Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 522: RECRUITING DISCIPLES

The days that followed passed in quiet intensity as Aaron devoted himself entirely to mastering his newly created essences.

With these essences born from within his own soul, he no longer depended on the fundamental energies of the realm around him.

Even if the mortal world tried to suppress his qi or cut him off from external power, it would mean nothing.

He carried his strength inside himself, pure, self-sustaining, and beyond the realm’s control.

That was the true gift of the Paradox Rank.

Yet a single dilemma remained.

Because his essences originated from his core rather than the abundant environment, their quantity was tiny compared to the vast oceans of qi available in the outside world.

Still, the sheer quality of each essence far surpassed anything lower ranks could dream of.

From this point forward, advancing would mean slowly expanding the volume of his own inner power, drop by precious drop.

Once he reached a comfortable level of control, Aaron decided it was time to move.

He would visit every sect and clan across the entire eastern continent, taking things at a deliberate, unhurried pace while he waited for the hidden demonic plans to ripen in the shadows.

Slipping through the night like a ghost, Aaron moved unseen.

His presence melted into darkness, his steps silent as falling snow.

With his overwhelming strength, remaining invisible was effortless.

He glided from one grand hall to the next, from hidden libraries to forbidden vaults, never once alerting a single guard or disciple.

His purpose was simple yet vital: he needed to study every existing martial art, cultivation method, and footwork technique.

Only then could he craft new, flawless arts, arts strong enough to attract talented disciples and let the Splitting Heaven Sect dominate the upcoming tournament.

Once that promise to Lin Guo was fulfilled, Aaron could finally turn his full attention elsewhere.

But the deeper he delved, the sharper his disappointment grew.

Every scroll he scanned, every technique he analyzed, was riddled with glaring errors.

Flawed meridians routes, unstable qi circulation, dangerous bottlenecks, mistakes so basic that Aaron could barely believe they had been used for centuries.

Even the simplest footwork techniques wasted energy and invited injury.

His mystic eyes worked with terrifying efficiency.

In less than a single second, he could absorb an entire library’s worth of knowledge, every flaw laid bare like exposed bones.

After combing through every major sect and clan on the continent, Aaron reached a cold conclusion: these so-called cultivation methods did far more harm than good.

They were not worthy of being practiced by humans, let alone pigs.

Disgusted, he returned to the sect without a word.

He sealed himself inside the deepest training room, the heavy stone doors sliding shut behind him with a resonant boom.

For an entire day and night, Aaron sat motionless at a simple writing desk.

Scrolls and ink brushes flew across the surface as his hand moved in a blur.

Drawing only the crudest inspirations from the flawed arts he had studied, he used his mystic eyes to tear apart every weakness, every loophole, and rebuild them from the ground up.

Perfect, elegant, and terrifyingly powerful techniques took shape under different Daos, saber, sword, fist, spear, and more.

A normal cultivator would have needed decades for even one of these creations.

Even Chen Mo, with all his heaven-defying talent, could never have boasted of such a feat in a single day.

But for Aaron, armed with countless transcendent talents and eyes that saw the truth of existence itself, it was nothing more than a casual breeze.

The next stage was recruitment.

"I’m sorry to bother you, my lord," Lin Guo said hesitantly one morning, bowing deeply with visible shame.

"But... are you sure we should start accepting disciples now? We don’t have any cultivation techniques left to teach them. I already sold every last one to pay off old debts."

Aaron looked at his loyal companion with calm understanding. "I know. I already took care of that problem."

He extended his hand. Two beautifully bound manuals appeared, their covers radiating faint, majestic spiritual light.

"Here. You have a natural affinity for the Dao of the Saber. The Mad Saber Cultivation Art and the Blood Saber Martial Arts are the perfect fit for you."

Lin Guo accepted the books with trembling fingers.

He stared at them, utterly speechless.

He had never seen Aaron write anything, let alone create cultivation methods from thin air.

But the true shock came the moment he opened the first page and began to read.

"This... How?" Lin Guo blurted out, eyes widening in pure disbelief.

Even someone who had never touched advanced techniques before could feel it.

These manuals were not merely good. They were supreme, flawless in structure, boundless in potential, radiating a power that made every other art he had ever seen look like children’s scribbles.

Lin Guo’s hands shook as he clutched the books to his chest, awe and gratitude flooding his entire being.

It was well written, clear, elegant, and flawless.

Even a pig could cultivate using these techniques and still reach a terrifyingly high grade.

"Thank you, my lord!" Lin Guo bowed deeply, forehead nearly touching the polished stone floor.

Gratitude and awe shone in his eyes like twin stars.

"Enough of this," Aaron said simply, snapping his fingers once.

In the space between heartbeats, the world shifted.

Lin Guo blinked.

One moment they stood inside the quiet seclusion of the sect’s inner halls;

the next, they were outside beneath the open sky, standing at the grand entrance plaza that Aaron had prepared for recruitment.

A massive jade signboard floated above the table, its golden characters blazing with spiritual light: Splitting Heaven Sect – Disciple Recruitment.

Banners fluttered in the gentle breeze, recruitment scrolls neatly arranged, ink and brushes ready, even a small array humming softly to project an inviting aura across the valley.

Lin Guo stared at Aaron, mouth slightly open.

The thought crystallized in his mind with unshakable certainty:

"This man is an omnipotent god walking among mortals."

He couldn’t even begin to fathom how a single snap had transported them, set everything up, and arranged it all without a single wasted motion.

Pushing the overwhelming awe to the back of his mind, Lin Guo straightened his robes and tried to look calm.

He hoped, prayed, that at least one worthy soul would appear and wish to join.

He didn’t have to wait long.

A young cultivator strode forward with confident steps.

Clean-shaven, well-dressed in flowing azure robes embroidered with silver clouds, he carried himself like someone accustomed to respect.

His aura was steady, his eyes sharp.

"Hello. I would like to join your sect. I have reached the—"

"Failed. Next."

Lin Guo and the cultivator froze in unison, staring at Aaron in stunned silence.

Aaron hadn’t even let the man finish his sentence.

He had disqualified him before a single meaningful word was spoken.

The cultivator’s face darkened. "You haven’t even heard my cultivation level, let alone given me a chance to explain. What sort of arrogance—"