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How Many Good Disciples Do You Have

 I, a reclusive master take on a disciple. I save a protagonist every ten years on average. 

In the first decade, I gave them a cultivation manual. 

In the second decade, I gave them a legendary sword. 

In the third decade, I passed on my lifetime's worth of skills. 

Finally, I realized, damn it, They turned out to be the same person all along! Now they've come knocking on my door, insisting I go out. 

They don't understand the heart of a true homebody! I'm not going out!

Chapter 1 If I Had Known, I Wouldn’t Have...
Chapter 2 I Said I Wouldn’t Take Any...
Chapter 3 This Time, I Really Won’t Take...
Chapter 4 This Time, It’s Not a Death Escape
Chapter 5 Start Your Performance
Chapter 6 My Disciple’s Rebellion Has Begun
Chapter 7 Three Performers, One Stage
Chapter 8 Heartache to the Point of...
Chapter 9 One Day as a Teacher...
Chapter 10 Clam and Heron Struggle...
Chapter 11 Fools Have Their Own...
Chapter 12 It's Better to Keep the Vest Tight
Chapter 13 Plot Is Gradually Spiraling Out of Control
Chapter 14 See Who Drives Who Crazy
Chapter 15 Reunion Dinner
Chapter 16 Truths Revealed After...
Chapter 17 Surprised or Not?
Chapter 18 Isn’t It Good to Be Happy?
Chapter 19 Proper Use of Survival Guide
Chapter 20 Misunderstandings Abound
Chapter 21 Inheritance of Innocence
Chapter 22 Is It Not Enough That I'm...
Chapter 23 If I'm Dropping My Mask, It...
Chapter 24 Gaining from Misfortune
Chapter 25 First Release
Chapter 26
Chapter 27 No Reprinting
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35 First Release
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45

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