[Recruiting a disciple + pseudo-disciple + abstract comedy + master-disciple relationship + the protagonist is not lame]
The spiritual beast within the sect became pregnant unexpectedly, the female disciples' bellybands were frequently stolen, and the sect master's aphrodisiac pill disappeared...
Facing the evil king of the world, a playboy from an immortal family with the best qualifications.
All the senior officials of the sect were at a loss what to do.
Just at this time, Wu Ya just traveled through time and awakened the famous teacher system.
So he stepped forward, accepted bad disciples, and cultivated the strongest immortal cultivating team from scratch.
However, after Wu Ya gave some instructions, everyone fell into deep thought.
The eldest disciple, who is as tall as an iron tower, has won the swordsmanship competition with his little swan dance?
Can the second apprentice understand the supreme Taoism even if he is addicted to foot massage?
Those who control beasts carry their mounts and run around all day long, and those who refine alchemy rely on blasting furnaces to deal damage...
When ten tribes gather together, they will swallow up the last destiny of the human race.
Wu Ya flew up and stood:
"Who said there is no great emperor in the human race! Where are my disciples from the Miscellaneous Peak?"
On the outside of the encirclement, from ten directions, ten quasi-emperors are bathing in the path of enlightenment, and heavenly tribulations are coming one after another...
