I Am Such An Expert; Why Do I Have To Take In Disciples นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Nathan finally seemed to realize he was staring. He straightened awkwardly. Then smiled. "Doctor..." His expression turned hopeful. "How many years did it take you to master skills like that?" Vessara immediately knew where this was heading. Nathan ignored her. "Have you ever considered taking apprentices? I think I'm pretty talented. I can prove it." "Or maybe you could test me?" "Do disciples need to prepare gifts? Or ceremonies?" "Or—" "Stop." Vessara cut him off instantly. Her head was already pounding. "I have absolutely no intention of taking students."

"I don't think that's a good idea! We are, after all, the elders of the Unfettered Immortal Palace. Even if we really want to take a look, it can't be so obvious. That's not good, really not good!" They were the experts of the Unfettered Immortal Palace. They had noticed some outstanding cultivators before, and now most of them had joined the Unfettered Immortal Palace, which made them very satisfied! If these disciples could safely pass the following trials, they would think about accepting them as their own disciples. There were many reasons for this. Simply put, it was to strengthen the connection between the new disciples and the Unfettered Immortal Palace! What's more, the experts of th

"Otherwise, why do you think the 2000 disciples on the waiting list are divided into five academies? How come there are barely any authorities in the academies, but a few teachers? This kind of hands-off management is perfect for disciples who are truly powerful. Only after unifying his academy and gaining the support of all its disciples, can he be worthy of the title of the top disciple, of eventually joining the core disciples, and of obtaining our sect's true legacy and magic skills! "Huh. How come I don't know all of this?" "You're just a glutton who eats all day. If you asked the third-generation disciples, you would have known." "Why should I go ask since you can tell me?" said the ch

“You’re right! I am an informal disciple! But so what? You were once an informal disciple too! What makes you so certain that I don’t have what it takes to be Elder Godfrey’s last disciple?” Oliver was so angered by his words that he started to laugh. He pointed at Fane’s face, and said, “It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out! All of the last disciples were chosen from the formal disciples. And you’re right, we formal disciples were once informal disciples too but we got to where we are right now through our talent and hard work! Not to mention you didn’t even get accepted through our standard procedures. You, of all people, have no right to tell me to shut up!”

He knew they were stubborn and single-minded. “Master Dustin, I have a request,” Brody said. “Go ahead.” “You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met. Will you take me in as your disciple?” Brody suddenly dropped to his knees. “I want to learn the strongest martial arts techniques! I want to become a Martial King!” “Ridiculous! Master Dustin doesn’t just take in disciples!” Adrian snapped. His expression darkened. If becoming a disciple was that easy, countless people would have already lined up to learn from Dustin.

"What could be so bad about being recognised for your qualities? I don't understand." "Being a primary disciple comes with additional responsibilities and expectations. The chosen one has the duty to follow the example of their mentor and, in turn, demonstrate unwavering dedication to learning and growing in knowledge and skills. Their role may be crucial in making important decisions, advising the Major Archon, and providing unique and valuable perspectives to the Archon community," explains Serafín. "So what happened then?"

It would be such a rush to be able to kill two birds with one stone. Lawrence took the bait as expected. He had been the Skills Imparting Elder for years because those with true potential were personally trained by other elders and the sect master. All remaining disciples with ordinary talent would be passed on to him. He was nothing but a worker bee to them. Lawrence had no idea about this and thought he had great judgment. He believed he was able to bring out the best potential and talent from each disciple. That was also why he was proud of his sense of judgment.

His eyes move over me — grey robe, no clan mark, white hair, the iron Outer Disciple tag at my collar — and his expression does the rapid calculation of someone determining threat level and finding the number low. "New intake," he says. "This isn't your concern. Wait your turn." "I read the rules pamphlet," I say. "Page fourteen, paragraph three. Senior disciples are prohibited from leveraging rank differential for personal resource extraction. That's the rule. You're currently breaking it in front of twelve witnesses." One of the disciples on the bench — a girl with Frost Moon Kingdom robes, Spirit Awakening Stage 2 — looks between me and Ren with an expression of someone watching a situati

The voice was confused, but in the next second, it suddenly became angry, "Are you disciples eating shit? It must be because you didn't have the ability, that is why the Seventh Peak declined, right?" "Before I came here, the Seventh Peak was all gone. I was the last and only disciple of my master." "You're his disciple. Why are you here instead of staying in the Seventh Peak?"

“D*mn! There’s such an awesome freshman?” “Since I have nothing better to do, I’ll go and take a look. If he’s talented, I’ll keep him as my disciple. You people better not snatch him away from me!” “Old Zach, you shouldn’t mislead the students. If he’s really talented, he’s better off with me.” “Bullsh*t!” A group of instructors rushed out in a hurry. A top-notch disciple was like winning the lottery. Who wouldn’t want one?