Now that Elder Liao had spoken up to confirm it, everyone finally realized that over the past three years, the petty Beast Garden's master, who in their eyes did nothing but eat, sleep, and occasionally beat up his disciples, was actually such a studious chicken!
For a moment, many people felt a bit ashamed.
Looking at Xiao Luan's eager expression, full of confidence and the unspoken plea of "hurry and let me be a lecturer too," Liu Yunan hesitated and said to him:
"Xiao Luan, since the new disciples are all human, and they don't understand Hundred Beast Spirit Speech, the lecturers have to speak entirely in human language, okay?"
Xiao Luan puffed out his chest confidently and responded, "No problem, cluck!"
Liu Yunan continued, "You also can't lose your temper and walk off. You have to patiently answer everyone's questions, understand?"
Xiao Luan was still full of confidence, "No problem, cluck!"
Seeing how persistent he was, Liu Yunan had already agreed in his heart, but he still gave one last reminder:
"You do remember that lecturers are not allowed to hit disciples, right?"
Xiao Luan: …
After a moment of hesitation, Xiao Luan turned to glance at Da Tao, who instinctively gave him a side-eye. The master and disciple pair exchanged looks for a while.
Finally, Xiao Luan turned back to Liu Yunan and reluctantly agreed, "Alright then, cluck."
After all, if he ever felt the urge to hit someone, he could always take it out on Da Tao.
However, Da Tao, hearing Xiao Luan agree, suddenly brightened up. His previously dull eyes now gleamed with excitement as he looked at Liu Yunan and clucked:
"Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck!"
He wanted to be a new disciple too! He wanted to attend the new disciples' cultivation classes!
Seeing Da Tao's eager look, Xiao Luan couldn't bear it and gave him a disdainful side-eye, but he didn't stop him.
After all, Elder Liu only said that lecturers couldn't hit disciples during class; he never said it wasn't allowed at other times.
Having thought it over carefully, Xiao Luan concluded that this wouldn't be too difficult for him. After all, even as a lecturer, he would only need to teach once every ten days or so. There would be plenty of opportunities to discipline his foolish disciple, Da Tao, outside of class.
Da Tao, being as innocent as he was, didn't realize what was on his master's mind. He only felt a chill down his back but didn't pay it much attention. His only focus was on hoping Liu Yunan would agree.
However, Liu Yunan turned his gaze toward Lin Xiao.
Receiving his questioning look, Lin Xiao smiled and said to Da Tao:
"Sure, of course. Anyone here who wants to attend classes with the new disciples is welcome to. The Cultivation Hall belongs to the sect, and anyone can go in to learn."
Thus, Xiao Luan's role as a lecturer was settled during this dinner.
After this topic concluded, Old Master Lin, who had been quietly puffing on his pipe, suddenly spoke:
"Yunan, how long before the new disciples are ready to work?"
Hearing Old Master Lin's question, many people perked up:
"Yeah, Yunan, when can we start putting the new disciples to work?"
"Son, you don't want your mother to keep nagging you every day, do you?" Although Yang Jinshu's Disciplinary Hall wasn't too busy right now, it didn't stop her from joining in to push for progress.
Liu Yunan: …
How was he supposed to explain to them that the new disciples hadn't even finished touring the sect yet? They still had to continue the tour tomorrow, undergo the apprenticeship ceremony, and participate in construction... their cultivation progress certainly wouldn't be as fast as everyone hoped.
At the very least, it wouldn't be as fast as they expected! He knew exactly what they were thinking—they would love for the new disciples to start working tonight if they could!
The dinner ended with everyone persistently asking Liu Yunan when the large labor force of new disciples would be ready to start working.
That same night, Liu Yunan personally posted the list of the eleven lecturers and the schedule at the Cultivation Hall where the new disciples were staying.
He then spent the entire night in the Miscellaneous Hall, hunched over a desk with a pile of small notebooks, scribbling and planning.
It was fortunate that he was now a Foundation Establishment cultivator, with a body far stronger and a recovery rate far superior to that of ordinary mortals.
Otherwise, Lin Xiao feared that he might soon end up with severe nearsightedness and physical exhaustion.
The next day.
At the crack of dawn, the sound of new disciples waking up could be heard from the straw huts.
Spending their first night in such a simple and unfamiliar place, most of them had slept in their clothes.
As a result, when they woke up, everyone's clothes were wrinkled and crumpled.
Someone suggested:
"Everyone, yesterday the Miscellaneous Hall gave us sect uniforms. How about we all wear them today?"
Hearing this, everyone agreed that it was a good idea, and they each pulled out the sect uniform from their storage pouches.
The uniforms were exactly as many of them had remembered—identical to those they had seen before.
Holding the clothes in their hands, many felt a wave of emotion.
Finally, they had become part of the sect.
The new disciples set up makeshift changing areas by draping covers over the far ends of the straw huts, creating fully enclosed spaces for everyone to change in privacy.
However, no one expected that such a simple task would still lead to problems.
Some people didn't know how to undress, let alone how to put on new clothes.
A small portion of the new disciples had grown up in wealthy families, where they were served by personal attendants. They had never dressed themselves in their lives.
Even on this journey to participate in the disciple selection, some had been accompanied by servants.
Among these individuals, the young lords and ladies from noble families were particularly common.
The older disciples from wealthy backgrounds, having lived for decades, could at least manage to dress themselves properly.
But the young lords and ladies struggled.
Xuan Yuan Haoyue had just finished changing when a group of older sisters quickly dragged her over to help fix her crooked and disheveled outfit.
The situation was similar on the men's side.
By the time everyone was properly dressed and emerged from the huts, the sun had fully risen.
As they washed up at the large water barrels beside the straw huts, Liu Yunan appeared before the new disciples.
Seeing that everyone had already woken up, washed, and dressed, Liu Yunan was very satisfied.
They were all diligent people.
Diligent people were great.
The sect needed this kind of hardworking, fresh blood to help relieve the pressure of all the tasks at hand.
Since it was already the second day after the new disciples had joined, and they hadn't yet begun actual cultivation, Liu Yunan, feeling a bit anxious, skipped the pleasantries and led them down the mountain.
This time, they used the sect's Wind Riding Technique, allowing the disciples to move swiftly and cover ground quickly.
Wind Riding Technique was originally created to improve the pollination efficiency of certain plants in the sect's spiritual fields that required pollination.
During busy farming seasons, Liu Yunan was occasionally roped in to help out in the spiritual fields, which is why he had taken the time to learn the technique.
Now, using it to hurry the new disciples along, one could say that Liu Yunan was applying what he had learned in a practical way.