CHAPTER 419: CHAPTER 403 NUWA WANTS TO TAKE ANOTHER DISCIPLE_2

"Just like this, then like that, and bam! The disciple becomes a Daluo Golden Immortal!"

The teaching process is simply relaxed and enjoyable!

She was pondering whether she should recruit a few more disciples for fun. After all, she always liked valiant young girls. Her first disciple being a boy was merely a surprise; she still wanted to train some female immortals and give it a shot.

After some thought, she decided to discuss it with Nezha, knowing her disciple was full of clever ideas.

"Nezha, what do you think about me taking in a few junior sisters for you?"

When Qingluan returned, she didn’t bring any bedding but instead a handful of Immortal Pills for nourishment. At that moment, Nezha was munching on them like candies, clearly enjoying himself.

Hearing his teacher’s suggestion, Nezha wasn’t surprised. His teacher always acted on whims, and her preference for female military generals was no secret to him.

General types like Fan Lihua, Zhong Wuyan, and Mu Guiying—he figured those were probably going to be his future junior sisters.

Nezha, his mind whirring, offered, "Teacher, how about I introduce a few to you?"

Nuwa glanced at Nezha’s expression and immediately understood his intentions. Her divine vision scanned the Mountain and River Map and indeed spotted a few candidates that looked pretty good!

These golden-haired, blue-eyed humans were quite unique in the Primordial world. Their oddly shaped armor was peculiar, but their potential seemed promising.

"Alright, then send them over to the Lishan Old Mother!"

Teaching them herself was absolutely out of the question. No one could disturb her during her daily pastime of idly watching live streams.

Nezha, having regained some strength, got up. He knew his teacher’s nature all too well, and becoming a disciple under a Saint was no easy feat. Back when he trained at Lishan, despite gaining the advantage of being the senior disciple, failing to meet standards meant Nuwa wouldn’t officially claim him.

"Teacher, I’ll be off then. I’ll come visit you another day."

Nuwa waved her hand and sent Nezha straight to Lishan.

The Lishan Old Mother clearly already knew about Nezha bringing her disciples. She loved a lively atmosphere. And as Nuwa, she believed her own teaching abilities were top-notch. The Lishan Old Mother also thought highly of her own skills, even believing Nezha’s excellence was more due to her teaching than Nuwa’s. After all, the self-proclaimed "lazy bum" Nuwa couldn’t have that kind of teaching prowess, could she?

"Teacher, I’ll release them now so you can pick and choose?"

The Old Mother, leaning on her Panlong Cane, chuckled and said, "Very well."

Of course, Nezha wouldn’t leak this to Athena and her group. If they were selected, it would be their luck; if not, they couldn’t blame anyone. This was just the way of the Primordial world.

Nezha shook the Mountain and River Map, and out popped Athena, Artemis, Hestia, Nyx, Hebe, along with a barely-standing, elderly-looking Hera, and a large group of other female gods into the hall.

Suddenly placed in this unfamiliar setting, the goddesses were clearly a bit disoriented. However, some, like Athena, Nyx, and Hecate, adapted rather quickly.

Though still unsure of what was going on, they noticed Nezha standing beside a kind elderly lady. Despite not sensing her aura, they quickly bowed out of caution—even if their gestures looked somewhat strange in this Primordial world.

The others, seeing those three take the lead, followed suit hurriedly.

The Old Mother didn’t begin selecting disciples immediately. Instead, she reached out and pointed at Hera. Within moments, a surge of Creation Power formed a brand-new heart for her. Hera’s wounds healed rapidly, and her frail, aging appearance reverted to her original form. Hera regained consciousness.

This casual display of power instantly silenced the entire group. Destruction was easy, but creation was far harder. If the Old Mother had simply ended someone’s life, it wouldn’t have had the same awe-inspiring effect.

With a cheerful smile, the Old Mother began choosing. First, she picked the warrior-like Athena, followed by Artemis, Hecate, Hestia, and finally the gentle and obedient Hebe.

"Would you like to become my disciples?"

Even the dullest among them understood this was an incredible opportunity. In this unfamiliar world, having someone to rely on offered the best chance to integrate.

"Disciple is willing." *5

"Very well, I am the Lishan Old Mother. This here is your senior disciple Li Nezha."

The four, unsure of the taboos and rules of this world, didn’t dare speak casually and obediently replied, "Greetings, Teacher. Greetings, Senior Brother."

Nyx grew anxious—she hadn’t expected the strongest among them, herself, to be left out. She wasn’t sure how powerful the Old Mother was, but seeing Hercules obediently standing by said plenty. In this unfamiliar world, she needed someone to rely on.

Summoning her courage, she spoke, "Grandmother, I’d also like to become your disciple."

The Old Mother, unfazed by Nyx’s plea, smiled kindly and replied, "You have already found your own path. If you’d like, you can become my registered disciple. Would you agree?"

Nyx immediately responded, "I am willing. Disciple pays respect to Teacher."

The other unselected goddesses exchanged bewildered glances, feeling somewhat at a loss about their futures. The Old Mother didn’t dislike these girls; she had only chosen five. However, allowing them to remain here and learn about the Primordial world’s knowledge was perfectly fine.

"You needn’t feel lost. Stay here for now and let this young girl in black teach you."

The group instantly brightened up and chimed in, "Thank you, Teacher."

With so many newcomers, Lishan quickly became lively. Meanwhile, Nezha was handed his first assignment: teaching them how to read!

Getting the Old Mother herself to teach such fundamentals? Dream on!

This wasn’t laziness on the Old Mother’s part—it was just how things worked in the Primordial world. Typically, masters would pour their efforts into training only the senior disciple. For the latter disciples, apart from general lectures, it was usually the senior disciple’s job to guide them.

Teachers were cultivators too—they couldn’t devote all their energy to teaching. Chan Sect’s Nanji Immortal and Jie Sect’s Duobao performed these roles, serving as senior disciples and educators.

The Saint Taiqing of the Human Sect couldn’t even be bothered with disciples. Senior disciple Xuan Du was equally uninterested in teaching, and when the big lazy met the little lazy, they simply stopped accepting disciples altogether. As a result, aside from Xuan Du, the Human Sect had only a few children or registered disciples who’d listened to some teachings.

The Lishan Old Mother left, and Nezha looked at the flock of chirping women below, feeling like he had become the headmaster of a girls’ school. His teacher tasked him with teaching them the basics; he couldn’t just sit on a stone and lecture them dryly.

While this was the norm for immortals, it also implicated the prestige of Saints. They couldn’t afford to appear like amateurs. Knowing his teacher’s competitive and show-off tendencies, Nezha was well aware that things couldn’t be done sloppily.

Running a school boiled down to three key issues: teaching locations, teaching staff, and credentials. The location was Lishan, but there still needed to be proper classrooms, dormitories, and dining halls.

The main teaching staff would be Nezha himself, though he could always recruit others.

As for credentials, there weren’t many in the world that could rival his Teacher’s qualifications.

Before giving the group of goddesses a chance to speak, Nezha swept his sleeve and brought them down the mountain. He released the Jiangshan Sheji Map, letting many male gods step out—including Apollo and Ares.

"Listen up! I was previously my Teacher’s sole disciple, so we need to renovate the teaching facilities here. Here’s the ’Primordial Ancient Texts’ and ’Daoist Etiquette Manual.’ Study them independently first. Got it?"

The group, still trying to process what was happening, was yanked by their relatives to avoid asking any unnecessary questions.

"Understood!" *N

Nezha pulled out two gigantic books, each the size of a door and half a meter thick, placing them on the ground. He gestured to Athena’s group of four, saying, "I’ve got other matters to attend to. You four lead them in studying and transcribing. If you want to adapt well to this world, no slacking off."

Turning to the male gods, he added, "You guys will stay here as study companions. Do some work and learn in the process—once you leave, you’ll be able to adapt quickly."

With that, Nezha stopped worrying about them and headed straight for the stars. Although they’d lost their world’s blessings, they were far from mortals. They wouldn’t starve, even left to their own devices.