Chapter 1005: The First Disciple Contest

It was under such circumstances that the young man, Bai, naturally became the target of some disciples. Conflicts arose easily with merely a few pointed words and there was even a darker-skinned child, bigger in size, who had developed an interest in challenging him.

Yun Yang was still watching, not doing any more than that. He stopped Kong Luoyue, who had wanted to intervene, as well.

"Everyone has their own fortuity. In wanting to rise above everyone, you must first rise above yourself!"

Kong Luoyue nodded and said with a grin, "You want to watch how these two children grow?"

"Mm. Bai is capable, an Earth Mystic, but the girl has nothing, barely at a level that can be given consideration... Still, these two young ones are not bad in their talents and their comprehensive abilities. How far they can go in the future... depends more on the Bai child."

"Hmm?" Kong Luoyue could not understand Yun Yang's judgment.

"The girl follows Bai. She looks pretty, already alluring despite her young age. When she grows up, she'll definitely be a beauty, capable of wrecking the country and bringing ruin to the people. Bai's cultivation base is higher - he can guide her. If they walk a smooth path and stay unscathed, they would probably grow into a charming pair, a match made in heaven. However, if Bai encounters a calamity, the girl will mostly suffer a change of character and become an ordinary person."

"These two children are the type of people who will complete the path they chose. They may look soft, but Bai is determined and Ling is assertive."

"They have commendable natures."

Yun Yang said faintly, "Begin distributing resources and assigning levels to all disciples three days from now. Assign cultivation locations according to their levels. Understand?"

"Yes, big brother. I've made the relevant preparations."

Looking at the ten pupils below them, Yun Yang continued to say, "It's a small martial world among these ten disciples. We're in the martial world, everywhere around us lies the martial world. This area, it's a martial world; the Residence of Nine Supremes, it's also a martial world; each mountain, it's still a martial world; among these children, it's a martial world as well."

A tremor ran through Kong Luoyue as he suddenly looked like he had gained some form of terrible insight.

"Boss, you mean to say?"

"As an educator, we watch over our martial world, but we cannot intervene in this martial world which is under our care too much."

Yun Yang smiled and left.

The entire Residence of Nine Supremes maintained a similar operating mode in the three days that followed. The higher-level management focused on teaching their protégés and continued with their personal special training. The disciples cultivated wholeheartedly day and night, exhausting themselves with their diligence. The more junior disciples cultivated and practiced arduously as well, but with a limit that they could bear.

In spite of this, the higher-level management was drilled by their respected Chief Instructor, Dong Qitian, so much so that they felt like dying. In addition, they had to feign energized fronts each morning and appear before their students with a masterly aura to either just be present or to teach them. Regardless, they were unwilling to show their weak sides in front of their disciples, thus they suffered more than was necessary.

The nine of them - hmm, no, the eight of them, except Yun Yang - all eight of them felt drained, both physically and mentally.

This caused them to begin envying Ping Xiaoyi and Guo Nuanyang who were without a Supreme title. The pair had no students to train nor tasks to be completed at the current stage. They could either recuperate personally or leave to drink and chat, perhaps play a game of chess, after the special training...

F*ck this! It was too much!

The eight of them had fought so hard to be a Supreme only for it to be a life of toil? Even their esteemed state before their pupils was only a pretense they pushed themselves to put up; it felt suicidal! They felt like the walking dead even as they kept up their pretense.

Due to such gloomy thoughts, the gazes of these eight people towards Ping Xiaoyi and Guo Nuanyang were as if they were glaring at an irreconcilable enemy.

Who would have thought that both Ping Xiaoyi and Guo Nuanyang felt utterly maligned as well?

'Excuse me! All of you are Supremes, of course, you have to work harder. Isn't that to be expected?'

'We're free now, but that's because we didn't get a higher position. How could you be having all the perks?'

'You gain some, you lose some. You have to lose something to receive something else. This is an infallible truth!'

'Each one of you is glaring at us and complaining so loudly - take a look at Boss Yun. He's working as much as you fellows, he's drilled as much as you all, but he's reinvigorated and zestful every day!'

'Comparison is the source of all misery!'

'Why are you looking at us like this? Do you want to fight?'

'Come on - we're not afraid of you!'

'All of you must think it through. Who is in a better condition now? Who'll be the one at a loss when we fight? You can't blame others when you send yourselves for a good beating!'

Fortunately, Shi Wuchen and others were not complete fools. Both sides separated after a while of being at each other's throats.

Yun Yang felt drained as well, looking at the ten fellows.

He had initially wondered whether the ten of them would work together and throw him off his leadership, but it seemed like he need not even be worrying about this now.

They were ten lone rangers!

Even Lan Ruojun and Ren Qingkuang who were always together would trick each other without hesitation once they had the chance. They were the epitome of bad best friends!

As long as they could make the other suffer, all of them were happy, clapping seals; no one cared about their dignity. Like the internal disciple contest this time around, the eight Supremes were ambitious and aggressive.

"We're the Second Peak - even if we can't get first, we mustn't drop to third! If we lose to your Senior Uncle Luo... heh heh..."

"We're the Third Peak - even if we can't become first, we fight for the second! If..."

"We're the Fourth Peak but if we want to compete, we compete for the first!"

"We're the Ninth Peak but we will fight for the first since we're already fighting!"

Yun Yang sat in the main control room, listening to the orders made and tasks assigned through gritted teeth by these men. When he heard the first one, he thought that the fighting spirit was praiseworthy; when he heard the second one, he thought that it was reasonable; the third one sounded like a coincidence but when all eight said the same thing, Yun Yang was left with a tired heart.

'No wonder outsiders aren't afraid of you fellows uniting, despite knowing that you share the same vengeance when the Demiurge-Flawed Ten has been famous for so long... You fellows are a complete mess, in a state of discord!'

'If people say that someone is hopeless, these people are worse than hopeless. If it weren't for this chance encounter, how could the Demiurge-Flawed Ten unite? If I, the Lead Supreme, didn't dominate them, the Residence of Nine Supremes would probably be a wreck from their stubborn fights.'

'The contest this time... if the disciples from the Central Peak, the students of the leader, were to lose too badly... that won't do either.'

Before the Central Peak of the Residence of Nine Supremes, the numbers five months and eight days to the Celestial Luck Banner contest were arranged strikingly.

Yun Yang sighed continuously, feeling depleted.

Among all the protégés, the young boy who had the highest cultivation base now was a Heaven Mystic pinnacle.

There were four disciples ranging from beginner to pinnacle level of Heaven Mystic cultivation base, seven in the Earth Mystic cultivation base, eleven from the Jade Mystic cultivation base, and seventy-seven more in ninth Mystique cultivation base.

Moreover, this was the outcome after Yun Yang had pushed their elevation.