My female disciples are scary

A cacophony of birdsong resounded through the otherwise serene mountain.

Accompanying those chirps were the sound of galloping hooves and the plashing platter of steady rain on the numerous young entrants steadily moving towards the entrance of the Immortal Divinity Sect.

Although all these entrants seemed to be heading in the same direction, a closer look would reveal that there was a separation of group between them

Youths in rich clothing could be seen riding on handsome steads and cheerfully talking with each other as they ignored the other people walking on foot.

The people walking in foot could be seen to have formed their own clique, where they ignored the other people wearing poor clothes.

People wearing poor rags could be seen walking in separation. For they had faced and lived the worst of mankind.

While none of the upper groups were vocal regarding their statuses for fear that some of the people in the lower position may rise to become a disciple, there was a tacit understanding that until that time came, they were different from them.

This was the truth of the mortal world and soon this would be the truth of their immortal journey.

The only difference being that their currency would switch to their innate talent or their backing.

Among those walking in isolation was a figure whose face was riddled with scars and had a skinny physique which was so malnourished that it was hard to determine its gender.

Looking at the separation of group formed naturally among themselves, the figure had a certain thought.

'Sure enough, Human nature is hard to change.'

...….

(MC's POV)

People often say that dreams are nice, and reality is cruel.

However, I would like to assert that the alarm clocks which rob us of the very ability to dream are even crueler.

"-Elder Fan, wouldn't you agree?"

Almost by reflex, I replied.

"Damn, right."

Shit.

Immediately after I said those words, a few sounds of gasp could be heard from the surrounding.

Even my superior who just asked me the question opened his eyes in shock.

Oops, I forgot that I was in the mortal plane where my image is of an icy cold master whose words are as heavy as gold.

Well, the die has been cast and it is not like I can control time, so I will just keep on maintaining my cool image for now. (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*)

In case you are wondering, the reason I am here with these fogies (they are younger than him mentally) is because I ended up losing my epic showdown against the speaker badge.

The speaker badge was a formidable foe. It even obliterated my famed sleeping technique like it was nothing.

So, after agonizing over my defeat for an hour and maintaining my looks for four, I finally decided to watch over the trial.

Of course, if I knew that this would happen, I would not have come.

Still…

Just how long are these guys going to act shocked and look at my face like that?

I agree that I am cool, dashing, and handsome, but this is too much.

And you, Elder Lan. Why are you looking like you want to eat me up?

Stop it. You are bringing my trauma of Orcs back.

Perhaps noticing my awkward situation, peak master Lin Fen (my direct superior) lightly coughed and tried to divert the topic.

"So, whom do you guys have your eyes on?"

Immediately after he said those words, the elders finally stopped paying attention to me and started a heated discussion among themselves.

"The son of the Sunfire City Lord is a good seedling. It is rumored that he was born with innate strength attribute."

"What about the daughter of the Phoenix City. It is rumored that she has a trace of phoenix bloodline in her veins."

"My god. Could the rumor be real?"

"Also, it seems like a direct descendant of Elder Quan is taking part on the trial as well."

"You mean that absolute genius of the Quan clan who broke through the Qi refinement at the age of 13."

"Heavens."

Elder Quan who was seated beside me beamed happily as he heard the praises being sung about his great-grandson.

He lightly stroked his beard and said happily.

"Thank you, fellow brother and sisters for your kind words. Quan Luo still has a lot to learn from you all. Please guide him well."

"Haha, Fellow Daoist is too courteous."

"Yes, it won't take too much time before Quan Luo surpasses us."

"The youngsters today will surely surpass the old."

I did not know what sort of expression I was making nor what sort of face I should have made when I heard their conversation, but currently, I am simply thankful that I was not drinking anything.

Because if I did, I would surely be choking on it.

Innate physical Strength?

Are you guys high or simply retards? That body is simply a result of poor diet and a lot of exercise to make up for it.

Phoenix Bloodline?

Do you even know what you are talking about? That bloodline is a rarity even in higher realms. Would her clan be a no-name clan if they had even a drop of it?

Although to be fair, she does seem to have the bloodline of the Flame Chicken which is a fearsome creature by its own right.

It is a creature which can make your wallet grow empty without you being aware of it. A splendid delicacy prominent in the Flame Territory of the Spiritual Plane.

A must recommendation.

Damn, I went off-track.

Still, that thought really made me hungry. (´┓`*)

Oops, a drool almost escaped from my mouth.

Flame Chicken. Truly a fearsome creature.

As for Quan Luo or whatever his name is.

A rarely seen talent?

True, he is indeed a talent which may appear only once in a time-span of a few centuries.

A talent to be a fodder that is.

In fact, quite a dedicated one I must say.

He is like a Michelin Star fodder chef who knows exactly what ingredient will help Scu-Young Che develop.

When Young Che is level 1, he will send level 2 mobs.

When Young Che is level 2, he will send level 3 mobs.

And when Young Che becomes strong enough, he will probably even offer his max level great-gramps as an ingredient. (My guess, I already ascended by then)

Terrifying, Dumb, cockroach.

He will be called by many names in the future.

But sadly, genius will not be one of them.

As a former caretaker of that diabolic brat, I can testify.

This fodder will grow up to become a bona-fide death seeker.

Amen.