I Have A Disciple Simulator

In the ranks of Mount Taihua Sacred Land, there's also a big yellow dog shaking its head and tail following the crowd.

"The leader of the group must be the Holy Son of Tai Hua, truly a talented and graceful figure, deserving of the title of the top genius in the Immortal Realm today."

The female disciples from the Nine Great Confucian Sects couldn't help but brighten their eyes upon seeing the person at the front of the Mount Taihua Sacred Land's group.

Even the male disciples of the Nine Great Confucian Sects couldn't compare with the Holy Son of Tai Hua.

Moreover, with the halo of being the top genius of the Immortal Realm, he won the hearts of these Confucian female disciples even more.

In front of Lu Changsheng, most of the male Confucian disciples appeared dull and lackluster.

"Is it him?"

The Princess covered her cherry lips with her hand, her bright eyes filled with disbelief.

This Holy Son of Tai Hua, his aura is very similar to the man she saw on the street before.

His disciple by his side, unchanged in appearance, serves as the proof.

"The Holy Son of Tai Hua does keep a grand presence; even I personally came to visit and yet couldn't get an audience."

The Third Prince felt somewhat displeased.

He had once personally gone to the Eternal Prosperity Inn to meet Lu Changsheng, but was stopped by Daoist Earth Hound.

"Master... Master?"

The most astonished person was none other than Mo Huazhi.

She was so surprised that her mouth hung open, and ripples stirred in her normally calm eyes.

It had been a very long time since she had seen the master who had taken her in.

If not for Lu Changsheng, Mo Huazhi would still be a mere servant at Inquiry Immortal Pavilion, how could she have her current status and cultivation level?

In her dreams, Mo Huazhi often dreamt about the times she cultivated at Qingyun Peak. Now, reuniting with her master felt almost surreal, making her feel somewhat unreal.

Besides her master, there were also her senior brother, second senior sister, fourth junior brother... and a dog.

Seeing the faces from the past, Mo Huazhi's eyes brimmed with tears, overwhelmed with emotions.

"I knew I'd find you here."

Lu Changsheng recognized Mo Huazhi immediately.

With Mo Huazhi's cultivation level, she could maintain her youthful appearance, just as she looked while cultivating at Qingyun Peak.

The only difference was the resolute aura around Mo Huazhi, showing signs of becoming a saint, more stable than before.

Lu Changsheng, having inquired about news in the Immortal Imperial City, already knew that Mo Huazhi had been taken in as a direct disciple by the master, being groomed as the next academy chief.

Ziyang Academy, being one of the Nine Great Confucian Sects, holds a status comparable to that of a Daoist Holy Land; the position of the chief of Ziyang Academy is akin to the master of a Holy Land.

Seeing his former disciple grown to such a state, Lu Changsheng felt immensely gratified.

"Third junior sister, long time no see!"

Lu Qinglian saw Mo Huazhi and excitedly waved at her.

Mo Huazhi wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and nodded, "Yes, it's been a long while."

The sudden changes at the scene alerted the Nine Great Confucian Sects and other Confucian sects, big and small.

The direct disciple of the master of Ziyang Academy, actually being called the third junior sister?

Could she have a connection with the Holy Son of Tai Hua?

"What is going on here?"

Even the Great Confucians and disciples of Ziyang Academy were at a loss, completely unaware of the deeper story.

"Zhi'er, you continue to preside over the conference, we'll talk later."

Lu Changsheng knew this was a grand Confucian assembly, with tens of thousands of Great Confucians watching them. Mo Huazhi still had to represent Ziyang Academy in presiding over the Confucian assembly, and it wasn't the time for casual chats.

"Understood."

Mo Huazhi composed herself and continued to preside over the Confucian assembly.

The people of Mount Taihua Sacred Land took their seats.

The seating of Mount Taihua Sacred Land was on equal footing with the Nine Great Confucian Sects, but Lu Changsheng would not intervene in the Confucian assembly. He was here as a guest to watch the assembly, not as a true participant.

The Nine Great Confucian Sects were not yet ready for Lu Changsheng to step in.

If Lu Changsheng, who has defeated the son of the Heavenly Emperor at the Heavenly Court assembly, were to participate in the Confucian assembly, wouldn't that lead to chaos?

Lin Qingzhi said to Lu Changsheng, "Master, the third junior sister is already around the seventh level of the Immortal Emperor Realm."

"Not bad."

Lu Changsheng also noticed that Mo Huazhi's cultivation level was not low, and she wasn't far from reaching the Divine King Realm.

After all, the master of Ziyang Academy is an Ancient Saint, a peer of Yang Qing who guards the Southern Heavenly Gate, and with his guidance in cultivating the Confucian Dao, plus the cultivation resources provided by Ziyang Academy, Mo Huazhi's cultivation progress has not fallen behind.

"It turns out that the Holy Son of Mount Taihua has connections with the Master's disciple. Just now, the Master's disciple seemed to address the Holy Son of Mount Taihua as master. Could it be that this lady was originally the disciple of the Holy Son of Mount Taihua in her younger years, and then she joined Ziyang Academy to cultivate the Confucian Dao?"

The Princess is still pondering the relationship between Lu Changsheng and Mo Huazhi, her conjectures almost hitting the mark.

The Holy Son of Mount Taihua is clearly a Daoist Sword Cultivator. If his disciple possesses the Body of the Literary Sage and is sent to study at Ziyang Academy, it is not surprising, but rather reasonable.

"How is this possible!"

The Ninth Prince is incredibly surprised.

Did his target just gain another mentor?

"But this is also good, behind her are the two great powers of Ziyang Academy and the Mount Taihua Sacred Land. If I can win the beauty's heart, wouldn't I be able to gain the support of two forces? Wouldn't the throne be almost certainly mine!"

The Ninth Prince changes his mind upon thinking; Mo Huazhi's background is not just limited to the power of Ziyang Academy, but also includes the connection with the Holy Son of Mount Taihua, making her background even more profoundly unfathomable.

For him, this may not necessarily be a bad thing.

Ninth Prince sneers, "Miss Mo's first master was the Holy Son of Mount Taihua, no wonder she has such high standards, looking down on the talents of the Immortal Dynasty and even rejecting my pursuit. I think for you, Third Brother, it's a wasted effort."

The Ninth Prince snorts coldly, "I have my own methods."

Two foolish brothers.

The Princess knows the conflict between the Ninth Prince and the Third Prince, but being uninterested in competing for the throne herself, she couldn't be bothered to intervene in her brothers' fights. Her attention, however, is focused on Lu Changsheng.

Lu Changsheng is a genius surpassing those from the Nine Great Confucian Sects present here.

Even Mo Huazhi, a talented representative from Ziyang Academy, was merely an old disciple of the Holy Son of Mount Taihua.

Who exactly is the Holy Son of Mount Taihua after all?

His own talent is defiant of the heavens, and his disciples are among the top geniuses of the Nine Great Confucian Sects.

Masters from Tianming Academy including the Wine Trough Nose Old Man, the youthful yet white-haired elder from South Foot Academy, the White-robed Scholar from Bailu Academy, and the middle-aged man from Weilong Academy, even Great Confucians and Saints, all unanimously turn their attention towards Lu Changsheng.

The arrival of Lu Changsheng has shifted the focus of the entire Confucian congregation.

"With a talent surpassing even that of an emperor's son, just what kind of constitution does he have? How come I cannot discern it?"

The youthful yet white-haired elder furrows his brows.

Even with his wide experience and knowledge, he cannot figure out what special physique Lu Changsheng has.

Could there be a physique in this world stronger than the Supreme Emperor Body?

"The geniuses of the Nine Great Confucian Sects are all inferior to this person."

The middle-aged Great Confucian leading the group from Weilong Academy can't help but feel emotional.

The Nine Great Confucian Sects, originally openly and covertly competing, now seem lackluster compared to the newly arrived Holy Son of Mount Taihua.

"An era of great contention, this is getting interesting."

The White-robed Scholar from Bailu Academy says with a light smile, occasionally fanning himself.

This folding fan he holds is decorated with mountains and rivers and some small characters, but it is actually a magical treasure.

"The Master has arrived!"

While everyone was observing Lu Changsheng in secret, the voice of a disciple from Ziyang Academy caught everyone's attention.

The dean and master of Ziyang Academy have arrived!

Lu Changsheng sits upright and formal.

Having long heard of the master's reputation, he finally has the chance to meet him.

This is an Ancient Saint from the same era as Yang Qing.

Having seen Yang Qing's strength with his own eyes, Lu Changsheng knew that the master's power wouldn't be far behind.

The Confucian scholars from various sectors are also eagerly anticipating.

In the world of Confucian cultivators, the Master is undoubtedly a towering mountain, awe-inspiring and remarkable.

An elder with grizzled temples, broad face, square mouth, and spirited eyes, suddenly appears in the main seat of Ziyang Academy, bringing a magnificent aura with him, refreshing everyone like a breeze in spring, delighting hearts and minds.

He alone steadies the entire venue.

The youthful yet white-haired elder from South Foot Academy slightly changes his expression: "This fellow, his cultivation level has indeed advanced."

So strong.

Lu Changsheng finally understands why the elders of the Mount Taihua Sacred Land hold the master in such high esteem; the master's cultivation is enough to reach the heavens.

The master's gaze also lands on Lu Changsheng immediately.

So strong.

While Lu Changsheng is in awe, the master is also secretly astonished.

Having lived for so long, it's his first time seeing someone so young yet already a ninth-grade Divine King, such a talent.