Building a sect from scratch.

Chapter 52 I am the True Master
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In the disciple's room that Zhen Junzi had spent a fortune to acquire, Bian Yuanzhi was diligently learning the symbols that were very strange to him from his master.

Twenty-six letters of the alphabet were drawn in charcoal on a simple wooden board, which looked like a book written in heaven to Bian Yuanzhi.

Outside the door, four or five players were quietly eavesdropping at the entrance, and even two were squeezed under the window.

Meanwhile, Zhen Junzi was teaching his NPC apprentice pinyin while threatening in the team chat: "If anyone reveals their true nature in front of my apprentice and scares him, I'll kill the hell out of them! Understand?"

Jia Xiaoren, a player who was always on good terms with Zhen Junzi, pointed and said, "Old Zhen means that you all should at least pretend to be human!"

Inside the room, after reciting the first seven pinyin letters several times, Zhen Junzi asked gently, "Have you memorized them?"

Seeing Bian Yuanzhi nod, Zhen Junzi said, "Then read it aloud a bit more and familiarize yourself with it. I have some things to take care of, and I'll come back later to teach you how to write it."

"Yes."

Seeing that his apprentice was very obedient and well-behaved, Zhen Junzi nodded slightly in satisfaction, and walked out with the steps he had learned online overnight.

After gently closing the door, Zhen Junzi breathed a sigh of relief, then kicked Jia Xiaoren with a ferocious expression, and shouted into the microphone, "Shut up! You're the culprit! It's all your fault!"

Jia Xiaoren spread his hands: "People should be reasonable. I only asked you to sell spirit herbs, not to flirt with NPCs. It's clearly your own fault for being so foul-mouthed."

Zhen Junzi knew, of course, that this was entirely his own fault. He was just venting his frustrations on his relatives and friends because of his good relationship with Jia Xiaoren.

After venting his frustration, he dejectedly asked the group of players gathered at the door, "What am I going to do now? I'm going to have to raise a son while playing this game! And this son is already so big!"

Jia Xiaoren offered a half-hearted consolation: "Look on the bright side, such a fine son, it won't be long before he can take care of you in your old age, right?"

"Thank you so much! I'll have him come out and call you Second Master now, and from now on you'll share half of your things with my disciple, how about that? Don't worry, when you're seventy or eighty years old, I'll have him take care of you, clean up your messes, and see you off in your old age!"

The Jade Emperor, who had come to join in the fun, chimed in, "It's not impossible. We're all brothers. Your son is everyone's son, and your disciple is naturally everyone's disciple!"

"Think of it this way: as long as you have your apprentice find a few reliable players to call a bunch of them 'Master,' you won't have to worry about who will take care of your apprentice in the future," Jia Xiaoren said with a grin, offering a terrible idea. "Besides, those introductory cultivation techniques that you spent all night in the library trying to learn, your second senior sister already knows them! You can take your apprentice and have him call your second senior sister 'Uncle-Master'—in terms of seniority, she should be 'Uncle-Master'? In short, having your second senior sister teach your apprentice cultivation is a sure win!"

The Jade Emperor also said, "That's right, that's right. When your disciple becomes the best in the world, we can all ascend to heaven along with him!"

"Don't dream about it. My disciple only has five spiritual roots. He has no chance at all. At most, he can cultivate talisman cultivation or weapon cultivation, which don't require much spiritual root aptitude..." As he spoke, Zhen Junzi suddenly shuddered and warned the group of players who came to watch the commotion through gritted teeth, "You are not allowed to bully my disciple! You are not allowed to bully him! If you want to bully your own kids, go bully your own kids!"

Upon hearing this, the Jade Emperor shook his head dramatically and said, "If you don't work hard when you're young, you'll regret it when you're old!"

Jia Xiaoren also feigned heartache: "A doting mother spoils her son! You'll ruin him by doing this!" "Hmph! You guys are just being cheeky!"

As he spoke, Zhen Junzi glared at everyone, then realized that he had been outside for a while, so he hurriedly opened the door and went back inside.

"Are you familiar with it all? If you are, I'll teach you how to write it next. Hmm, we don't use a brush for this kind of writing; we'll practice with charcoal pencils first. Here are a few wooden boards that I've whittled. You can use them for now, and I'll whittle them for you when you break them..."

Listening to the faint sounds coming from inside the room, Jia Xiaoren and the other players who were eavesdropping kept chuckling in the group chat.

"On the surface, he seemed extremely disgusted, but in reality, he prepared lessons overnight and even whittled a room full of wooden planks for his apprentice to use!"

"Ouch, ouch, 'If it breaks, I'll sharpen it for you again,' tsk!"

"He really... I'm going to cry my eyes out! Hahahaha!"

……

Ever since he came to the Taiyin Sect with his master, Bian Yuanzhi has always felt like he's dreaming, and it's a very strange dream.

The main hall of the Taiyin Sect was very grand, and the food prepared by the public kitchen was delicious, unlike anything he had ever tasted before. He even had his own room.

His master seemed to be obsessed with cleanliness to the extreme. Not only did he have to take a bath every day, but he also had to brush his teeth three times a day... He didn't even use willow twigs, but a precious brush that he had never seen before. Even the tooth powder he used was something he never dared to dream of!
Are immortals all this particular?

On his first day, his master took him around to meet people. He called out to dozens of senior brothers alone, and he was so dizzy from recognizing so many that he couldn't remember many of them. This gave him a familiar feeling, like visiting relatives with his parents during the Chinese New Year...

He was a little homesick.

His master was often away, mostly only coming to see him in the afternoon and evening. However, a very gentle elder in the Taiyin Sect was very kind to him, and even said that if his master was not around, he could go to her if he needed anything.

The immortals of the Taiyin Sect are all very kind, but their walking posture is very strange. They either hop or fly. Sometimes you can even see an immortal shouting something like "Furui Demu" and jumping off a cliff... He was startled when he first saw it. It was only after his master explained that this way of traveling was faster that he suddenly understood. He just didn't know how long he would have to cultivate before he could also jump off a cliff like that... uh, fly off.

Life on the mountain was leisurely and carefree. Every day, besides studying the celestial script, he practiced his skills using the methods taught by his master. After two or three days, Bian Yuanzhi even gained a lot of weight.

On that day, after assigning the task of practicing calligraphy, Zhen Junzi hesitated and then instructed Bian Yuanzhi: "Disciple, tomorrow your master will... well, go into seclusion and won't be here all day. You should practice your calligraphy and skills diligently. When your master returns, he will test your skills. If there is any emergency, go to the elders or Uncle-Master Baili."

Bian Yuanzhi readily agreed. Whether his master was present or not, he had to practice writing and martial arts. He had already learned twenty-six symbols called "phonetic subtitles" and several poems. However, the stories in the books his master gave him for learning characters were strange—things like "The Big Bad Wolf and the Little White Rabbit"—a bit childish… Oh, and Bian Yuanzhi also discovered that the language he was learning, used by immortals, actually sounded very similar to the language of Zhongzhou! This made learning relatively easy for him—except for those twenty-six symbols that were truly difficult to remember!

Meanwhile, Zhen Junzi, having settled his apprentice, was pacing anxiously back and forth in the disciple's room that Jia Xiaoren had exchanged: "What should I do? The game is going to be updated and maintained tomorrow, all day long! Isn't it said that the NPCs in this game are all self-acted and that they live their lives even when we're not online? Will something happen to my apprentice? Oh no, I forgot to tell him not to wander around. He's not like us, he can't be resurrected. What if he gets eaten by a pig while wandering around?"

Jia Xiaoren rolled his eyes: "Do you think the sect NPCs are dead? Second Senior Sister already said that she personally asked the sect elders, and your disciple is now considered a nominal disciple of the Taiyin Sect. As long as he can cultivate Qi, he can become a true second-generation disciple of the Taiyin Sect, and he'll have a disciple token just like us! What are you worried about! Besides, within a radius of a dozen miles around Taiyin Mountain, rabbits are almost extinct, and you want pigs?"

"Of course you're not worried if he's not your apprentice!"

"How can he not be my apprentice! This kid is now the apprentice of all the players on the server!"

"You are all concubines! You are all born out of wedlock! I am the only legitimate son! I am his true teacher!"

"ill!"

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(End of this chapter)