Chương 8: Chapter 8 First disciple (Updated)
Just when Nightin thought the fourth day would pass by with only nature to accompany him, a young man in tattered clothes appeared in front of his sect. His blood robes were in tatters and wounds could be seen all over his body, his hair was in a mess and he was struggling to even stay conscious.
Nightin thought to himself that such a weak man couldn't harm him anyways and asked calmly "What are you doing here at the doorstep of my sect?"
The man let out a hoarse voice, his throat dry from dehydration as he leaked out one word "Help..."
Taking out a bottle of water from the system inventory and some dried food, he passed them to the man, or youth judging from his stature. Even though he didn't have much food and water resources, the amount which he has stored in the system would suffice for quite some time anyways.
In just the matter of a few seconds, the youth gulped all the food and water resources down, letting out a disturbing burp to end it off.
The youth then told Nightin about his identity shortly after "My name is Lancelot, I'm fifteen this year and I'm from the White Wolf family which got destroyed three years ago. I want to join your sect to get stronger, to take revenge upon those who massacred my family. I'm someone who works hard and you wouldn't want to miss out on as well."
Nightin agreed to let him in upon hearing that he is someone who puts in effort. Geniuses are what his sect lacks the most currently, but if someone if willing to put in enough effort, then there's still a chance that he can catch up despite starting late, though the chances are slim. The young man might just be lying to earn his sympathy and enter the rundown sect, but he was determined to change Lancelot's mindset.
Nightin wasn't even sure if Lancelot was being truthful about his talent, but he knows that once he gets his first disciple, it'll be the time for the sect to rise as they compete in competitions and gradually increase their fame to attract new youths.
It isn't that none of the sects around here didn't want to bring him in as a disciple, but because all of them treat them as a mere beggar and chased him away before he even gets the chance to do anything.
Upon entering the sect, Nightin told his first disciple Lancelot "Take note that as my first disciple, I expect you to be one of the strongest even when the sect grows in numbers. For now, you can choose any house that you like.
"Beep! System reward has been given as the host has the first member of his sect!"
"Four foundation building rooms"
Only one person can be using it at a time. Inside, there's an array which can help to improve the person's speed, strength, defense and spirit essence control. When a person foundation is strong enough, the person should be capable of skipping at least three cultivation ranks to defeat their opponent.
Nightin decided to place them 200m west from the main hall(mc house,sorry that I forgot to mention it in the last chap)
while the disciple houses are two hundred metres east of the main hall. Nightin decided to experience the effect of the foundation building room for himself and entered one of them.
"Beep! Will you choose speed, strength, defense or spirit essence control?
"I choose speed."
"Beep! User choice has been registered!"
The next moment, the view around Nightin changed. He was in the scorchingly vast yet dry desert all alone by himself. A few desert lions were behind him, each at the Martial Master realm. Exactly three realms above him.
"Beep! User's mission is to survive for one hour. Death here will not result in your actual death in the real world, but the trauma will still be there."
The lions started chasing him after the voice faded off. Left with no choice, Nightin could only start dashing off towards the other end of the desert in a bid to get away from them.
The lions were ferocious beasts and weren't letting down on the chase, they kept close to Nightin and was almost waiting for him to close the gap voluntarily before pouncing on him.
First thirty minutes, Nightin thought "It isn't that difficult."
However the remaining ninety minutes made him change his mind "God damn it! My spirit essence is running out!"
By the time he left the foundation building room, he was so exhausted that he collapsed on the ground, his arms behind his back as he took heavy breaths. Lancelot walked up to him and asked "Sect master, are you okay?"
Nightin got up on his feet and told Lancelot "You want to get stronger right? Enter one of those rooms if you want to. Don't ask me any questions."
Nightin wanted Lancelot to experience what he had just gone through and see how he will deal with it. Lancelot nodded his head and walked into one of the rooms.
Five minutes later... A figure was blown out of the room. Lancelot's hair was totally messy even though he had tidied it up before he entered the room. His robe was also in tatters once again, leaving Nightin to think "I should customise a sect outfit for every disciple."
Lancelot looked at Nightin and said "Sect master, is that going to be my training? Can I choose to give up?"
Nightin looked at him sternly and said "No, you want to give up just after that one experience? Don't you want to avenge your family and kill all those who harmed them? Are you really going to betray the trust and faith I have places in you just from a small setback? If you really want to give up, you may leave right now."
Lancelot got up on his feet, determination could be seen on his face. He told Nightin "Sect master, I have thought it through. I will give it all I've got and push myself beyond the limit."
Nightin nodded his head and told Lancelot "I will be checking your progress after twenty days. Hopefully you won't prove to be a disappointment."
Nightin then turned around and returned to the main hall. As for their meals, they can just hunt for wild meat, they are in a mountain after all with a forest nearby.
Just like that, twenty days went past in the blink of an eye as both master and disciple spent close to zero time interacting with each other. They were too engrossed in their own seclusive cultivation that they neglected each other's existence, only when the day arrived did they realise that time flies this quickly.
Nightin walked up to the foundation building rooms to check on Lancelot's progress. When Lancelot saw Nightin, he got down on his knees, half knelt and said "Disciple Lancelot pays respect to sect master."
Nightin replied, his hands behind his back as he walked away, his back figure facing Lancelot. "You may recover, by the way how is your progress thus far?"
Lancelot replied "I have reached the Martial Apprentice seventh realm, my combat strength should be equivalent to that of a Martial Master seventh realm cultivator."
Nightin isn't surprised by Lancelot's current cultivation. Lancelot is cultivating the Nirvana Rebirth technique after all, it would be weird if his cultivation didn't reach his current stage despite his high talent and continuous efforts.
Nightin told Lancelot that day "I wish to participate in the sect tournament eleven months from now. I need you to get much stronger than how you are right now, it is best if you can actually reach the martial master realm..."
Determination can be seen on Lancelot's face as he told Nightin that he will give it his all...
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