Astral Apostle

However, his main body was buried in his studies in the Supers Academy, and his days were uneventful. There was no need to convert anything for the time being. He was more inclined to accumulate Astral Points to upgrade his Astral Projector Rank and activate Accelerated Learning for his apostles, or to prepare for emergencies.

"I'm still only an ;'expert' now. When my strength continues to increase, I might really become an immortal."

Zhou Jing smiled and shook his head.

He took a few more glances before closing the interface and thinking about a question.

The Emperor would not stay in Ning Tian Prefecture forever, and since Zhou Jing was currently appearing to cling onto the royal power, he would have to go to the capital sooner or later. However, he had no foundation in the capital and no trusted aides to order around.

As for the environment in the capital, it was even more complicated. It was not so easy to find another sucker like the Ye family.

Zhou Jing started to plan out in detail,

"Perhaps I should take in some disciples to serve as my personal guards and nurture some trusted aides to keep by my side for use. This way, I won't have to do everything myself…"

This time, he was not sincerely taking in disciples to pass down his mantle, but to nurture useful people. Although Miao Xuzi expressed that his Righteous Heart Sect was willing to provide help, Zhou Jing felt that it was better to have some of his own people.

If he wanted to form his own faction after being involved in the conflict in the royal court, he would always need some of his own people.

"Sorcery is not suitable to nurture successors, and in terms of spells, I only have two secret manuals left behind by Mei Zhanqing. She walked the path of dual cultivation and ghost subjugation, and has too many evil techniques, so it's not appropriate to teach them openly.

In addition, although I've joined the Righteous Heart Sect, I can't casually teach others their spells… From the looks of it, if I want to take in a disciple, the most suitable thing for me to teach is herbalism and medicine."

"However, even if I don't teach anything, with the golden signboard of the Divine Firmament Wind Spirit Daoist and the Emperor's favor, there will still be a large number of people who are willing to be my disciples."

Zhou Jing made a decision.

Without hesitation, he called the butler over and instructed,

"When I sensed the heavens, I had a sudden impulse and suddenly had the thought of taking in a large number of disciples. Spread the word. Young talents who want to seek the Dao, come and look for me. I will choose a disciple from them."

"What? Perfected One actually wants to take in a disciple?!"

The butler was shocked.

Zhou Jing nodded, "That's right, but I only accept people with extraordinary wisdom."

When the manager heard this, his wrinkled face suddenly twisted as he stammered,

"Perfected One, what do you think of my wisdom root?"

"… It's nothing much. Go pass the message."

Zhou Jing's eyes twitched.

You're already in your fifties, so don't join in the fun.

...

The news of Perfected Master Windwalker's plan to take in a disciple swept through Ning Tian, directly igniting the enthusiasm of the entire city.

Now, in the eyes of the citizens of Ning Tian Prefecture, he was no different from an immortal. This kind of opportunity was like an immortal encounter descending from the sky. Everyone who heard about it turned fanatical.

Moreover, the Perfected Person had recently received much attention from the Emperor. It was very likely that he would soar in the future. If one could become his disciple, it would be almost equivalent to reaching the heavens in a single bound and turning the tables!

For a moment, countless citizens jumped onto the door. There was a sea of people, almost drowning the Ye residence. It was like a talent show.

The nobles of Ning Tian Prefecture were also quite tempted. They did not have to line up like the commoners and directly brought their juniors to visit, expressing their hope that the Perfected One would accept their own disciples.

As for the Ye family, they had the upper hand. They asked all the juniors in the family to give it a try, hoping that Zhou Jing could choose a disciple he liked.

Even the Emperor got interested in this matter.

Just as the entire Ning Tian Prefecture was in an uproar, a man was silently walking in the city, familiarizing himself with the terrain as usual.

This man was about 30 years old and had quite an outstanding appearance. He was wearing a green-striped black robe and a daoist crown. He looked heroic and extraordinary appearing to be a martial artist.

This person passed through the streets and alleys and arrived near the palace in the center of the city. He looked at the towering palace walls and the palace guards standing guard from afar.

"Useless Emperor… This world has been plagued by calamities for years. The Emperor is muddle-headed and tyrannical. Northern Yan is starving, and everyone eats each other. The Imperial Court even has to skin us layer by layer for disaster relief. My Duan Family Village has a total of 683 blood debts to claim. If I don't kill you, how can this hatred be resolved?!"

A cold light flashed in his eyes.

This person's name was Duan Yunfeng, and he was from Ning Tian Prefecture. More than a month ago, he traveled to Ning Tian Prefecture alone, planning to use the opportunity of the Emperor's autumn patrol to assassinate the Emperor.

During this period of time, he quietly hid in the city and kept an eye on the city. He remembered the terrain and planned many assassination plans and escape routes, hoping to finish the target in one go. Tonight was the night to attack.

"Useless Emperor, I'll kill you tonight!"

Duan Yunfeng took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions. He looked deeply at the palace wall before turning around and hiding in the crowd.

...

Night time.

Zhou Jing returned to the house and rubbed his temples, feeling exhausted.

"Sigh, what kind of people are these…"

After he had gotten someone to spread the news of him taking in a disciple, in the past few days, countless people had come to visit. Many nobles wanted to pull strings and force their juniors into his hands as disciples.

Zhou Jing wanted to nurture some of his own people, so of course, he could not casually use young people from prominent families. Most of them were rejected.

However, it was fine for a merchant family like the Ye family. He agreed to Old Master Ye's request and chose a junior from the Ye family to take in as a disciple.

Over the past few days, Zhou Jing had chosen a total of 17 disciples. He had also chosen for an entire day today, and his vision was already blurry.

"It's enough to take in 30 to 40 people for this wave. They can act as my personal guards… Speaking of which, this method is very similar to that of a scam artist 'master' who pretends to be mysterious. He's surrounded by his disciples, bragging about the conchs and deliberately mystifying things…"