept through thirty-six Demon Sects with unparalleled mastery, it’s only fitting for you to teach this little girl a lesson.”

“Elder Wei, how about you?”

The Cloud Mountain elders hesitated and deferred to one another.

For these old fellows, winning was to be expected, but losing and getting a thrashing from Lu Qinglian wasn’t worth it. Better to let someone else take the fall.

The Cloud Mountain disciples had never seen their elders so harmonious.

“If none of you dare to fight, then let me.” A hot-tempered elder finally lost patience.

For the Cloud Mountain Holy Land to shy away from a young girl would disgrace not just any one elder, but the entire Holy Land.

“Elder Zhou is making his move. His Stele-Pulverizing Palm is unmatched.”

“Elder Zhou is a Sixth Grade Divine King, surely he can win this time?”

“We’re deploying a Sixth Grade Divine King. If we don’t defeat this little girl, where would we place Cloud Mountain Holy Land’s dignity?”

The people of Cloud Mountain Holy Land were excited once more.

With Elder Zhou, a Sixth Grade Divine King, making a move, surely they’d be steady this time?

“Wait a moment.”

Lu Qinglian’s eyes rolled; this elder’s status as a Sixth Grade Divine King meant he’d trained longer and possibly had more resources than Elder Lei?

Elder Zhou snorted coldly, “What, are you going to admit defeat voluntarily?”

“No, I want to raise the stakes tenfold. If I lose, I’ll give you ten leaves of Enlightenment Tea. If I win, you give me ten Linglong Fruits. How about it?”

“Tenfold?!”

Elder Zhou and the other elders and disciples were all shocked.

Linglong Fruits weren’t ordinary items but top-grade treasures.

Betting ten Linglong Fruits at once?

Elder Zhou looked around awkwardly, “I’m running low on Linglong Fruits, I would appreciate it if the other elders could help. If I win, we’ll share the Enlightenment Tea leaves.”

“Since Elder Zhou has stepped up, we cannot stand idly by. I’ll contribute two Linglong Fruits.”

“I’ll give one.”

“I’ll contribute three.”

Elder Zhou scraped together enough to gather ten Linglong Fruits.

The elders’ embarrassment left complex feelings in the hearts of the Cloud Mountain disciples.

How were their Holy Land elders poorer than juniors from Mount Taihua Sacred Land?

“Let me show you my grand Stele-Pulverizing Palm, those ten second-grade Enlightenment Tea leaves, I take them!”

Elder Zhou brushed off his earlier embarrassment, knowing that defeating Lu Qinglian would win him the unique Enlightenment Tea leaves of Mount Taihua Sacred Land.

“Bring it on.”

Lu Qinglian went all out to face him.

In Cloud Mountain Holy Land, at the Immortal Temple, where Qiyun True Sovereign, the Saint Lord of Cloud Mountain Holy Land, cultivated.

The urgent footsteps broke Qiyun True Sovereign’s meditation.

“Mingzhen, what is it, such urgency?”

Qiyun True Sovereign opened his eyes, seeing that it was his eldest disciple, Daoist Mingzhen.

Daoist Mingzhen wiped the sweat from his brow with his robe sleeve, “Master, there’s trouble at Cloud Mountain Holy Land.”

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