The corner gives the wooden martial arts master, whose martial arts are equivalent to a harem.

"But how important is the title? I've always regarded you as my personal disciple. You should know the importance of being the 'founding disciple'."

Listening to Ling Feixing's words, Gu Chuanhen recalled the various knowledge points passed down from master to disciple in traditional culture, as well as some knowledge points that could be considered as human relationships and social etiquette.

Generally speaking, a sect will have a founding disciple and a closing disciple. The former will be the future senior brother and senior uncle, while the latter will be the future junior brother and junior uncle.

The first disciple and the last disciple are different. Although there is a sequence, they are both extremely important. The acceptance of two disciples into the school also symbolizes a teacher's commitment to completing the course from beginning to end.

Both the former and the middle disciples share the responsibility of upholding the reputation and substance of the sect, but the former bear the heavy responsibility of establishing the sect, while the latter are responsible for safeguarding its legacy.

There is also an important locked disciple. The purpose of this title is to handle awkward situations when the locked disciple jokingly asks, "Master, didn't you say I was the locked disciple?"

In addition, there are "window-closing disciples," who are even more important because a sect can only have a front and back gate, but can have many windows. This title is often used for apprentices with family wealth and connections. The importance of these disciples lies in their ability to provide the sect with a network of connections and a source of wealth.

Ultimately, no matter what, a good master will not show favoritism to any disciple based on the order in which they are accepted. Instead, they will teach according to each disciple's individual talent, aptitude, understanding, and temperament. Every disciple is equally important.

After recalling a whole host of knowledge points, Gu Chuanhen asked Ling Feixing, "Teacher Ling, will there be any other junior brothers and sisters after me?"

Ling Feixing gazed into Gu Chuanhen's eyes, a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, and gently swayed her high ponytail as she answered with a resolute yet gentle tone.

"There won't be any more. You are both my first disciple and my last disciple. As for the others, they will only ever be students."

Gu Chuanhen certainly knew the great difference between the traditional meaning of "disciple" and the modern meaning of "student," but he still didn't understand.

"You're only accepting me and not taking any more? Why is that?" he asked, not understanding.

Ling Feixing gazed out the window, his thoughts drifting back to the second semester of Gu Chuanhen's first year of high school. That day, Gu Chuanhen had met Ling Feixing in the principal's office.

Although he passed the final selection, Gu Chuanhen faced a situation that he was unaware of, but which was both very awkward and sad.

He was the last one hundred. The previous ninety-nine geniuses of different ages had already been chosen by the senior martial artists, leaving only Gu Chuanhen without a candidate.

Gu Chuanhen is like the Earth Tiger Armor. Unlike others who introduce "the power of rising flames" or "the power of bending and stretching is the power of giant trees", his lyrics only have one line: "He wants to summon the Earth Tiger Armor".

In other words, he is essentially a free gift, something you can have or not have. Having him would make you happy, but not having him wouldn't make you dissatisfied.

It's like the teacher assigning a group project. Everyone has already chosen their group members, but there's one person who doesn't want anyone. Maybe they don't want anyone, or maybe they didn't think of it. In any case, this person is left all alone, doing their own group project. They can't laugh heartily with others while doing the project, and can only watch their friends laugh with others, while that friend doesn't even think to lend a hand, just watches.

Or rather, it's like the extra single person in a duet, performing a solo dance in public with an imaginary, airborne partner.

Or, to put it another way, a friend invites you to work at a company. This friend is new to the area and needs company. You go, and this friend will have lunch with you, chat, and joke around. But once this friend gets to know other people, they'll stop having lunch with you, stop walking with you in the evenings, and stop chatting. Then, after you leave that job, this friend invites you to work at a new company, but by then you already have another job, and that friend stops contacting you altogether. Then you realize that you were just someone to alleviate their loneliness, not a friend.

Regardless of the examples given, they all represent the same reality. This reality is called "becoming option Z, which will not be chosen when it is not needed."

The ancient legend of hatred is this unwanted option Z.

To deal with this awkward situation, the Chinese Wushu Association contacted Ling Feixing.

Ling Feixing was a candidate whose seniority was not as high as that of the senior masters. Like many of her peers, she could only choose one of the hundred people who were not selected.

However, Ling Feixing didn't care about this alternate status. She was the one who could handle group assignments single-handedly, the one who could deliver a superb dance performance in front of a crowd, and the office worker who didn't need any partners.

After reading Gu Chuanhen's information, Ling Feixing rushed to Anma City without hesitation.

The reason is actually quite simple.

"He was full of hope, but no one chose him. Isn't that a cruel blow to a sixteen-year-old boy who 'lacks talent'?"

Therefore, Ling Feixing chose Gu Chuanhen.

Thus, the Earth Tiger Armor, which provides a continuous flow of power simply by standing on the ground, encountered a wearer who didn't blindly jump around.

Thus, Ling Feixing became Group Member A, who would defy public opinion to bring those who were not on the sidelines into the group; she was also Dance Partner A, who joined to make up an even number of people; and she was also Company Slave Friend A, who chose to become friends with someone who had been abandoned by their partner.

Therefore, for a question where the answer is from option A to Z, option Z was chosen first.

Now, Ling Feixing answered Gu Chuanhen's question. She didn't want to explain why, and instead gave a vague and evasive answer.

"That's because—I like to slap people in the face, especially those old guys who think they have good judgment and thus miss out on real geniuses."

The dimming of a bright pearl is the last thing I want to see.

I will train you to become someone who can crush all the geniuses of your generation, then crush all martial artists, and finally pave the way for the pinnacle of martial arts.

"One is enough to be the best."

Ling Feixing smiled brightly and replied with what he considered to be cool words.

But the answer in her heart was...

"That's because you were so ordinary at the beginning, in a market where geniuses were as plentiful as carrots, that you were like a husky mixed into a pack of wolves. Everyone else would choose the wolves, not the husky, so nobody would pick you."

The martial arts association asked me to save the day to avoid an awkward situation, but I turned out to be a wolf disguised as a husky. You should have let people know you were a wolf sooner rather than later.

However, the most important thing is that, because I saw your situation, I didn't want you to be hurt by the harsh reality and lose your confidence and self-esteem, so I chose to take you in as a student.

The reason I only made you my first and last disciple is that your physique is exceptionally resilient, and your comprehension perfectly matches my teaching philosophy. Those more resilient than you don't have your comprehension, and those more comprehension than you don't have your resilient physique. I can't choose those who are both more resilient and more comprehension than you, and I won't choose those who are neither as resilient nor as comprehension as you.

Ling Feixing uttered cool lines, but his inner thoughts were quite the opposite.

After a long period of silence, Gala decisively smeared a set of Ling Feixing's inner thoughts onto Gu Chuanhen's face.

The key point of Gu Chuanhen's words is: "Actually, I was only chosen because you pitied me, right? For example, I was the one who wasn't chosen, and then you took me on, or something like that."

"...You vaguely guessed what was going on, didn't you?" Ling Feixing looked at Gu Chuanhen with some surprise.

"Uh, more or less?" Gu Chuanhen was also a little unsure if he had guessed correctly. Because it was Gala who told him.

Ling Feixing did not lie; she chose to tell the truth: "Yes, the situation is similar to what you described, but I did not choose you out of 'pity.' It was only because our situations are similar that I felt compassion for you."

"Similar circumstances? What do you mean?" Gu Chuanhen didn't understand.

Ling Feixing gave a wry smile: "Do you know why I was chosen for the second term?"

Gu Chuanhen guessed it and remained silent.

She didn't care; she simply gave the answer with a sense of relief.

"Because I was the last one in the first cohort that nobody picked."