By now, Li Fan had taken in ten disciples and passed down ten grand paths!
His eldest disciple, Nan Feng, taught the path of music and rhythm.
His second disciple, Zi Ling, taught the path of painting.
His third disciple, Long Zixuan, learned to raise fish.
His fourth disciple, Lu Rang, took to cultivation.
His fifth disciple, Dugu Yuqing, practiced calligraphy.
His sixth disciple, Qing Chen, swept the floor.
His seventh disciple, Jiang Li, followed the path of chess.
His eighth disciple, Wu Dade, raised livestock.
His ninth disciple, Lin Jiu Zheng, dealt with talismans.
His tenth disciple, Su Baiqian, practiced medicine!
Therefore, at this moment, Li Fan felt he finally had hope!
Four years!
Four years, ah!
Ever since he found out that he was a good-for-nothing who couldn't cultivate after crossing over, he had been doing those system tasks in a small mountain village...