Brian Carter discovered that without understanding the economic rules of the Baifeng Sect, he couldn’t make use of his advantage as a transmigrator with economic insight—even if he wanted to create something like Pinduoduo, he had no idea where to start.

Gambling? Betting odds? When Brian Carter heard that the odds for him just holding out a few breaths were so high, he suddenly realized that if he put all his fifty taels of spirit stones on himself to win, wouldn’t he be counting money until his hands cramped?

At this moment, several disciples were looking at Brian Carter as if he were an idiot.

Although, as disciples, looking at their master like an idiot was extremely disrespectful!

But, the disciples really didn’t know what other way to remind their master to wake up and stop dreaming.

Senior Sister Ashley Grant was stumped by the question. She realized that she, too, had only looked at the odds for how long their master could last, and hadn’t even checked the odds for their master actually winning.

What did this mean? Senior Sister Ashley Grant suddenly felt she had made a huge mistake! She had disrespected her master! Otherwise, why wouldn’t she have checked the odds for her master’s victory?

“Master! I was wrong!”

One moment, Senior Sister Ashley Grant was sitting upright at the dining table, and the next, she suddenly pushed back from the table, dropped to her knees, and kowtowed to Brian Carter.

“Oh come on… not again…”

Seeing the sudden change in Ashley Grant’s expression, Brian Carter immediately knew what his senior disciple was about to do, and hurriedly put down his chopsticks, trying to help her up.

But… he wasn’t strong enough!

As the master, Brian Carter was actually not as strong as his senior disciple. Although his mind reacted quickly, his actions were too slow, and she had already kowtowed.

“Get up, quickly.” Brian Carter hurried to help Ashley Grant up. In the past two months… Senior Sister Ashley Grant had suddenly knelt and kowtowed almost twice a day on average!

Brian Carter really couldn’t figure out why this senior disciple loved to suddenly self-reflect and then kneel and kowtow.

Such a beautiful female disciple—why did she always do such cringey things out of nowhere?

The only thing he did understand was the backup file on Senior Sister from Zhonghuayun: specialty—100% kneeling and kowtowing style. Now he finally knew what that meant.

“Master! This disciple has been greatly disrespectful! Please punish me!” Ashley Grant knelt on the ground, her head almost buried in the floor, and said in a very dramatic way, “Please punish me according to the peak’s rules.”

Brian Carter rubbed his face up and down several times and sighed, “Here we go again, here we go again…”

“If Master won’t punish me, then I’ll…”

“Kneel until you die, I know.” Brian Carter interrupted Ashley Grant, “It’s the same lines every time. Are you an NPC? Can’t you change it up a bit… Fine, fine! According to the peak’s rules, you’re punished to copy ‘Master is the greatest’ one hundred times.”

Only after hearing her punishment did Ashley Grant slowly get up and return to the table.

“Ashley Grant…” Brian Carter sat back down and said, “You’re such a beautiful girl, don’t just kneel to me at the drop of a hat. Though, even if I say it, you won’t listen…”

Matthew Cooper, holding a book, looked up at Ashley Grant for the first time and said seriously, “Senior Sister, our Sibao Peak won’t lose! Master will definitely win!”

“Why?” Ashley Grant looked at her junior brother in confusion, and as soon as she asked, she regretted it, because she knew exactly what he was about to say.

“Because I (you) am the protagonist!”

Andrew Morris and Daniel Cooper, who had temporarily put down his book, both shouted in unison with equally serious expressions.

Brian Carter couldn’t help but clap enthusiastically from the side. That’s right! This is his third disciple, Matthew Cooper! These are his four disciples! Every one of them has such a uniquely bizarre way of thinking!

When he first transmigrated here and heard Daniel Cooper say he was the protagonist, Brian Carter had even wondered if this kid was also a transmigrator. But after talking with him, he realized that this child… had just read too many storybooks and believed he was the protagonist.

‘Master, I lost my parents when I was young, was born with an ancient immortal body that’s now a useless body, and then joined your rundown sect on a remote peak. Isn’t that the perfect protagonist template? Don’t you think so?’

‘Master, I’ve been studying the “Geographical Records” lately and have some insights. When I get the chance to go out for training, I’ll go jump off the Xianxian Cliff first to see if I can get a fortuitous encounter.’

‘If there’s no encounter at Xianxian Cliff, I’ll jump off the Shenmo Cliff! I’ve found several mysterious cliffs—if I jump off enough of them, I’m bound to get a fortuitous encounter, so you don’t need to worry about my cultivation.’

‘Matthew… as your master, I’m afraid you won’t get a second chance to jump… Maybe you should get your head checked? I suspect you’re seriously ill.’

‘Master! You also think I only need to jump once to get a fortuitous encounter? You also noticed I’m seriously ill? That’s right! The protagonist usually has a major illness before rising up! Looks like I’m getting closer and closer to my rise!’

Whenever Brian Carter thought of that conversation with his third disciple, he really wanted to find “Ha Shiyi,” the author who wrote all those god-and-demon storybooks, and give him a piece of his mind. A perfectly good disciple, and this author had messed up his brain.

Knock, knock, knock…

Suddenly, a knock at the door interrupted Brian Carter’s lesson to his disciples.