I Let You Take Charge of the New Disciples, and You Mass-produce Emperors?

In the fantasy world where strength is respected, Wang Ming, who had practiced for thirty years, had just become an outer sect elder when he took over the position of supervising the new disciples.

But all the geniuses were reserved by the peak masters and supreme elders, leaving behind some disciples with extremely poor talents who would find it difficult to achieve anything.

All the elders knew that this was a chore that wasted time and seriously delayed practice.

Even these disciples with extremely poor talents believed that Wang Ming would not teach them with all his heart, and even if he did, it would be useless.

At this moment, the "ten thousand-fold return system for teaching disciples" was activated. As long as the disciple becomes stronger, Wang Ming can get rewards.

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A hundred years later, in a time of chaos and chaos among all races of demons, there was a peerless swordsman, dressed in white like snow, who killed so many races that they dared not raise their heads. When he was called the Sword Ancestor by the human race, he shook his head desperately, "Master, how dare I call myself the Ancestor."

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Thousands of years later, a cold and beautiful empress, who killed immortals and destroyed gods, stood in the capital of the Snow Country and was worshipped by the world. However, she said, "I would rather be a child in front of my master than have the world worship me like this."