Cultivating Disciples Novels & Stories

They went out to get a few followers, but a few fresh starters turned them down. The kids were smart and knew not to get involved with certain people. A few of the stronger ones, however, agreed. They figured out a way to deal with upstart pampered Core Disciples. Especially ones who received their position from parents and favors. These ore disciples were not strong and were used to using influence. The Inheriting Disciples, such as Ren earned their place in childhood. By completing dangerous tasks and dangerous cultivation methods that they had to keep inside their souls. A way to keep the core principles of a Sect alive.

"It is exactly as the two of you explained. A Teacher's job is to cultivate students to their greatest possible extent regardless of their internal talents. So, a teacher may have a good student and a poor student. A master looking for disciples will only look for talents. The relationship between a master and a disciple is selfish in nature. I am attracted to both of your potentials, and it is my promise that if you're my disciples, any Titled Douluo looking to harm you will have to cross me first. The other enmity you form will be taken care of by yourself. With such strict terms, are you willing to cultivate under my methods?" Chen closed his eyes while Ah Yin silently waited.

Wilbur stopped in his tracks, staring at both men coldly. Cameron and the others were shocked. Were these two thinking of challenging Wilbur? Did they have a death wish? Instead, the two men scrambled to get down on one knee at the sight of Wilbur before chorusing, "We'd like to become your disciples, sir. Please grant us this honor." Cameron exchanged a glance with his companions. It was true that even Sanctuary level cultivators would fight over the chance to be a disciple of a true expert.

He did indeed intend to take in disciples as he wanted to pass on what he had to them. Sven nodded furiously and kowtowed respectfully. “Yes, we want to join the Incandescent Sect and become your disciples! Please accept the three of us, Deputy Sect Master.” “Hmm.” Matteo nodded and smiled. “From today onwards, the three of you are my final disciples. I hope you’ll work hard in practicing cultivation and don’t disappoint me.” Matteo’s eyes landed on Ambrose in satisfaction when he said that. He tested out the qualities of the three of them while he was still speaking. All three of them were rare cultivation talents.

“Holy shit, I remember that he was only ranked 70th the last time! In such a short time, he has already progressed to 65!” “The Singer family is amazing, indeed! Are they going to produce another talented genius?” The onlookers discussed it excitedly. There were 200 spots on the Disciple List. The 100th place was the obvious divide, which distinguished the disciples of the second zone from the third zone. The 50th place was another obvious divide, which distinguished the disciples of the third zone from the fourth zone. The 20th place distinguished the disciples of the fourth zone from the fifth zone.

“Moreover, there are many martial artists who are scattered, and they are all bent on obtaining an even more profound cultivation method to improve their strength. If the Schulz family can obtain a better cultivation method, the Schulz family can certainly use it to attract more disciples. I do not dare to guarantee anything more, but I think that it would still be very easy for the Schulz family to take in a few thousand disciples.” Cadfan nodded as he smiled and said seriously, “Henderson, at that time, you will be in charge of taking care of the sect, then. All of the disciples will also be your disciples. As for me, I only have one requirement, and that is that this sect would have to se

His expression was unreadable but proud, steady, grounding her. “I realized discipline isn’t about punishment, it’s about structure. It’s about showing up even when it’s hard, even when no one believes you can. And passion… passion is what makes that structure worth it. Without passion, discipline is just routine. Together, they can push you beyond what you think you’re capable of.” Her voice grew stronger as she continued, her words flowing more naturally. “And I want to share something with you. Some of you may know me not as Olivia Bennett, the student, but as the voice behind a podcast called Grounded and Growing.”

"Really ...... really? But we're all ordinary people with no spirit veins, how can we cultivate like you ......" Once the crowd heard that they were just choosing disciples, they were slightly more at ease again, and the man in green laughed, "I was just an ordinary person in the beginning, well, the sixteen people on your side, follow me first." Sixteen people will believe, went out fourteen, but the remaining two refused to go no matter what, hiding in the corner, face pale, incoherent said, "We are all death row prisoners, how can there be such a good thing in the world? No ...... not choose disciples, you ...... what exactly are you going to do to us ......"

It was a mixture of pity, disgust and unworthiness. Kael's body shakes as his knees give up, making him kneel through the floor. Slowly despair has consumed his heart, he can never get out of this, he wishes he was stronger so that maybe, just maybe, people will believe him that he was a disciple worthy of his master's teaching. To be acknowledged. That was the only thing he wanted. He wished that this was all a dream, he wished he never went to this forest, he wished to see his master for the last time, but the woman in front of him denied him of this wish.

From the day Gerald began cultivating, he realized how little he truly knew about the world. Upon hearing that, Walter simply shook his head with a bitter smile as he said, “Truth be told, the seventy-two disciples were all-powerful cultivators, each possessing strength that could easily shock the cultivation realm! As for how they were wiped out… well… Ryder’s to take credit for that!”