My Master Disconnected Yet Again
chapter-59

Chapter 59: Recruiting Disciples

“Didn’t you say you wanted to establish a sect? If we don’t recruit… Holy shit, you’re not planning to recruit any disciples, are you?” Lonemoon looked Shen Ying up and down, then pointed to the palace surrounded by Immortal Qi behind him. “If we won’t recruit disciples, why did you build such a freaking huge palace?”

After the Rabbit Monarch brought them to this spiritual peak, it brought a huge group of demon beasts to build the palace. Within mere months, the mountain which previously had nothing but spirit herbs suddenly had a palace built atop it. The palace looked far more magnificent than the one in which the Demon Monarch stayed.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Shen Ying commented after she turned around to look at the beautiful palace.

“Beautiful your ass!” Lonemoon was outraged. “Don’t tell me that you had such a huge palace built just for the three of us?” Do you take yourself as an emperor? The palace is so huge that it’ll take two days just to walk one lap around it.

“It’s so troublesome to recruit disciples…”

“Heh heh heh…” Lonemoon laughed mirthlessly. “Since we won’t have any disciples, you’ll take care of all the cleaning and sanitation in the palace, okay?”

“…”

Two seconds later…

“Father Niu, I think you’re right! Shall we go and recruit some disciples now?” After saying this, she turned to glance at Yi Qing beside her, saying, “Chef, quickly pack up all of these pastries. We can have them as snacks on the way. Bring more ingredients as well so that we can have a picnic if we don’t make it back here in time.”

“Yes Master, no problem Master!”

“…” At the end of the day, all you’re concerned about is food!

Lonemoon had a clear plan in mind. It would be easy for them to nurture an entire sect using this land of spirit herbs.

Although there were only the three of them now and the road ahead looked difficult, Lonemoon had experience in managing a company of millions of workers. He was all too familiar with these matters. As for training in sorcery, both he and Yi Qing could handle it. They were Sword Cultivators after all—they could recruit disciples who were talented. While Lonemoon was proficient in array formations, Yi Qing was proficient in weapon refinement. They could pass down their skills if they found suitable disciples and they could also allow their disciples to pick up pill-refining and beast control on their own.

As for Shen Ying… she could focus on being a good lucky charm for them.

Lonemoon knew he had thought everything through. He had compiled a thick book of documents which detailed his plan. This compilation included manuals on how to train their disciples, how to improve the sect’s quality as a whole and how to expand the sect’s influence. In his mind, everything was in its place—it was fool-proof. All that was left was for the three of them to get to Upper Azure Town and set up their stand. The three of them proceeded to do all they needed to. Just as they were about to begin their recruitment drive, however, they met with a huge problem.

“What sect are you from?” asked a white-clothed young man innocently.

Lonemoon: “…”

Yi Qing: “…”

Shen Ying: “…”

Holy shit! We forgot to think of a name for our sect!

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After a minute…

“Heh heh heh… Fellow Daoist, please give us a moment!”

Lonemoon’s face lost its color. He quickly set up a soundproof array and turned to his two companions. “Why didn’t you remind me that we hadn’t come up with a name?”

Shen Ying’s expression was one of nonchalance. “I thought you thought of one a long time ago.” Weren’t you the one who thought about recruiting disciples?

Yi Qing nodded in agreement. “I also thought Supremacy Niu had plans.”

“What should we do now? We can’t tell him that we haven’t thought of our sect name, can we?” Lonemoon turned around to glance at the young man. He lowered his voice and urged Shen Ying, “Hurry, you were the one who found the land. Think of something.”

“Can I just put any few words together?”

“Whatever, as long as it sounds catchy and pleasing to the ears. Hurry.”

“Oh…” Isn’t it just a name? “Catchy and pleasing to the ears. Bijing ¹ , Sponge Cake, Cheese, Fish…”

“… How about freaking braised, pan fried and deep fried!”

“That’s okay too!”

“Okay your ass!” Are these pleasing to the ears or pleasing to your mouth?Lonemoon was furious. “Can you stop thinking about food for once? If we choose names like that, won’t we be telling other sects that our disciples can easily be devoured?”

“Do we want to sound formidable?”

“Of course. We want to sound formidable and strong. We want the kind of name that would shake the Three Azure Realms.”

“How about… Tsinghua and Beida ² ?”

“Master, these names are great!” Yi Qing nodded profusely. “They sound like extremely reputable names.”

Lonemoon: “…” F*cking retards.

There were many people in Upper Azure Town and the place where the sects recruited disciples was much more crowded. The alleys and streets were filled with mortals who were looking to join a sect or a family and the public square was simply overflowing with people. The four aristocratic families had their own designated spots in the public square where they could recruit disciples. The mortals in the public square were mostly looking to join these aristocratic families.

Since Upper Azure Town was located in a remote area, the disciples whom the various sects and families sent to recruit other disciples were less formal than those in the huge immortal cities. Most of them just held up their flags with the names of their families or sects written on them. The tests they conducted on people who approached them was simple—they tested the quality of their Spirit Roots.

The criteria to join the four aristocratic families had always been strict and they were never interested in recruiting strangers. Therefore, many people looked to join other sects instead. The queues in front of other sects were long, all except… one on the far right side from the Lower Realm which nobody cared much about.

Compared to the other sects which each had seven to eight people in front of their stands, this sect looked cold and empty. There were only three cultivators there. Their flag was being held up by someone on the extreme right and had one word written on it: Invincible!

Invincible Sect sounded formidable and powerful, but nobody had ever heard of it. Everybody could tell that the sect was newly formed and small. Even though two out of three of the people from the sect seemed to be of a considerable cultivation level and looked like they could possibly beat everyone else around them, nobody dared to join their sect.

“Father Niu…” Shen Ying yawned as the flag in her hand began to tilt. “We’ve been trying to recruit disciples all day and we haven’t recruited a single one. Let’s take a break for lunch.”

“You better freaking stand up straight!” Lonemoon turned to look at her with a death glare and adjusted the flag. He knew that it would be difficult for a new sect to recruit disciples, but he had not expected that their situation would be so bleak. There were not even many people who cared to ask about their sect and the people who did were of low-quality Spirit Roots—they were not even suited to be cultivators.

“How much longer must I stand for?” Shen Ying could not take it any longer.

Yi Qing took the flag from her hands immediately. He then reached into his storage bag and retrieved a wooden stool. “Master, why don’t you sit down and take a break?”

“Alright!” Shen Ying’s eyes lit up as she sat down on the stool. But suddenly, a lady in a gray robe rushed out the doors of the shop next to them which had been closed all the way up till that moment. She was not watching where she was going and before long, tripped over Shen Ying’s wooden stool and fell down before the three of them. The lady’s gray robe fell to the floor, revealing bright and colorful clothing beneath.

Shen Ying hesitated for a moment before moving to help her up, but she was beaten to it by someone who rushed out from inside the shop.

“Si Yu!” The woman who had rushed out quickly helped the lady on the ground up and re-tied her gray robe, hiding the bright and colorful clothing once again. “Are you okay? Are you alright?”

“Big Sister Yu Hong.” The gray-robed lady shook her head, looking around her with panicked eyes. In the next moment, seven to eight other people had walked out of the shop. Each of them was dressed in a gray robe just like that lady’s.