Chapter 2575 - 1487: Recruiting Disciples (Part 2)

Every peak and the Master of Biluo Peak seem to have a feud with each other.

Perhaps they want to bully Biluo Peak.

Or maybe they truly have a grudge against the Master of Biluo Peak.

A grudge!

It’s merely that, possibly it’s over snatching resources, women, disciples, or competing for honor.

A group of people seemed to have a sort of agreement, coming along with their lackeys, all men, later attracting some female spectators.

Each one of them rushed to this place, blatantly provoking and snatching disciples.

Everyone came, discovered Biluo Peak, still as impoverished as ever.

The thatched cottage just saw a tiny bit of change, with the addition of a small kitchen.

Adding a female disciple, an obscure origin one, didn’t turn it into a magnificent dwelling.

Everyone looked at the thatched house with disdainful eyes.

The master and disciple who had just eaten their fill, each returned to their rooms.

However, when someone barged in, they couldn’t focus on cultivating.

The people who came to their peak shouted arrogantly, disregarding the owners of this place.

The female cultivator didn’t understand, but she already knew that Biluo Peak, without other disciples, had its pros and cons with such a quiet residence.

That’s the reason; any disturbance would bring people to the door.

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The moment the female cultivator appeared, it blinded those men’s eyes. Their gaze was filled with lechery and determination.

"Junior sister, what’s your name?"

"Junior sister, where are you from? What’s your name?"

"Junior sister, why come here? This Biluo Peak is so poor, let’s go to our peak!"

"Junior sister, come to our mountain. We have high-quality resources, definitely better than Biluo Peak."

This group, representing certain peaks, certain places, each belittled Biluo Peak, then boasted about their own advantages.

They initially thought belittling Biluo Peak and its Master would make the female cultivator choose them.

They were confident that the woman before them would choose one of their peaks.

Then they smugly imagined having such a beautiful junior sister, always having company, and getting this woman in their hands, living like a deity.

The junior sister before them was definitely the most beautiful in the Immortal Sect.

These men were almost drooling.

Lewd eyes, that arrogant confidence.

The female cultivator almost rolled her eyes in exasperation if she was genuinely just a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Could she come here for no reason?

The Piaomiao Sect has formations; could a strange woman just enter easily?

These brainless people didn’t even think, could a strange Foundation Establishment cultivator truly enter here?

Don’t mention Piaomiao Sect, don’t mention Biluo Peak.

Could they not enter through the Piaomiao Sect’s main gate?

These people were clearly brainless fools, even belittling Biluo Peak, belittling their master.

She felt the Master of Biluo Peak was definitely not that simple, because of the presence of Divine Beasts and Demonic Beasts atop the peak.

Her master surely wasn’t superficially just a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Watching these people perform, she could only shake her head, unwilling to reveal her origins to them.

Could she introduce herself as not originally from this place?

Landing here was merely out of helplessness?

Of course, that couldn’t be said.

Since she had already chosen Biluo Peak, chosen the Master of Biluo Peak as her master, refusing to go elsewhere was certain.

At least her master wouldn’t show such lewd expressions and eyes.

The people before her were not only weak in ability but also brainless.

Although they were just disciples too, saying how strong they were?

None had cultivation above Golden Core.

It seemed their masters were only this strong, yet they claimed they were more formidable?

In her eyes, these people were nothing more than inept little brats.

"Are you here to poach?" The Master of Biluo Peak came out of the thatched cottage, hearing them come to poach, without anger, his tone carried a hint of sarcasm.

As for disciples, he didn’t demand they must stay here.

Letting them choose freely, when taking on disciples, he already said this place was poor, other locations were better.

Let the female disciple choose.

If there’s betrayal, there’s nothing to say.

Everyone has their own path they want to walk.

The Master of Biluo Peak wouldn’t interfere, nor did he wish to see these people flaunt before him. Without counteraction, lacking fighting spirit, wasn’t a man.

"Can you, this waste, keep a good disciple?"

"Can you, this waste, keep such a beautiful woman?"

"This place is so poor; isn’t choosing elsewhere the normal thing for a beauty?"

One after another loudly began discussing, eyes belittling, faces mocking, speech tone showed disdain for the Master of Biluo Peak.

Because their resources were far stronger than the Master of Biluo Peak’s.

The Sect Master, of course, had cultivation above Nascent Soul Stage, and those Peak Masters had to be above Golden Core Stage to accept disciples.

The Master of Biluo Peak remained at Foundation Establishment, what qualifications did such a waste have for taking disciples?

Equal in ability, they had the capital for pride.

Behind them were powerful masters.

The Piaomiao Sect had an ancestor, whose ability was said to be the highest, though couldn’t compare to those Major Sects.

There was also an ancestor of early Mahayana Stage.

Yet it had been long since anyone became an Immortal, the ancestor focused on his cultivation and rarely appeared.

"Whatever, as long as my disciple agrees!"

The Master of Biluo Peak shrugged indifferently, not wanting conflict, being called coward, waste, seemed unimportant.

Appeared not to want conflict.

Not that he didn’t want to fight, but he needed systematic support to fight.

He didn’t really have the ability to battle so many people.

Nor to fight their masters.

Handed this difficult choice to the female cultivator, letting her decide.

Everyone’s eyes focused on the female cultivator, hearing the Master of Biluo Peak’s words, then had all attention on her.

Hoping she chooses them.

"Beauty, choose our peak, we’re a mountain for alchemy, joining us you can learn a skill."

"Beauty, choose our peak, we’re an artifact refining peak, really, master is strong!"

"Join our mountain and become our junior sister."

"Become my junior sister, be the Sect Master’s disciple, much better than here, won’t be so poor, what can the Master of Biluo Peak offer? Won’t it be serving him?"

They thought she would cook meals for the Master of Biluo Peak.

One by one felt jealousy and hatred.

Why the same men?

They didn’t have such beautiful women serving them?

They had such superior conditions, the female cultivator should choose them, supporting her regardless of choice.

Anyway, they were friends, would gather together, could share the same junior sister.

Regardless of choice, they had opportunities to become her companions.

At this time, energized, non-stop introducing themselves, their masters.

"No way, I won’t go."

The female cultivator firmly refused to leave, because it was quieter here, even though not better than elsewhere.

After descending here, she had fallen in love with here.

With fewer people, less complexity.

The female cultivator wasn’t a cultivation novice; she had once drifted across the Martial World of the Cultivation World, once fought to become Empress.

Became an Empress, yet still was schemed against.

The female cultivator didn’t trust human nature; even these people before her.

One by one determined, overt, had already revealed their thoughts in expressions.

One by one, none were good.

Amidst these people, with tempting conditions, in her heart, this place was preferable, especially the Master of Biluo Peak.

Cooking meals, without others serving her, self-sufficient, avoiding schemes, also felt nice.

Truly became these men’s junior sister, where would she find a quiet place to cultivate?

Without a quiet place for cultivation, how would she have more time to enhance her strength?