Recruiting Disciples

The current Sanqing Sect has already achieved self-sufficiency, while also having quite abundant surplus money.

This time, it had hoodwinked over 30 disciples to join the sect. No, it should be recruited, just the methods were different.

In the room, Tang Xiaoyu was holding a pen to calculate the current finances of the sect.

"Hmm~ we can recruit another 50 people to do work, no, it should be another 50 disciples to nurture."

After confirming the idea, it was time for action. This time, he wanted to personally assess them.

He called Tang Xiaoyan over, "Xiaoyan! I have decided to open the mountain gate to recruit disciples in 10 days. You go spread the good news."

He thought for a moment and added, "Don't publicize it in Qingcheng, no one would probably come anyway. You go check out the few nearby cities."

"Alright! But don't get your hopes up too much, eldest brother."

Tang Xiaoyu took a deep breath, "I can bear it. You just spread the news."

"Yes."

10 days later, facing the sparse crowd, Tang Xiaoyu was speechless.

He had originally wanted to test them, but in the end, there were only a dozen or so people who signed up. And after hearing about the reputation of the Sanqing Sect, they all wanted to leave.

It was only under the threats of Tang Xiaoyan that they reluctantly stood here.

Their only thought was: Don't pick me.

Tang Xiaoyu dispiritedly said, "Those surnamed Lin, Xiao, Ye, Long, and Tang stay. The rest can leave."

Immediately, there were sounds of wailing below, but no one left.

"Xiaoyan, why aren't those not picked leaving?"

Tang Xiaoyan awkwardly said, "They matched your criteria."

Tang Xiaoyu was speechless: "Uh~ then go help them register."

"Yes."

The lodging and meals were still not bad in the Sanqing Sect. After a few days, these people stopped complaining and obediently followed to work and cultivate.

Seeing the diligent new disciples, Tang Xiaoyu nodded satisfactory: "There's nothing sugar-coated ammunition can't solve."

At this time, Zhou Ruiqing walked over, "Sect Master, Tianxuan Sect sent a message for us to participate in their disciple recruitment ceremony."

Tang Xiaoyu was unhappy, "Is there so much fuss just to take in a disciple?"

"No! Sect Master, taking in disciples is secondary. Appointing the Eldest Senior Brother is the focus."

"Every peak has an Eldest Senior Brother in a sect, what's so special about that?"

"They're appointing the Sect's Eldest Senior Brother."

Tang Xiaoyu asked, "Is it like appointing a Holy Son?"

"Same idea, also to announce the successor."

"Then I understand, meaning we still have to prepare a big gift!"

"That's not the focus either."

"Then what is?"

"The focus is Tianxuan Sect using this opportunity to inspect the strength of subordinate sects, and eliminate unqualified ones along the way."

"Tianxuan Sect has quite a wide jurisdiction!"

"They are eliminating all sects within their sphere of influence, leaving only themselves. You don't find that wide jurisdiction?"

"Similarly, they are also governed by the Holy Land, just like the imperial court's hierarchy of management. Relying on one sect to handle such a large area is beyond their capacity anyway."

Tang Xiaoyu expressed understanding: "Using the analogy of when a village encounters a demonic beast, it's impossible to travel tens of thousands of miles to seek help."

"What is the jurisdiction area of our sect then?"

"Just Qingcheng and its outskirts."

Tang Xiaoyu was very satisfied: "Elder Zhou, we must protect the commoners within our jurisdiction. We absolutely cannot let demonic beasts or evil things harm them."

Qingcheng commoners: You guys are the biggest threat.

Zhou Ruiqing guaranteed: "Please be at ease Sect Master, I've protected this place for over 100 years without any issues."

Qingcheng commoners: The issues were all created by you!

Tang Xiaoyu satisfiedly nodded: "Very good, keep it up. Let's discuss the escort gifts and which disciples will accompany me to Tianxuan Sect."

Zhou Ruiqing said: "At least 10 disciples have to follow the Sect Master. As for candidates, the Sect Master should be very clear already."

Tang Xiaoyu clutched his forehead: "That's exactly why I have a headache!"

"What about the escort gift?"

"It seems our sect doesn't have anything to give."

Tang Xiaoyu pondered: "Then I'll go seek a peace talisman from Tianzun to send!"

"Do you think that's realistic?"

"That's why I need you to draw one, then I'll kowtow a few times to Tianzun before bringing it back. Wouldn't that count as seeking it from him?"

"That doesn't seem right..."

"What's not right? A talisman that Tianzun has seen, bringing fortune for them in eight lifetimes by giving it to them."

Zhou Ruiqing still wanted to say something but Tang Xiaoyu interrupted: "Elder Zhou, do you know what kind of existence Saints are?"

"Should be someone more powerful than Immortals."

Tang Xiaoyu sneered: "Below Saints, all are ants. Do you understand what this means?"

Zhou Ruiqing said: "Cultivators see mortals as ants."

"Wrong. One is interpreting strength, one is despising life."

"Immortals also have ranks of three, six, nine tiers: Human Immortal, Earth Immortal, Heaven Immortal, Profound Immortal, Golden Immortal, Mahoraga Golden Immortal."

"I'm not too clear on specifics, but that's the general gist."

"Above that is quasi-Saints and Saints.

"For quasi-Saints to defeat Saints, there is absolutely no possibility, remember it's absolutely zero chance, not just no chance."

"That's why it's said below Saints, all are ants."

"Do you think it's still fine for me to gift like this now?"

Zhou Ruiqing swallowed, "No good, extremely bad. We'd be blaspheming Saints by going, we're giving them face, gifting is unnecessary."

Tang Xiaoyu weakly said: "It doesn't seem right to visit empty-handed? That violates etiquette."

"Then what should we gift?"

The two discussed the gift matter for half a day.

"Let's not overthink it anymore. When we get there, just see what others gift and we'll copy it. I refuse to believe there is a more pathetic sect than ours."

Zhou Ruiqing shrank his neck in silence, because among third rate sects, theirs was the worse.

The next day at Sanqing Sect's square, Tang Xiaoyu gazed upon his peasant-like disciples before inwardly speechless.

"Those named remain behind, others go about your business."

"Tang Xiaoyan, Little Ling'er, Xiao Lan, Shi Tou, Gou Zi, Tie Dan, Xiao Hua, Xiao Xue, Zhuzi, Gou Sheng." You 10 stay behind.

When reciting these names internally, Tang Xiaoyu was injured: [Is this a sect? More like a village school! Look at other sects, Xiao Chenfeng, Wang Ziyan, Liu Yu, Wei Keke. So classy.]

[Then look at mine - leaving Xiaoyan aside, the men are either beasts or objects, the women all have 'xiao' for small ahead.]

[In competitions, what would other sects think hearing Sanqing Sect's Tie Dan, Sanqing Sect's Gou Sheng, or Sanqing Sect's Gou Zi!? Is that pleasant??]

Such stomach-sneering mentally, but this cruel reality was before his eyes, so he could only clench his teeth and press on.

After glancing at everyone's dressing, Tang Xiaoyu determined to produce some standardized sect attires.

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