Novel & Cerita I Am Such An Expert; Why Do I Have To Take In Disciples

Because the disciples' performance was just too embarrassing! Craneweaver clenched his hand and went to see Mystic Vale. After all, he was the acting leader now, so it was up to him to handle it. Mystic Vale was pretty shameless too. He looked at the already crazy Liran: "Some disciples were sent to the sect, and we always tried our best to train them just to give them a chance. But everyone has their own weaknesses. Even if someone had amazing talent, after entering the formation, the desire to survive might make him forget all the rules."

Matteo could not help but laugh as he slowly said, “Dude, you said you’ll do anything so long as I’ll be your master and yet you can’t even agree to such a small request. How are you going to be strong? You have to know those powerful individuals are the loneliest. People like you who can’t put their emotions aside will never be strong let alone worthy to be my disciple.” Matteo chuckled at that. “Yes, I’ve recently thought of accepting a disciple, but my disciple has to roam the entire martial arts world and be indomitable! I want my disciple to put down everything they have. By letting go of the woman you love can you then be indomitable! You can’t do so but still want to be my disciple? I

It wasn't because the disciple had entered his territory, but because he saw the helpless look on the disciple's face when he saw him. "Haaa, why are you here? Is there a problem?" asked the fourth elder when he saw a disciple coming to him. The disciple gave a letter to the fourth elder and then excused himself from the place. Seeing the disciple leave, the fourth elder became curious, which made the disciple's expression a little heavy when looking at him.

“Okay,” Mary replied as she understood Rhiannon's temperature. If she said something, it would be hard to convince her, especially at the moment. “Most people got kids while their kids also gave birth. As the teacher instructed, none of us have taken in disciples as we don’t want to corrupt the organization or make our enemies send their people here as their spies. This is one of the reasons why our organization is still standing and feared since we are growing and moving fast unlike the others which are degrading,” Mary explained and Rhiannon nodded her head in understanding although, she couldn’t understand how the number had still reached a thousand since their numbers weren’t adding up.

Dusty was only a nominal disciple, which was for the sake of Raphael Lindburg. Accepting this little girl as his disciple was completely because of her extraordinary bone foundation. That was why Jason had such an idea. Not everyone could become his disciple. Moreover, he was not in the mood to teach some mediocre people now. Not to mention that he was too tired, their future achievements would not be too high.

The elders who were watching the battles were so angry at their disciples. "Why did I accept you to be my disciples? How could you surrender so quickly after just a few rounds of attacks?" "I remembered teaching more than these! This is the best time to gain experience! You are going to regret this in the future when you are facing your enemy!" "Argh! I'm so angry at them!"

Adrian Hale had always believed that predictability was a kind of peace. A lecture hall at eight in the morning, the familiar echo of shoes on polished floors, students half-asleep and half-engaged—these were the patterns that made his life quiet, clean, and manageable. No surprises. No disturbances. Nothing that required him to feel more than he intended. And then she enrolled.

At that time, he did not even conduct the investigation himself but handed it to his subordinates. “Okay, Sugar. Thank you. We’re best friends from now on.” Serenity did not hesitate to accept Sugar’s offer. Although she was unaware of how successful the old-timers’ disciples were, they were most likely the cream of the crop in their respective fields. In fact, those who wished to meet the elders were actually after their disciples. No one knew the identities of the disciples aside from the elders themselves. The outsiders simply knew that the disciples were already a formidable force on their own.

He let go of the beggar's money bag and put on a serious look on his face, "Since my disciple is here, I'll spare you." The beggar took the money bag and rushed away. Kelvin and I took a ride back to town together. On the way back, he asked, "Are you done with thinking about being my disciple?" Hearing his words, I was moved. I knew it would be a good way out for me. I looked at him sincerely and said, "Mr. Kelvin, I've thought it over. I'm willing to be your disciple." "Really?" Kelvin looked at me and said some what worriedly, "Being my disciple means that you have to concentrate on your studies wholeheartedly and that you are not allowed to meet those messy men."

“It’s not just that,” Justus said. “There’s something even more important.” “There’s more?” I stiffened instantly. “Don’t tell me you came back because of that woman, Mia.” I had become overly sensitive to that name, afraid that even my third brother would end up just like big brother—completely blinded. Justus clicked his tongue in disdain. “Who would bother with her?” “Then what is it?” I pressed. “Hoyles publicly announced online that he’s taking disciples. I want to apprentice under him.”