I Have A Disciple Simulator

The man in the purple robe said, “Ancestor, please do not lose your temper. Reclaiming the Su Clan is a must, but seeking revenge against the two great families requires precise timing. In a one-on-one scenario, our Su Clan fears no one from either family. However, if we face them both at once, I fear we are no match for them. Therefore, revenge must be carefully planned.”

Su Wudi’s fiery temper flared up immediately: “Even if we’re no match, I will make the two great families drown in rivers of blood!”

“Ahem, may I interject? Everyone, please board the ship and calm down before we discuss further,” someone interjected.

Lu Changsheng, noticing the Qing Emperor Clan’s growing dissatisfaction, suggested leaving this Ancient Star first.

Otherwise, if the Qing Emperor Clan went back on their word, escape would become much more difficult.

Only then did the Su Clan ancestors board the ship.

Before piloting the Void Boat away, Lu Changsheng transmitted a message to the tribal leader: “I have visited the Qing Emperor’s Mausoleum—the very place where the Qing Emperor passed away. There, an evil spirit was sealed, but it managed to escape. Its whereabouts are now unknown.”

The tribal leader’s face turned pale upon hearing this, his expression rife with terror.

Even the other members of the Qing Emperor Clan had never seen such a look on their leader’s face before.

Not even when facing powerful beings like Su Wudi or the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon did their leader show fear.

Yet, at this moment, the tribal leader’s face reflected raw terror.

A few of the Qing Emperor Clan’s tattooed warriors secretly communicated with their leader through mental transmission.

Upon learning of the evil spirit’s emergence, their faces also turned ashen, eyes filled with dread, identical to their leader’s.

Lu Changsheng pondered quietly: It seems he had guessed correctly this time.

These members of the Qing Emperor Clan, exiled to this place, clearly had some knowledge about the origins of the evil spirit.

Perhaps they could unravel a mystery that had been troubling Lu Changsheng: “Could you tell me the identity of this evil spirit?”

After much hesitation, weighed down by his evident fear, the tribal leader finally answered: “It is not a being of the Three Realms. It exploited our greed, infiltrated us, and manipulated us into rebellion. His Majesty quelled our uprising, exiling us to this place to ensure we guarded it for generations to come.”

Not of the Three Realms?

Lu Changsheng took a deep breath, his skin crawling.

The murals in the Qing Emperor’s Mausoleum depicted scenes of Ancient Human Clan Emperors joining forces to slay an Ancient Evil Spirit.

Who would’ve thought the evil spirit sealed in the mausoleum was not of this world, but a being from outside the Three Realms?

This group had fallen under its control due to their lack of resolve, causing a rebellion that severely weakened the Qing Emperor’s faction, leading to their exile.

No wonder, even in death, the Qing Emperor personally constructed a mausoleum to suppress the evil spirit.

The damage the evil spirit inflicted upon the Qing Emperor’s clan scarred him deeply.

“Let’s hope we meet again under better circumstances.”

With some understanding of the evil spirit’s origins and the Qing Emperor Clan’s mission, Lu Changsheng piloted the Void Boat away from the Ancient Star.

The tribal leader stood upon the mountaintop, watching the Void Boat’s departure, lost in thought.

The once lively Ancient Star returned to its usual stillness.

The Qing Emperor Clan resumed their silent guardianship.

But the tribal leader knew that as more people discovered the Ancient Star’s existence and the evil spirit re-emerged, this place would not remain peaceful for long.

In a remote corner of the Ancient Star, members of the Ancient Helian Clan and Ancient Huangfu Clan hid, painstakingly repairing their damaged Void Boat.

These two families had truly been unlucky.

They had originally planned to kill Lu Changsheng and his group. But the first time, they encountered the locals, and the second time, they ran into the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon.

Neither were forces they could afford to provoke.

“This is bad. I can sense Su Wudi’s aura. Has he already broken free? If that’s the case, those we left in the Su Clan’s realm are in grave danger.”

“We must repair the Void Boat quickly and head to the Su Clan’s domain; otherwise, it will be too late.”

The members of the Ancient Helian Clan and Ancient Huangfu Clan worked tirelessly to fix their Void Boat, which had been damaged by the tribal leader.

Meanwhile, Lu Changsheng and his companions had already set course for the Su Clan aboard their Void Boat.

“Even using the Void Boat, it will still take ten years to reach our Su Clan,” Su Yun estimated.

Having successfully rescued the ancestors, Su Yun felt a heavy burden lifted from her heart and relaxed significantly.

“Young man, as thanks, allow me to teach you our Su Clan’s body tempering techniques and guide you a bit. You will surely benefit greatly. Let me first examine your physique.”

Su Wudi, refusing to idle, insisted on teaching Lu Changsheng a Divine Body Tempering Skill.

Su Wudi felt deeply indebted to Lu Changsheng for his kindness to the Su Clan, and leaving his debt unpaid made him uneasy.

“Hmm? Your physique rivals that of a Second Grade Dao Artifact? What kind of tempering technique have you been practicing?”

Su Wudi initially thought Lu Changsheng’s physical strength was average and that a little guidance would be highly beneficial to him.

But to his astonishment, Lu Changsheng’s physique was already as strong as a Second Grade Dao Artifact!

“Junior merely cultivated the Eternal Indestructible Art to Great Perfection,” Lu Changsheng casually stated.

“What? You managed to master such a dangerous body tempering skill?”

“You’re truly a monstrous talent…”

Lu Changsheng’s words left the Su Clan ancestors thoroughly shocked.

How could this young man’s talents be so terrifying, to even master a body tempering technique of such peril?

“This complicates things…”

Su Wudi had hoped to mentor Lu Changsheng during their ten-year journey and earn his gratitude.

But upon seeing Lu Changsheng’s capabilities, it became clear that he had no need for Su Wudi’s guidance.

How, then, was Su Wudi supposed to repay his debt?

Noticing Su Wudi’s eagerness to repay him, Lu Changsheng could only smile wryly: “Senior, perhaps if you could share a few of your personal cultivation techniques with me, I might gain some insight from their profound intricacies. That would surely benefit me greatly.”

Su Wudi’s spirits immediately lifted: “Hahaha, excellent! I have delved deeply into martial arts, Daoist techniques, and divine skills, creating countless cultivation methods. If you can grasp even a fraction of them, it will benefit you immensely. While I originally intended to reserve these for my descendants, given the life-saving grace you’ve bestowed upon the Su Clan, how could I consider you an outsider? Come, take them all.”

Overjoyed, Su Wudi handed over several hundred unique techniques to Lu Changsheng.

These techniques were all personally created by Su Wudi and were completely unique within the Three Realms.

Lu Changsheng targeted these rare treasures specifically.

As for common techniques, Lu Changsheng had already tried gifting them to his disciples.

But Su Wudi’s creations had yet to be tested for their effects on rewarding the system, piquing Lu Changsheng’s curiosity about what they might yield.

Such high emotional intelligence, indeed.

The ancestors of Mount Taihua Sacred Land and Guanghan Palace couldn’t help admiring Lu Changsheng’s cleverness in persuading Su Wudi to willingly offer up a treasure trove of unique techniques.

Su Wudi, without a doubt, was one of the ancient strong, and the foremost expert of the present-day Ancient Su Clan.

The level of his techniques was nearly equivalent to those created by the Mount Taihua Goddess, such as the Ziwei Celestial Flame True Art or One Sword Across Ages.

Su Wudi’s heartfelt generosity toward his benefactor demonstrated his true character.

“The stories about Su Wudi, the founding ancestor of the Su Clan, were true to his reputation: bold and brash,” Lin Shiyu remarked.

She had heard tales of Su Wudi from her elder sister, the Mount Taihua Goddess.

“This works perfectly for the benefit of our two sacred lands. Should we encounter trouble in the future, we can always call upon the Su Clan for assistance,” Li Lingfei added, agreeing that having ties with someone like Su Wudi would make things simpler. If Guanghan Palace faced adversity, Su Wudi would surely come to their aid.

“…”

Receiving Su Wudi’s hand-written techniques, Lu Changsheng furrowed his brows.

Why were the characters on these manuscripts so illegible, resembling scribbles made by ghosts?

Hadn’t Su Wudi achieved immortality? Couldn’t he have spent some time practicing his handwriting…?

Was it possible Su Wudi only spent his time cultivating and fighting?

Wait a moment… why had he even included personal anecdotes and random musings among the techniques…?

Lu Changsheng unexpectedly discovered some poetry composed by Su Wudi—

One blossom, two blossoms, three, four, and more,

Five blossoms, six blossoms, seven and eight pour.

Nine blossoms into ten, eleven, they flew,

Darting into the grass, gone from my view.

Lu Changsheng’s frown deepened even further.

“Ahem, ahem, that’s just some of my personal scribblings, not cultivation techniques…”

Su Wudi awkwardly retrieved the loose musings and poems.

As for the other techniques, they were indeed Su Wudi’s profound insights into the Dao, invaluable beyond measure.