Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races Chapter 88: Mentor Selection! Make a Decision! Villa Challen

After a long while, the session where the ntors introduced themselves concluded. The new students looked at Lin Ping’an with eyes full of envy and jealousy.

So many powerhouses were all vying to take him as a true disciple. Why?

At this mont, Principal Qin Ruguo stepped forward, cleared his throat, and began speaking.

"Alright! Next, you will have two hours for registration, but spots are limited, and not everyone can beco a direct disciple. However, there will be more opportunities in the future."

"In addition, you can sign up for the challenge tournant with the student council mbers. Each person chooses a target to challenge, and arrangents will be made over the next three days."

The next mont.

Dozens of ntors appeared at their pre-arranged positions.

Seeing this, the new students breathed a sigh of relief and began discussing among themselves.

"What should we do? Which ntor are you going to register with?"

"I’m still considering! The Sixth Grade Quasi-Grandmaster level ntors have such high thresholds. Even Tier Five Peak might not make it; I’ll just go with Deng Ziyu, who’s Tier Five Initial Tier!"

"So hard! It’s too difficult to choose!"

"Hey! If only I had known about the cultivation technique ’Painful Demon Body’ earlier, maybe I could have had so advantage."

"I’ll just give it a try! It doesn’t matter which ntor takes , as long as I’m not unwanted."

"What do you think, which ntor will Lin Ping’an choose?"

"If you ask , it’s definitely a Combat Departnt ntor with Sixth Grade Peak cultivation."

"Idiot! It’ll definitely be so High Tier Civilization Master! They’re wealthy and can help him go further on the path of a Civilization Master."

"Wait! Has anyone seen Lin Ping’an?"

"Huh? Where’s Lin Ping’an? Where did he go? Why can’t we see him!"

"..."

On the other side, seeing the chaos at the scene, Lin Ping’an couldn’t be bothered to continue mingling and quietly turned to leave without making a sound.

In terms of true strength, most of these ntors who wanted to take him as a disciple couldn’t even withstand a single strike.

They’re less skilled than Lin Ping’an and have nothing to teach him.

Why should he go out of his way to beco a disciple?

Moreover, even if stronger Eighth and Ninth Grade powerhouses wanted him to beco their disciple, Lin Ping’an would not agree.

Firstly, he firmly believes that even without a teacher’s guidance, he can slowly ascend to the Martial Arts Supre on his own.

Secondly, he doesn’t want to accept the binding constraints of any ties.

Even if this leads to so trouble, Lin Ping’an resolutely made this choice.

Does he not understand the ways of the world?

Of course not! Lin Ping’an certainly understands!

Having lived two lives, he understands more than anyone!

But he simply doesn’t want to do things against his conscious nor does he want to deal with superficial pretenses.

Call him stubborn or call him strong-willed.

Regardless, he’s not planning to change, nor will he ever change.

As for other troubles that may arise from this, he’ll just deal with them as they co.

Although Lin Ping’an dislikes trouble, he won’t deliberately do things he doesn’t like just to avoid them.

From the high platform, Principal Qin Ruguo watched the gradually fading figure in the distance, his forehead slowly furrowing.

Beside him, a few High Tier Martial Artists who also noticed this, showed intriguing gazes.

"Ha ha ha... Interesting! This kid is quite arrogant! Seems like he doesn’t fancy these old guys."

"Interesting! Truly interesting! Let’s see how they continue to boast later, now that Lin Ping’an was unimpressed by them."

"Hey! Seems a bit too haughty!"

"I think he might be considering the people behind him. Perhaps he already has a ntor, which is why he didn’t choose one at this ti."

"That’s possible!"

"..."

anwhile.

The news of Lin Ping’an vanishing spread vigorously among the new students.

All topics of discussion among countless new students revolved around him.

"Is that guy an idiot?"

"He must be crazy! Offending so many powerhouses at once, isn’t he afraid of being targeted?"

"Ha ha ha... Really laughable! Truly a country bumpkin from a small town causing such an absurd situation!"

"A person should have self-awareness. Lin Ping’an surely knows his own qualifications don’t match with becoming a disciple, hence he chose to reject everyone."

"He’s finished. He’s absolutely finished. He’s openly slapped so many ntors in the face; no ntor will ever accept him in the future."

"..."

In short, so new students ridiculed while others continuously speculated.

So new students, anwhile, were simply itching to watch the show.

No one considered Lin Ping’an’s action a reasonable move.

At the sa ti, among the dozens of ntors engaging in recruitnt, upon learning that Lin Ping’an had left without choosing any of them, their expressions also changed slightly.

After that, their tone beca significantly harsher when speaking to the new students.

Two hours later, as the ti was up, the figures of the dozens of ntors flickered and vanished without a trace.

Imdiately, the new students rushed to the side.

"I want to register for the villa challenge tournant. I want to challenge the No. 1 villa where Lin Ping’an is."

"Damn it! Write my na! I’m the one to challenge Lin Ping’an."

"Fellow students, do , Marshal Zhao of Huinan City, a favor and leave Lin Ping’an to ."

"Get lost! The No. 1 villa is mine! Nobody can snatch it!"

"..."

The vast majority of new students had the sa target—Lin Ping’an.

And the No. 1 villa where he resided was also eyed by countless new students, considered as sothing already in their grasp.

Of course, apart from this, the new students also harbored thoughts of defeating Lin Ping’an to earn the ntors’ admiration.

Among them, so didn’t et the minimum recruitnt standards but considered themselves exceptionally strong in actual combat.

They also had thoughts of using this opportunity to gain the favor of a particular ntor, or even all ntors.

In any case, in the eyes of the new students, defeating Lin Ping’an was easy, with countless benefits, practically a walking treasure.

The only thing to consider was the slightly high number of competitors.

However, the situation now was akin to buying a lottery ticket; what if they won, it would be imnsely profitable.

For the ti being, except for a small portion, all the other new students unheedingly chose to challenge Lin Ping’an.

This small portion included those who chose the Creation Departnt and the path of the Civilization Master.

These new students had witnessed Lin Ping’an dealing with the Three Idiots of the Coastal. Although they didn’t know how he did it, knowing they couldn’t win, they chose to give up.

And a few particularly cautious new students.

They felt the competition was too difficult, opting for a more certain target, preferring a bird in the hand to two in the bush.

Over an hour later, the seniors in charge of the matter were completely dumbfounded.

"How do we arrange this? Almost all of them are challenging Lin Ping’an!"

"Should we have these new students fill out the forms again?"

"I think that’s not right, let’s directly report it to Chairman Su and let her decide!"

"Good idea!"

"Agree 1."

"..."

Monts later.

While cultivating, Su Die learned about this issue and was a bit dumbfounded.

"What the hell? Two thousand two hundred new students, except for a little over two hundred, the remaining two thousand all registered to challenge Lin Ping’an in the villa challenge tournant?"

"This...this...are they crazy? Don’t they know about Lin Ping’an’s combat strength? Aren’t they afraid of being cut down in one strike?"

At this point, she paused for a mont and slapped her forehead.

"No, those new students really don’t know about this!"

"Lin Ping’an is way too cunning! And he’s both cunning and capable of causing trouble!"

"Seriously, I’m exasperated! More antics again!"