After the Ye Family banquet ended.
Chang'an welcomed a period of calm, much like before.
Ye Wangchuan, having advanced from zero to the mid-stage of the first level in just half a day, became famous overnight. His sudden rise shocked everyone in Chang'an.
However, Ye Wangchuan himself was indifferent to the fame.
He chose to seclude himself at home, adapting to the strength of the mid-first level and modifying his combat style.
After all, his cultivation had indeed risen too quickly.
Meanwhile, he dispatched a large number of female guards to watch over Li Luo around the clock.
He was worried that Li Luo might stumble upon some fortuitous opportunity that he would miss.
But after several days, Li Luo was surprisingly peaceful.
She was merely catching up on the knowledge she had missed over the past eighteen years at the Li Family's school, to better understand the world.
After all, her system needed to get close to Ye Wangchuan to maximize benefits.
In Ye Wangchuan's absence, the system didn't even offer a choice of missions.
The two thus maintained a tacit calm.
Time flew by in the blink of an eye.
Two weeks had passed since the Ye Family banquet incident.
And today was also the day of the grand assembly for the sects to recruit disciples.
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Ye Family.
"Old man, a bunch of people from the sects have come to the city center to recruit disciples. I plan to go take a look," Ye Wangchuan said indifferently.
Beside him, Ye Zhentian lay on a wooden chair, reading the newspaper and sipping tea, and spoke with confusion.
"Sects are places for ordinary people. They lack cultivation resources, backing, and martial arts secrets."
"Therefore, joining a sect means providing strength in exchange for resources, backing, and secrets. But at the same time, because of their ties to the sect, they can't act recklessly and provoke enemies."
"You have no lack of resources, backing, or secrets here in the Ye Family. So why waste your advantages by going to a sect?"
Ye Zhentian's confusion was entirely reasonable.
Ye Wangchuan thought for a moment and brought out a prepared excuse.
"If I just stay in the Ye Family like this, it's too smooth and uninteresting. I want to go out and experience the world."
Ye Zhentian scoffed disdainfully, "Hmph, you want to play the fool to catch the wise, revealing your Ye Family identity to shock others when they attack you?"
"Only a fool would do that!"
"If you really want to experience, I'll throw you into my legacy right now and let you truly experience it!"
Ye Wangchuan twitched the corner of his mouth.
Damn!
This old guy, he knows too much. He even knows about playing the fool to catch the wise.
Ye Wangchuan's earlier words were not meant for such foolish acts.
Instead, from his memories of reading novels in his previous life.
At such sect recruitment assemblies, there's usually a reclusive master who hosts a special sect to recruit his final disciple.
And the child of destiny would just happen to choose this master's sect.
As the last disciple of this master, the child of destiny would immediately receive all sorts of top-notch care and cultivation, soaring on the spot!
Ye Wangchuan was going this time to see if he could intercept such a sect.
After all, Tang San had died, and it wasn't impossible for another child of destiny to appear in Chang'an.
Just as Ye Wangchuan was preparing another reason to persuade Ye Zhentian.
"Of course, if you really want to join a sect, it's not impossible," Ye Zhentian said as he sat up and stretched his shoulders.
"After you choose a sect, I will uproot that sect's holy land and move it next to the Ye Family."
"That way, you can receive training from both the sect and the Ye Family."
As Ye Zhentian spoke, he tossed a black token to Ye Wangchuan.
Catching the token, Ye Wangchuan displayed a speechless expression and asked, "Old man, are you just unable to bear me leaving Chang'an City, worried you won't see me?"
"Not at all!!!"
...
In the city center.
A massive circular stone platform with a radius of five kilometers floated in the air.
Additionally, the bottom of this circular platform emitted sunlight to prevent shadows from forming below.
One stone step after another floated down from above to the ground.
Following the stone steps, Ye Wangchuan arrived at the sect recruitment site.
The scene was bustling with activity.
Although the number of people wasn't as high as the millions at the Heaven Rank opening, there were still hundreds of thousands.
This was because the recruitment fair lasted two weeks, so there was no rush for people to come.
Ye Wangchuan looked around.
The platform was divided into six areas.
These six areas represented six different disciplines:
Martial cultivation, magical cultivation, medical cultivation, alchemy, talisman crafting, and artifact crafting.
Ye Wangchuan immediately ruled out the last four disciplines.
These four disciplines were more supportive in nature, and their combat abilities were not as strong as those of martial or magical cultivators.
Naturally, Ye Wangchuan wouldn't let himself be without combat capabilities.
So, he turned his attention to martial and magical cultivation.
One focused on martial skills, the other on mystical powers.
"Hmm... I should choose martial cultivation."
After a moment of thought, Ye Wangchuan decided to pursue martial cultivation.
After all, he had practiced with the spear for so long; it couldn't be for nothing.
Moreover, swords were also included in martial cultivation, so there would definitely be more chosen ones of martial destiny.
It would be easier for him to find a hidden master's sect in the martial cultivation area.
...
On the plaza of the recruitment fair, the inconspicuous Li Luo frowned and looked towards the martial cultivation area.
"Did Ye Wangchuan just go over there?"
After a moment of thought, Li Luo decisively decided to follow.
Actually, Li Luo wasn't planning to join a sect.
After all, she was from the Li Family and naturally didn't lack resources.
So, there was no need for her to join a sect.
But...
"If Ye Wangchuan joins a sect, I must join the corresponding sect!"
Li Luo thought to herself.
All her previous conclusions were based on the assumption that Ye Wangchuan would stay in Chang'an if he didn't join a sect.
But if Ye Wangchuan were to leave Chang'an, then...
No matter where Ye Wangchuan went, Li Luo had to follow!
There was no helping it.
Without following Ye Wangchuan, she wouldn't get any system rewards!
Practicing alone, just reaching the first level would take at least a year and a half.
Without Ye Wangchuan, she hadn't even triggered a system-selected mission.
So, she had to take advantage of Ye Wangchuan to accumulate enough antagonist sentiment points.
Li Luo tightened her coat and cheongsam and walked into the martial cultivation area.
...
"Hmm..."
Ye Wangchuan looked around.
The sect recruitment was serious yet casual.
The entire martial cultivation area was like a marketplace.
The recruitment agents from various sects set up their stalls, placing a cloth on which they wrote their recruitment requirements with a brush.
For instance, on the left...
Ye Wangchuan looked to the left and saw a stall where the hanging cloth read:
【Sword Dance Sect】
【Sect's Martial Arts Characteristics: The sword techniques are graceful, as if dancing, possessing strong aesthetic appeal.】
【Recruitment Standards: Those with innate talent of 60th rank and above do not need an evaluation and can join directly. Those with innate talent of 34th rank and above should come to the stall to explain their situation.】
【Benefits: Outer sect disciples receive approximately 28 to 150 silver coins per month for cultivation resources, further discussions for inner sect disciples.】
There were quite a number of people there.
However, Ye Wangchuan was not very fond of such effeminate sects.
He turned his head to look at other stalls.
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.”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
