The four were very angry.
Although the four major sects had declined a lot in recent years, they were not a place where an ordinary person could just walk in.
So the four spoke in unison, revealing their impatience.
"Go away, get out of here!"
"Yes!"
The disciples responded and quickly retreated.
Soon, the disciples pushed the person out.
"Don't touch me, I'll leave by myself."
The person who was pushed out was Yi Feng. He was furious about being unceremoniously kicked out and yelled, "Tell your leaders that I gave you a chance today. It was you who didn't cherish it. In the future, you will definitely regret it."
After speaking, Yi Feng angrily left.
Humph.
Trash sect.
They're blind. How could they reject a promising talent like me?
If you don't want me, fine. I don't care.
After I complete the system tasks and can cultivate, I will definitely become famous throughout the land. At that time, I'll piss these bastards off so bad.
"Damn, this dog-day commoner still dares to be arrogant. Let me go beat him to death."
Hearing Yi Feng's vague yelling outside, Jian Hengtian, who was already in a bad mood, couldn't help but stand up and shout, "Forget it, he's just a commoner. The leader of a major sect arguing with a commoner, what's the point?" Li Canghai said impatiently.
"That's right, he's just a commoner making empty boasts. What can he possibly achieve in the future? There's no need to take it to heart." Yun Tianlong also advised.
"Look at how little backbone you have," Liu Guyi directly expressed disdain towards Jian Hengtian.
"None of your business!"
"Arguing with a commoner shows how little ability you have. You still want me to dress up in front of you? Disgusting!"
"Humph, I can't be bothered with you..."
Once again, arguing could be heard between Liu Guyi and Jian Hengtian inside the hall.
At this moment, after walking around Bai'er City, Yi Feng had tried the recruitment points of several sects.
But no sect dared to accept him.
"Sigh!"
"Is it really impossible to join a sect?"
Yi Feng's face was full of disappointment.
However, just as Yi Feng was wondering if he should just give up and be a good-for-nothing for the rest of his life, an abrupt voice came from the side.
"Young man, although your talent is poor, your state of mind is calm. With persistent sculpting, you can still be considered a talent. Do you want to join my Qingniu Sect?"
A scrawny old man was smiling at Yi Feng.
"Oh?" Yi Feng's eyes lit up.
Is this light appearing in the darkness?
But he remained vigilant, afraid of being cheated.
So he suppressed the excitement in his heart and gently asked, "Is your Qingniu Sect a cultivator's sect?"
"Of course."
The old man stood with hands behind his back, puffing out his chest slightly.
"Are you certified by authorities?" Yi Feng asked again.
"Naturally, an orthodox and reputable sect."
The old man said elegantly, "Moreover, my Qingniu Sect has a very impressive background. Our sect founder is the Martial King Powerhouse Wang Qingniu, who is quite famous."
"Martial King Powerhouse!"
Yi Feng couldn't help being shocked.
It sounds quite credible. And that Martial King title also sounds very impressive!
"May I ask who you are?"
Yi Feng asked softly again.
"I am the third Qingniu Sect leader, Zhu Shiguang!" The old man held his head high.
"So you're Sect Leader Zhu."
Yi Feng quickly bowed in greeting and tentatively asked, "I presume that Sect Leader Zhu is also quite powerful. May I ask if you've attained the Martial Spirit realm?"
Having said that, Yi Feng scrutinized Zhu Shiguang.
He knew that there's no free lunch and worried that he would be tricked into forced labor in an extremely weak sect.
So he naturally needed to get clear.
"This sect leader has just reached the Martial Spirit realm." Zhu Shiguang stood with hands behind his back, looking rather proud.
Hearing this, Yi Feng's eyes lit up instantly.
Back then, he had witnessed the might of a Martial Spirit expert in Nan Sha. Since Zhu Shiguang had reached the Martial Spirit realm, this sect should be quite good.
"So you also have a rough understanding of our sect. Do you have any interest in joining us?" Zhu Shiguang looked at Yi Feng and slowly asked.
"Sure, I'll join. Greetings to you, sect leader."
Yi Feng hurriedly saluted.
Upon hearing this, Zhu Shiguang raised an eyebrow, his face full of ecstasy.
Waah.
Thank heavens!
I finally managed to trick one.
At this moment, Zhu Shiguang's eyes directly moistened.
Because every sect in the Immortal River Continent had to meet various requirements to operate, not to mention the qualifications for founding a sect. Certified sects also needed annual assessments.
The assessment standards also varied according to their grades.
Sect grades ranged from one to nine, with first grade being the strongest and ninth grade the weakest.
For a ninth-grade sect, the minimum requirement was to maintain at least one hundred disciples within the sect, and attract at least ten fresh disciples every year.
In its heyday under the leadership of Martial King Powerhouse Wang Qingniu, my Qingniu Sect had developed into an eighth-grade sect.
But gradually declined and been demoted to ninth grade. Now the entire sect has only a few dozen people, and can't even maintain ninth grade, so we're facing dissolution soon.
That's why as the sect leader I came down the mountain myself to recruit.
Who knew the competition nowadays would be so intense that even disciples with a little talent could enter the Four Great Sects. As a small sect, we couldn't even get the soup.
So I could only trick some commoners to fill the quota.
What was even more vexing was that even the commoners were unwilling to join my declining Qingniu Sect. Since the locals were aware that we were facing dissolution soon.
Thankfully, heaven helps the earnest!
Now with Yi Feng, plus some relatives and friends, my Qingniu Sect should just meet the requirements for the upcoming sect assessment.
But I absolutely can't let this kid know about my sect's awkward situation, or he might run away. I know a few others I tricked earlier fled right after joining.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
