Several people were so angry they almost spat blood.
What did he mean by ‘don’t want those with bad luck’?
So, everyone chosen by him had bad luck, right?
But looking at the Grand Elder and then at the flying boat beneath their feet, they understood that whatever he said, went. They couldn't object.
"I'll be a Utility Disciple!"
"Me too!"
After realizing the situation, almost everyone chose to stay and become Utility Disciples.
What if, in the future, they were appreciated and became official Disciples? It wasn't as if there weren't precedents!
Moreover, the Sect provided food and lodging, and Utility Disciples only performed miscellaneous tasks. Even the coachman who drove the carriage was a Utility Disciple.
Only one person chose to go down the mountain. This person seemed to come from a merchant family, and his clothes were much better than others'.
He found such a result unacceptable; staying on the mountain as a Utility Disciple was worse than going back down to inherit his family's property.
No one stopped him; someone just led him away, arranged for him to stay overnight, and would send him back down the mountain the next day.
Meanwhile, on the other side, the Manager in blue clothes smilingly led An Chen to a wooden house, gave him a set of fitting clothes and bedding, and took his measurements.
Next, he led An Chen to a place similar to a "dormitory," introducing the Sect simply as they walked.
This was where the Disciples lived, with small houses standing in rows. There were many more people here, all dressed in white, likely all Disciples of the Sect.
"Our School's Disciples are divided into two types: one is the ordinary Disciple, who lives over there, wears white, and two people share a room. The other type is the Elders' personal Disciples, who wear blue and must have outstanding Cultivation to qualify. They live over here, and all have single rooms."
The Manager led him to an empty room, pushed open the door, and walked in.
The room was quite bright and had simple furniture. It seemed someone had cleaned it recently, so it was still tidy.
This room was originally intended for the Disciple with Medium Grade Spiritual Root who came in with An Chen, but now it seemed more suitable for An Chen to stay here.
The Manager helped An Chen make the bed and said:
"Others usually need to Cultivate for some time before they can be accepted as personal Disciples, but for you, the Grand Elder will definitely take you as his personal Disciple, so it's good to live here in advance."
An Chen looked at the newly acquired white clothes he was holding in his arms, feeling a bit confused.
"Then these clothes?"
"Ah." The Manager said with a look of shame: "The personal Disciple's blue clothes need to be custom-made; they won't be ready for two more days. For these two days, just wear these, or don't wear them at all if you prefer. Wear whatever clothes you like!"
"I see."
An Chen nodded and walked around the room.
This room was a little bigger than his home on Earth, and the bed was comfortable, so An Chen was very satisfied.
He hadn't expected that as soon as he Transmigrated here, he would be so comfortable.
Which of the Transcendents in novels didn't have to endure a few days of hardship first?
"The Grand Elder will be here in a little while. If you need anything, you can find me at the Affairs Hall. My name is Yang Licheng, and I am the Hall Master of the Affairs Hall. You can call me Manager Yang or Hall Master Yang. Remember to find me if you need anything!"
Yang Licheng walked away with a chuckle, while An Chen sat on the bed, contemplating his current situation.
He was still a bit confused.
He had inexplicably joined this so-called Qingfeng Sect and was about to be accepted as a personal Disciple by that Grand Elder.
He didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.
Mainly, that Grand Elder seemed a bit... hard to describe.
And this Qingfeng Sect, he didn't know if carrying people on their backs was some strange ritual, wanting to carry others as soon as they met.
An Chen actually preferred to live in the ordinary Disciple's room. If he had a roommate, he might be able to ask them for some information about the Qingfeng Sect. Of course, he also had to be careful not to let them discover that he wasn't a native of this world.
An Chen changed into the white clothes. After all, he was in someone else's place, so he had to look the part. He was quite surprised that his short-sleeved shirt and shorts hadn't attracted the attention of the Qingfeng Sect's Disciples or Elders.
The Qingfeng Sect's clothes were quite loose, making them easy to move in. The sleeves and other parts were longer and thicker, but the temperature on this mountain was slightly lower, so wearing them wouldn't feel hot.
An Chen found a bag tucked inside the clothes, similar to the one Su Xiaojiu used. It was probably the so-called qiankun bag, but he didn't have Spiritual Power yet and couldn't use it.
An Chen thought for a moment and decided to go out and look around before the Grand Elder arrived.
He needed to find someone to ask about the situation here and gather some information.
As soon as he stood up, there was a knock on the door.
"Junior Brother! Junior Brother!"
An Chen initially thought it was the Grand Elder, but the voice was very young.
An Chen recognized it as Chen Sheng's voice.
An Chen went and opened the door, indeed seeing Chen Sheng smiling at the entrance, with a Jiang Cheng standing beside him.
"Junior Brother, are you getting used to this place?"
"It's alright..."
What do you mean 'getting used to it'? I haven't even started living here yet!
An Chen grumbled inwardly but didn't say it aloud.
"I'm Chen Sheng, and this Dumb one is Jiang Cheng. We are your Senior Brothers. There's nothing in this Qingfeng Sect that I don't know. Junior Brother, is there anything you want to know? I can tell you everything!"
An Chen was delighted.
Someone was actually rushing to give him information; this was too kind!
"Senior Brothers, please come in."
An Chen stepped aside from the doorway, leading the two into the room. Inside, there was a square table and four chairs. The three of them sat down there.
"Senior Brothers, I come from a rather remote village and don't know much about the Qingfeng Sect. I hope you two will help me a lot in the future."
"Don't worry, I'm the walking encyclopedia here. If there's anything you don't know, just ask me, you can't go wrong! This one, although a bit slow-witted, is actually good at Drawing Talismans, isn't that surprising? If you need Talismans, you can ask him!"
Chen Sheng patted his chest confidently.
"Hey! Don't make such big promises for me! I'm very slow at making Talismans, and the quality isn't great. They're not something I can just whip up on demand!"
Jiang Cheng clicked his tongue and pinched Chen Sheng's arm.
"Thank you, Senior Brothers!"
An Chen cupped his hands and bowed, imitating the others he had seen earlier.
It seemed his identity as someone with a Superior Spiritual Root was quite useful. These people were all eager to curry favor with him.
In the next few days, many more people would likely come to him, probably not just Disciples, but also Managers like Yang Licheng.
After all, An Chen was the man who rode up the mountain on the Grand Elder's back.
"Alright, Junior Brother, what do you want to know? Just ask, don't be shy!"
An Chen nodded and said:
"I actually do have some questions, Senior Brother, may I ask..."