Chapter 211 The Thirteenth Day of Entering a Rebirth Novel

Chapter 211: Day Thirteen of Transmigrating into a Rebirth Novel

An Yi seemed to see through his thoughts and spoke up at the right moment, her tone calm: "Your Majesty, what I will teach is not the art of immortality or ascension, but basic methods to strengthen the body, temper the will, and sense the natural energy of heaven and earth."

"Your Majesty is the True Dragon Emperor; your immortal destiny is determined by heaven and beyond the reach of ordinary methods. Cultivating more young people with even a modicum of ability will, for the nation, increase its foundation, and for Your Majesty's empire, add an extra layer of protection. When Your Majesty's merits are complete and you ascend to immortality, you will also need capable people to guard this mortal realm, will you not?"

She slightly emphasized the phrases "Your Majesty's empire" and "mortal realm," once again precisely hitting the Old Emperor's weak spot.

Yes, once he became an immortal and ascended, someone would have to look after this Great Ming empire for him, wouldn't they?

If he could have more capable people like the National Teacher under his command, wouldn't his path to immortality be even more secure?

With that thought, the displeasure vanished instantly.

The Old Emperor stroked his beard, a smile appearing on his face: "The National Teacher is far-sighted and cares for the nation. I am deeply gratified! Approved! Let it be as the National Teacher says!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty." An Yi bowed.

The news spread through the upper circles of the capital like wings.

The National Teacher, An Yi, was going to hold a lecture and accept disciples!

Regardless of gender, as long as they were of the right age, they had a chance to be selected and taught the mysterious "methods of cultivation"!

This time, the common people also got the news, and many were eager to act.

If they could follow the National Teacher, wouldn't that be a leap to success?!

The entire capital was stirred!

Every family that met the qualifications was mobilized. Who wouldn't want to send their children to study under the National Teacher?

After all, they had many children; sending one to follow the National Teacher was no big deal, and many more could still become officials.

This was not only a great opportunity but also an excellent chance to build a relationship with the National Teacher, who was now at the height of his power!

Soon, an official announcement came from the palace: In three days, a "Discipleship Banquet" would be held in the palace, where the National Teacher would personally appear to select his students.

The reason it was set in the palace was that the Old Emperor wanted to personally witness this "grand event."

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Study of the Marquis Zhongyong's Mansion.

Huo Huai was sitting before his father, the Marquis Zhongyong, discussing something.

Just then, the steward of the mansion hurried in and whispered the news from the palace about the National Teacher accepting disciples.

"...The National Teacher said he wants to select those aged twelve to twenty, regardless of gender, to teach methods of cultivation. In three days, at the palace..."

Huo Huai was stunned.

The National Teacher was accepting disciples?

If he became the National Teacher's disciple, wouldn't he be able to stay by his side all the time?

His heartbeat, without warning, went out of control again, so fast that he could barely breathe.

An involuntary heat rushed to his cheeks, ears, and even his neck, burning fiercely.

The National Teacher must have cast some spell on him!

Otherwise, why would he react like this just hearing his name or news?

If he could see the National Teacher face to face, sincerely apologize, and beg for his forgiveness... The National Teacher, being so magnanimous and compassionate, would surely forgive his unknown past offenses and remove this tormenting spell, wouldn't he?

Huo Hong also wanted to send someone to the National Teacher's side. He was considering whom to send when he turned and was startled: "Nineteen! Why is your face so red?!"

"Father." Huo Huai looked up at Huo Hong: "Your son... wants to give it a try."

Huo Hong naturally knew the National Teacher's current influence, and he was even more aware that his son had always dismissed such mystical arts. Today, he voluntarily offered to go, which was truly unexpected.

But on second thought, Nineteen was the heir; how could he go to the National Teacher? He was supposed to take over the Marquis Mansion in the future!

However... Nineteen was so outstanding; perhaps he stood a better chance of being selected than others?

"If you want to go, then go and try."

Huo Hong nodded: "But... the National Teacher requires an age between twelve and twenty. You... just turned twenty. I'm not sure if that falls within the National Teacher's requirements."

Upon hearing this, Huo Huai fell silent.

Just turned twenty—this age was indeed awkward, right at the edge of the requirement.

But he was silent for only a moment before he raised his head again, his gaze firm: "No matter. Your son will still go and try."

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Study of the Right Grand Chancellor's Mansion.

Ran Yuanzheng dismissed the attendants and told his daughter Ran Zhuyu, who had just arrived, in detail about the National Teacher's plan to accept disciples, as he had heard in the Yangxin Studio that day.

"...He's going to teach methods of cultivation?"

Ran Zhuyu finished listening, her brows tightly knitted, her face full of confusion: "Father, if he really is... one of those, how would he know any cultivation methods? Wouldn't this expose his weakness? Or has his successful prophecy made him so complacent that he's lost his senses?"

Ran Yuanzheng shook his head, his expression grave: "I too am baffled. But watching him today in front of His Majesty, his words and actions were calm and unhurried, not like someone bluffing. Perhaps... our earlier guesses were wrong? He's not reborn, but truly possesses some mysterious skills?"

This possibility weighed heavier on Ran Yuanzheng's heart.

A National Teacher with genuine extraordinary abilities posed a far greater threat and uncertainty than one who was merely reborn.

If she knew about her daughter...

Ran Zhuyu pondered for a moment, a glint of determination flashing in her eyes: "Father, the National Teacher said he accepts disciples regardless of gender. I am also within the age range."

"You want to go?" Ran Yuanzheng frowned: "Zhuyu, this is too risky! If the National Teacher truly has skills, and you appear before him, wouldn't you be walking right into a trap?"

"Don't worry, Father." Ran Zhuyu analyzed calmly: "I'm not going to compete for the title of disciple. I just want to see for myself, to confirm with my own eyes. I won't deliberately stand out; I'll just blend in with the crowd to observe."

She raised her eyes, her gaze sharp: "Most importantly, he knows me."

Ran Yuanzheng stood up: "What do you mean?!"

Ran Zhuyu told him about what had happened at the palace gate that day: "I didn't sense any malice, but he definitely knew me."

Ran Yuanzheng pondered, then sighed and finally nodded: "Alright, you can go. But remember, be very careful. Never act impulsively."

"I understand."

Ran Zhuyu bowed.

Comments section:

"Wait, the Imperial Preceptor might actually have supernatural powers?"

"Will Pearl Baby get caught if she signs up? (burning at the stake.jpg)"

"That meme is too dark! (scream)"

"Can this novel even have cultivation?"

"It's not cultivation; many novels have this—a skilled monk or taoist who can tell at a glance if the MC is a time traveler or reborn, someone from beyond the heavens! (seeing through the truth at a glance.jpg)"

"Is the Imperial Preceptor this type?"

"I don't think so. Otherwise, why didn't he warn about the drought in his past life? More likely, he's also reborn."

"As for taking disciples, he's probably come up with an even better con."

"A con? That doesn't sound like the male lead..."

"Why not? Plenty of male leads are con artists!"

"I'm still rooting for the masked man!"

"..."

An Yi summoned his taoist apprentice and had him stitch together the pages he'd written.

"So the female lead is coming to his apprentice selection too?"