“I do not take disciples.”
Nan Xi’s lazy voice echoed through the lecture hall, causing many of the disciples present to immediately let out a cry of despair.
They had finally waited for the Peak Master to arrive.
But the Peak Master was not taking disciples.
Where were they supposed to take this grievance?
Perhaps seeing the scene filled with sighs and lamentations, Ji Hongmei let out a light cough, attempting to smooth things over for Nan Xi.
“Uh, what our Peak Master means is that he recently took on a disciple and is currently putting all his effort into training her. He has no time to spare for more disciples. Our cultivation is the same; learning is not about quantity but about precision. One must invest their limited energy into more profound cultivation and research.”
After speaking, Ji Hongmei was the first to lead the applause.
The disciples below were stunned for a moment before bursting into thunderous applause—
“So that’s how it is!”
“I’ve truly learned something!”
“As expected of a Peak Master of the Tianhe Sect!”
“…”
‘Wait, what?’
Nan Xi raised his hand to scratch his head, looking around with a confused expression. Even now, everyone continued to cast looks of admiration toward him, their applause unending.
One could only say that Ji Hongmei was truly a disciple from Tianshu Peak.
Her social skills were maxed out.
“Master, they seem to be praising you,” Xia Xia said beside him, blinking as she looked up curiously to meet Nan Xi’s gaze.
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
Nan Xi slumped into his chair with a dejected face, letting whatever happened happen.
……
Fortunately, the Recruitment Seminar did not ultimately turn into a Nan Xi Study Session.
Under the arrangements of the Daye Village School Elders, the presentations continued in an orderly fashion.
Sects from all over the world took turns going up on stage to introduce themselves to the disciples present.
Of course, the vast majority were not as prestigious as the Tianhe Sect.
It was worth mentioning that whether it was because the disciples didn’t dare speak or because the Daye Village School authorities had exerted their influence, when the people from Cloud Pleat Valley took the stage, they did not announce their “preferred types” along with their introduction.
They simply gave a plain description of the local customs and scenery of Cloud Pleat Valley.
However—
Judging by the frustrated expression on the face of the Cloud Pleat Valley Elder, Luo Lin, it was most likely the latter.
That was a good thing. At least they didn’t have to hear that shocking phrase about liking little girls again.
Nan Xi chuckled softly and withdrew his gaze from the Cloud Pleat Valley party.
“Hello, everyone. I am Lang Ya, from the Zhulu Plain of Dong Qing Prefecture…”
While Nan Xi was spacing out, another person stepped into the center of the lecture hall.
It was none other than the Yao Cultivator youth that Nan Xi and Xia Xia had encountered briefly earlier.
Compared to before, he seemed even more frail and sickly, looking as if he might be blown over by a gust of wind just by standing there.
Except…
Why wasn’t he continuing?
Nan Xi furrowed his brows and looked at Lang Ya on the stage with confusion.
After the self-introduction, the youth had not uttered another word. He just stood silently in the center of the hall, his gaze lowered, staring at the floor.
‘Could you be even more socially anxious than I am?’
Not just Nan Xi, but everyone present realized something was wrong. Whispers began to break out among the crowd below.
The Elder of the Daye Village School frowned, stepping forward with some confusion, intending to ask about Lang Ya’s condition.
However, just as the Elder was about to reach out and touch the silent Lang Ya.
Awoo —
A long howl suddenly rang through the entire lecture hall.
Lang Ya let out an excited cry. Following that, his four limbs began to gradually lengthen as deep gray fur covered them.
His fingertips transformed into sharp claws that were one inch long. In the blink of an eye, he had transformed into a werewolf.
Everyone present was startled, and many were so terrified that they collapsed onto the ground.
“Master, Master! The wolf is coming!”
Xia Xia shook Nan Xi’s hand desperately, trying to pull him away from the venue.
However, Nan Xi did not move.
“Master, the wolf is coming!”
Nan Xi still didn’t move.
“Master, the wolf… ow.” Xia Xia cried out in pain, clutching her forehead which stung from a flick of Nan Xi’s finger. “Master, that hurts.”
“I know.”
Nan Xi gave Xia Xia a flat look before turning his gaze back to the center of the hall.
The expected werewolf attack did not occur. Lang Ya remained standing where he was, his features still retaining some of his original aura.
Then, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he actually raised his sharp claws and cupped his fists in a polite greeting to everyone present.
“Hello, everyone. I am Lang Ya from the Zhulu Plain of Dong Qing Prefecture. I am a Yao Cultivator, and my true form is a Sky-Stride Demon Wolf. If anyone is interested in Yao cultivation, you are welcome to come and exchange ideas with us.”
‘Wait, he really is a Yao Cultivator… No, he’s a Human Cultivator?’
Xia Xia’s eyes widened.
She then looked at Nan Xi in surprise. “Master, did you know all along?”
“I knew,” Nan Xi said nonchalantly. “I’ve dealt with Yao Cultivators before. The sounds they howl actually have practical meanings.”
“Take the werewolf tribe among the Yao Cultivators as an example. That ‘Awoo —‘ just now was the prelude to transforming into a half-yao, half-human form. It basically means, ‘I’m transforming, so you better watch out.'”
Nan Xi glanced at Lang Ya on the stage and continued.
“For another example, ‘Chi — Awoo —‘ means he is preparing to attack.”
“‘Wu — Hou —‘ means to be cautious and alert. It’s usually a sound made when facing a great enemy.”
“And ‘Aoo — aoo — aoo —,’ that one is simple. It means he’s been beaten until he’s crying and is ready to retreat.”
“Then what about this one?”
Xia Xia’s interest was piqued. She raised her slender little hands, curling them into claws in front of her, and put on a fierce expression.
“Awoo?”
Werewolf Xia Xia, super fierce!
Pfft —
Nan Xi couldn’t help but laugh out loud. He raised his hand and flicked Xia Xia’s forehead again. “That one means ‘Dummy Xia Xia.'”
Xia Xia’s eyes welled with tears as she looked at Nan Xi with a wronged expression.
She didn’t understand. She was clearly being super fierce just now, so why was her Master still teasing her?
She would remember this grudge. Once she became stronger, she would definitely show her Master what for!
Of course, Nan Xi was naturally unaware of Xia Xia’s little thoughts. His gaze had returned to the center of the stage.
In the short time he had been talking to Xia Xia, the disciples had gradually accepted Lang Ya’s identity as a demonic beast and had exchanged quite a bit of knowledge regarding Yao cultivation with him.
It seemed to be going smoothly.
A faint smile played on the corner of Nan Xi’s mouth. He withdrew his gaze, preparing to continue slacking off.
However, at that moment, Lang Ya, who had been conversing happily, suddenly paused. He tilted his neck and used his long snout to sniff the air, as if he had caught a scent of something.
After a long moment.
Lang Ya’s enchanting vertical pupils suddenly constricted. Then, his lower limbs quickly coiled, and he leaped up with the speed of a lightning bolt!
The surrounding disciples fell into an immediate uproar, looking at Lang Ya in mid-air with horror.
Boom —
A violent impact erupted. After the dust cleared, Lang Ya had landed right in the middle of the disciples.
Opposite him stood another disciple of the Daye Village School. However, she was clearly terrified by Lang Ya. She stood there trembling, not daring to move an inch.
More importantly…
On top of that disciple’s head was a pair of soft, long rabbit ears.
Nan Xi was stunned.
Another Yao Cultivator!?
However…
At this moment, something seemed to be wrong with Lang Ya.
His crimson vertical pupils stared intently at the rabbit Yao Cultivator, and a low growl escaped his throat.
“Chi — Hou —“