Chapter 2 Checking the Student's Place of Origin

In the clouds, in the snow, there is the Snow Palace on the Piaomiao Peak.

There has never been such a lively day in front of the Snow Palace as today.

Something big happened!

The sword master who had been in seclusion for thirty years and gave instructions for five minutes, the sword-wielding elder Ning Mingmei actually issued a call to the sect!

The sword-wielding elder Ning Mingmei has now reached the Spirit Transformation Stage and has more than ten disciples under his name. Since the elder is the peak master and has a high status, each of the more than ten disciples has stood out from thousands of people and has extraordinary abilities...

"The king of test-taking."

It is better to keep silent.

At this moment, he was standing on the ice-carved pavilion on top of the Snow-Cutting Palace, observing the dozen or so unfortunate fellows who came to report to him as freshmen.

A dozen unlucky guys, all dressed in white and carrying swords, stood in a row and bowed their heads in unison. The Sword-wielding Elder was known for his coldness; no one dared to enter the cave unless he summoned them.

Ning Mingmei lowered his head and looked at the jade slip in his hand.

"The second disciple's request for leave to travel, the fourth disciple's report on the third disciple... and the atmosphere of incompatibility between the groups of people when they gathered just now."

These groups of people can be roughly divided according to the expensiveness of their clothing.

People are not united.

How can we produce results if the lab is not united? How can he apply for funds to build a new office building?

There is also the system that follows him, watches him covetously, and asks him to play the role of the cold and aloof master.

but……

There was a faint golden light on the head of one of them.

Ning Mingmei: "What is that?"

System: "That is the son of destiny hidden in this world."

The hidden son of luck, that is, besides the male protagonist who is the luckiest son in this world, there is also someone with great luck. They are like unpolished jade, possessing good fortune but just not yet discovered.

The system said: "As a time traveler, your eyes can identify the children of luck hidden in the crowd. When they are insignificant, you can give them blood transfusions and train them, helping them grow into strong people who are comparable to the male protagonist."

Ning Mingmei asked: "What's the use?"

System: "You can cling to their thighs to complete the task of eliminating the male protagonist. And you can also choose a top from them. This is what all time travelers do."

Ning Mingmei had only one reaction to this: "I don't even have a good laboratory building, and you still want me to give blood transfusions to those hidden sons of luck? What's the point of attacking? They are just working for me."

The system couldn't wait any longer and started to accumulate power: "Host, you have made them wait here for an incense stick of time. Please remember that your mission is to play the role of the master. And be cool and aloof."

Ning Mingmei said without raising his eyelids: "When a mentor meets a student for the first time, he always gives them some time to relax. This is a custom. My mentor does the same."

System: It seems very cool.

The tone was calm, but it felt a little bit evil.

System: "By the way, what is a group meeting?"

"Come in." Ning Mingmei ignored it and sent a voice message.

Upon hearing this, more than a dozen disciples filed in according to their seniority. Senior Brother Wen Siheng walked at the head of the crowd and heard Second Junior Brother Lin Heting muttering to himself behind him: "What does Master want to talk to us about?"

"……have no idea."

A disciple dressed in luxurious clothes deliberately avoided the disciple behind him who was dressed simply before entering the hall.

It feels like touching it will stain your clothes.

Their master, the Sword-wielding Elder, is a man who won't let anyone enter his temple unless there is something wrong. Many of his disciples never even saw him after they were accepted as his disciples. As the eldest senior brother, Wen Siheng was fortunate enough to receive some instruction - but only a few times, and threw a few secret manuals to him, and later he didn't hear any message from him many times.

This is also the norm in the world of immortal cultivation.

So this time Wen Siheng thought about it and came up with only two reasons. Either something big happened in the world of immortals, and they, the disciples, were needed to go to the battlefield to fill the holes in the demon world; or the master discovered something big and wanted to punish them.

The last time the master called everyone together, he personally destroyed the foundation of a disciple who relied on violence to commit crimes, and drove him out of Piaomiao Peak in front of everyone.

It was a very cold day and Wen Siheng felt cold sweat all over his body.

Finally arrived at the main hall. Bringing with the breeze is a faint scent of winter plum blossoms. Senior Brother Wen Siheng lowered his head and dared not look. Second Senior Brother Lin Heting glanced upwards furtively—and immediately noticed something was wrong.

Lin Heting: ...

Master is a little too weird today.

The sword-wielding elder had not combed his hair into a bun, leaving its waterfall-like black hair hanging casually. The white robe with silver patterns on his body looked like something he had just casually put on. He leaned back in the rosewood chair and looked at his disciples expressionlessly. But he had a pair of...

Water, crystal mirror?

"Master!" Before he could think about it, Wen Siheng spoke first, "I wonder why Master called us here?"

Wen Siheng admitted that he had the idea of ​​asking for forgiveness in advance, and the other disciples beside him also quickly synchronized and were ready to kneel down at any time.

Although they are incompatible, they are united only when facing the Master.

Ning Mingmei understood as soon as he saw their expressions.

The weekly show hasn't even started yet and I'm already so nervous. It seems that masters have always treated their disciples in the same way since ancient times.

"Don't be nervous." Ning Mingmei said, "We are just gathering everyone for the first group meeting. Meet up, say hello, and get to know each other."

Group meeting?

Ning Mingmei pushed up his glasses.

"Since my last retreat, my thoughts have become more enlightened. A teacher is someone who teaches, accepts students, and resolves doubts. Since I entered the Spiritual Transformation Stage, I have had eighteen disciples. Now it's time to teach you more."

It wasn’t actually accountability... After a brief moment of relief, everyone’s eyes lit up.

Preach!

Master wants to preach!

"Unfortunately, the jade slips only have limited records about you. Apart from your names, nothing else is clear. As the ancient saying goes, teach students in accordance with their aptitude. Before assigning tasks, each of you should introduce yourselves." Ning Mingmei said, "Name, place of origin, current cultivation, major, hobbies."

He added: "The so-called professional direction is the direction of your current practice. Spiritual roots, weapons, skills... everything counts. Start with you."

He pointed at Wen Siheng with his fan: "You are the eldest brother. Lead by example."

System: "Why are you asking so many questions?"

This is because there is rift between everyone, and we need to make sure everyone loves each other.

Ning Mingmei didn't even raise his eyelids.

The system seems to understand. Those who are close to vermilion will be red, and those who are close to ink will be black. Ning Mingmei wants to create a beautiful, united and loving master-disciple environment for the male protagonist, so that the male protagonist can feel the warmth of spring breeze as soon as he enters the door.

Ning Mingmei’s love for the male protagonist is a far-sighted plan!

What a qualified master.

"Wen Siheng, from Zhongzhou. In the early stage of Jindan, a sword practitioner. Canglan technique...hobby..." Wen Siheng said, "Practicing swordsmanship."

Henan candidates, the king of the test paper.

"Lin Heting, from Gusu. In the early stage of Jindan, a sword cultivator. Master the Wanhua Sword Technique. He also likes playing the piano."

Candidates from Jiangsu are also very competitive...wait a minute.

Ning Mingmei glanced at him more.

There is also a very delicate jade pendant around her waist, and it seems that her family is quite wealthy. Hmm... there was a lotus pattern on the belt. Ning Mingmei remembered that this was the family crest of a large family in the novel.

Independent enrollment, with extra points. Ning Mingmei corrected himself in his heart.

The third senior brother seemed easy to get along with and quite casual, but he didn't pay any attention to cultivation at all. When he talked about what he had learned, he was very disorganized. The system reminded Ning Mingmei: "This is the nephew of the owner of the Minghua Valley next door. The nephew of our Qingji Sect's leader is also learning alchemy in Minghua Valley. They are related..."

Ning Mingmei: "What kind of connections are you talking about? To put it nicely, exchange student."

It's a bit of a rip-off to replace my family members with students of chemical and environmental materials.

Fourth Senior Brother smiled, and it was as if he had said nothing. It was he who was gleaming with a faint golden light... Ning Mingmei said to the system, "Come and help me."

System: ...When did this person start speaking so confidently?

"This person is a hybrid of a human and a demon, and his life was miserable. You felt pity for him when you saw him being bullied, so you brought him back." said the system.

"Oh...American-style admissions."

...What is American-style admissions?

"Diversity and misery." Ning Mingmei said.

The system said: "He is not miserable, he deliberately designed it for you to see so that you can sneak into the sect."

Ning Mingmei said, "Add a sell. Diversity and personal statements sell misery, which is more American. He is from the demon world and is considered an international student. He sneaked into the sect with ulterior motives. In order to prevent him from stealing technical secrets, he is not allowed to study sensitive majors. When he returns to the demon world next time, his visa will be suspended and he will not be allowed to enter."

The system said: "But he is one of the hidden sons of destiny!"

Ning Mingmei said: "Those who don't work hard for me will end up like this. This is equality."

The evil aura was getting stronger and stronger. The system seemed to see fifty stars twinkling in Ning Mingmei's eyes.

The eighteen people were introduced one by one. Overall, there were eight top scorers and the remaining ten were four geniuses, four people with connections, one top scorer who was in despair and had given up so much that he could not take the exam, and one international student. The system didn't know how much Ning Mingmei had heard. It only saw him stand up and say, "Okay. Next, everyone come to my study to discuss the progress. Let's start with the eldest brother."

Even though the Master was so gentle and caring about them, Wen Siheng broke out in a cold sweat again.

Second Senior Brother Lin Heting heaved a sigh of relief. What Master did today was an unexpected surprise.

It just so happened that he had wanted to come over these few days to say goodbye to his master and report his plan to travel around the world.

Ning Mingmei knocked on the wall to signal Wen Siheng to follow. On the way, he heard the system say: "The host teaches attentively, gets along well with the apprentice, shapes the image of Bai Yueguang, and takes the initiative to complete the task. The system is very satisfied with your progress."

The system waited for Ning Mingmei's reaction. It anticipated the violent retorts and grovelling, which were common reactions of traversers to the system's humiliation. But Ning Mingmei only said one sentence to the system when he opened the door: "Naive."

There was no mockery or emotion in his tone, it just sounded like a statement.

system:……

Across a corridor from the main hall is the study. Ning Mingmei said to Wen Siheng, "Find a place to sit down."

When he turned around, he saw the other person sitting on the cushion. He looked like he was listening to the instructor and therefore sat down, but was afraid that he would sit down before the instructor, so he looked honestly, embarrassed and well-behaved.

Ning Mingmei's mouth curled up.

Seeing the master in white walking towards him, Wen Siheng became even more nervous. While he felt that his master was a being of divine appearance, he was also deeply ashamed of himself for being distracted by his master's appearance and not paying attention to his master's identity and academic ability.

"You have been my disciple for several decades."

"Yes, Master." Wen Siheng lowered his head.

"You are my first disciple, and I have always placed high hopes on your cultivation. As the eldest senior brother, you must set a good example for your younger brothers and sisters. So far, your cultivation results are quite good." Ning Mingmei replaced all research with cultivation, and spoke skillfully without changing his expression.

"..." Wen Siheng was nervous, excited and expectant.

"——However, for so many years, I have been busy letting you practice, and I have not paid attention to your family situation." Ning Mingmei changed the subject, and Wen Siheng's hair stood on end. "Zhongzhou is full of talented people. It is not easy for you to break through the siege and come to my laboratory... to be my disciple. Just now I noticed that the cloth shoes on your feet have been worn out."

"Master..." Wen Siheng's face flushed, and he tried to put his feet away awkwardly, "I'm sorry, Master, I didn't..."

"Your family conditions are not good, right?"

"...I only have an old mother and a younger sister in my family. My whole family saved money and sent me to Qingji Sect to practice." Wen Siheng said, and then he seemed to remember something, his face turned pale and hesitantly said, "Master, I know that people who practice immortality should cut off worldly ties. I won't..."

"To use Heaven's principles to eliminate human desires is to go against Heaven's will. Don't say such things again. As the eldest son in the family, you should shoulder the responsibility of supporting the family. How can a man suck the blood of his family dry to study, marry, and buy a house, leaving his mother, sister, widow, and orphan in poverty? How can he be a real man if he can't be a good person?"

The master's words were harsh and stern, and Wen Siheng was deeply hurt. After cultivating immortality, one should cut off worldly ties. He was in financial difficulty, and wanted to send money home, but he had no money and was looked down upon by the immortals. This became a mental obsession for him. Then, Master asked, "How much is your monthly allowance now?"

Wen Siheng reported a number less than 1000.

"Your price will be increased to 2,700 yuan," said the master. "If you want to send some money back home in the future, just go ahead and send it yourself. You don't have to worry about the rules of the immortal sect. Just think of it as a special permission I give you."

Wen Siheng's eyes lit up. The heavy stone in his heart was lifted, and he felt warmth filling his eyes. The master put his cool hand on his shoulder and said, "From now on, notifying other disciples and other trivial matters of the sect will be left to you."

"There are also trivial matters such as summary reports, meeting attendance clocking in, etc."

"besides#@%!%%#@……"

"Si Heng." Before he could answer, the master continued, "You are the eldest brother of the sect. You are different from the other brothers and sisters. Your family background is not as prominent as theirs, so you have to rely on your own efforts. If you want to catch up with them, you can only work harder than them."

"I give you so many tasks to test you. Increasing your funding is a sign of my belief in your ability and giving you more opportunities to demonstrate your abilities. Prove to them that you are no weaker than any of the chosen ones, and that you can do better and more than them. No matter how much work you have to do, don't complain! You will grow more from it than others."

The warmth in Wen Siheng's eyes gradually filled his heart. His master values ​​him so much that compared to this, giving him more money is not important.

"Master," Wen Siheng choked up, "I will definitely work hard..."

Only after he finished speaking did he realize that he and his master were now very close. The master’s long, shiny black hair fell to his knees, and his eyes behind his glasses were as beautiful as the lake he played in as a child.

But why do glasses flash cold light?

Of course, Wen Siheng ignored these intuitions.

"Okay, let's stop here for today. Let's go back to the main hall and call the next person back. No one is allowed to leave until everyone has finished talking." Ning Mingmei said with satisfaction. He found that his eldest disciple's eyes, nose and face were all red.

Ning Mingmei thought blushing was normal. People blush when they are touched.

"Um……"

Wen Siheng wiped his tears and was about to leave excitedly. Before leaving, he was stopped by Ning Mingmei again. The master in white handed him a handkerchief.

"Wait, you are the eldest senior brother, you should show the dignity of the eldest senior brother."

Wen Siheng's heart felt even warmer. He wiped his tears with a handkerchief and walked away whimpering.

The study door was open, facing the white mountains and black waters. The system said: "Host..."

"I convinced him." Ning Mingmei said.

System: "...Not concerned?"

Ning Mingmei: "What a good child. He will definitely work hard for me in order to support the family with his salary."

System: ...You must be kidding.

"Host, don't you think your behavior is not very Sword Immortal?" The system said, "Remind the host, if the character setting collapses and your identity is exposed, the mission will fail, then..."

Ning Mingmei pushed his glasses and said, "Who would question their mentor? Don't want to graduate? Besides, that's what my mentor did."

"My mentor is the best in the industry, and I sent hundreds of letters to him during my undergraduate studies. He has many disciples in the industry. This is a real cold and aloof master."

system:"………………"

But the host followed such a good master, why did he change his research direction after graduation?

As he spoke, the second apprentice came in.