Disciple Cashback System: I Got Exposed By My Disciple Chapter 1

“Are you willing to be my disciple?”

The setting was Lingjiu Peak in the Qingyun clan.

Ye Xuan posed that question to the handyman disciple standing right in front of him.

This handyman disciple happened to be a young girl, her delicate face flushed red, hair neatly bundled in a bun.

Shock filled her wide eyes.

Ye Xuan stood as the youngest elder in the Qingyun clan, heaven's chosen prodigy!

In contrast, her innate talent remained terribly poor.

She failed to grasp why a Qingyun clan elder would choose to accept someone like her—a mere handyman disciple due to her weakness—as a personal disciple.

Why was this happening?

Was Elder Ye Xuan intending to make her his personal disciple, or just another handyman?

Lu Yanran, the young girl, felt her mind go completely blank, leaving her unable to respond at all.

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Right now, Ye Xuan's complexion appeared ashen and a bit uneasy.

A life-or-death crisis loomed over him.

Freshly transmigrated into this world, he had already fallen victim to poison, with merely four hours remaining before death.

Luckily, in his moment of utter desperation, the system came through reliably.

Known as the Disciple Feedback System, it promised returns many times greater for anything bestowed upon a disciple.

These returns ranged from two-fold up to ten-thousand-fold.

Take, for instance, if Ye Xuan boosted a disciple's comprehension; his own would surge by two to ten thousand points.

Each activation brought a random multiplier—the greater the multiple, the rarer the chance.

Once he grasped the system's mechanics, Ye Xuan realized his path to survival lay clear before him.

His top priority became recruiting a disciple without delay.

Since it was the Disciple Feedback System, feedback only triggered after giving something to a disciple.

This explained why Ye Xuan targeted this handyman disciple, Lu Yanran.

Lu Yanran remained stunned at that instant.

In a world that revered the mighty, securing discipleship under a powerhouse demanded either exceptional talent or powerful backing—without them, it was virtually impossible.

Thus, Lu Yanran doubted what her eyes saw and ears heard.

She figured her desperate longing for a master must have sparked this hallucination.

A self-mocking chuckle escaped her; she hadn't realized her yearning would drive her to delusions.

Her tiny hand rose to pinch her cheek.

Pain shot through! Now Lu Yanran truly puzzled over it.

Clearly, no illusion was at play.

“What, you don’t want to be my disciple?”

Ye Xuan's voice rang sharp and clear in Lu Yanran’s ears.

He gazed helplessly at Lu Yanran opposite him.

Moments earlier, he had mentally reviewed all the disciples he knew within the Qingyun clan.

It struck him then how scant his knowledge of the Qingyun clan truly was.

Sure, he recalled some standout talents among the disciples, but nearly all had masters already—other elders.

After much deliberation, only one option emerged as fitting.

None other than Lu Yanran, the handyman disciple before him!

Naturally, Ye Xuan's choice stemmed not from her lovely features or lithe, alluring figure.

Rather, Lu Yanran handled the cleaning duties around Ye Xuan’s dwelling on Lingjiu Peak.

Frequent sightings had built a favorable impression, even if Ye Xuan paid her little mind.

Besides, he had observed Lu Yanran's tireless diligence.

Every spot she tended gleamed spotless.

And right after tasks ended, she dove straight into cultivation practice, never idling.

Low status and mediocre talent barred Lu Yanran from the Qingyun clan’s core techniques.

Yet her unyielding effort touched Ye Xuan deeply.

Precisely for this reason, Ye Xuan resolved to claim her as his inaugural disciple, talent be damned.

“Become Elder Ye Xuan’s disciple?”

Lu Yanran's expression still held disbelief.

Her long-held dream of apprenticing under a legendary master seemed too surreal to manifest.

Calmly, Ye Xuan fixed his gaze on the Lu Yanran before him.

Snapping from her stupor, she dropped to her knees in a kowtow.

“Your disciple is willing!”

Her voice boomed. Lifting her head revealed a forehead red and swollen.

Lu Yanran paid no heed to the throbbing bump.

Excitement made her body quiver faintly.

“Alright,” Ye Xuan nodded approvingly, his tone gentle.

“Very well, from this day forward, you are my very first disciple!”

Across Tianyuan Continent, master-disciple bonds typically involved elaborate rituals.

Such reverence defined the continent's view of mentorship.

Yet certain masters scorned the formalities, opting to name disciples on the spot.

With death knocking at his door, Ye Xuan had no patience for tedious rites.

“Rise—no need to kneel.”

Ye Xuan instructed flatly. Lu Yanran offered quick thanks before standing.

Ye Xuan eyed her; so youthful, she might pass for a fresh junior high student from his old life.

Though composure returned somewhat, Lu Yanran lingered in bewilderment.

How had she so effortlessly joined the legendary Elder Ye Xuan as disciple?

Hailed as the Qingyun clan's top genius and youngest elder in a millennium.

What feat earned her the spot as his pioneer disciple?

Overwhelmed by the abrupt joy, Lu Yanran struggled to fully rouse.

“Now that you've taken me as master, today I bestow upon you a pill. I'll enter seclusion soon; upon emergence, more treasures await you.”

“Thank you, Master!”

Delight colored Lu Yanran's words.

She understood full well that Ye Xuan's pill was no commonplace treasure.

No sooner had Ye Xuan spoken than he produced a sweetly scented pill from his storage pouch.

Truth be told, Ye Xuan had planned this meticulously prior to formally accepting Lu Yanran.

Upon acquiring the system, a beginner's gift had activated.

His initial disciple gift would yield a staggering 10,000-fold return.

Armed with this bonus, Ye Xuan devised dual paths to his salvation.

One involved directly imparting cultivation to his disciple, securing 10,000-fold feedback.

Problem solved in a flash.