A few days later.
Yi Feng frowned worriedly.
"This useless system has tricked me again!"
Yi Feng cursed as he spoke. This was because although he had distributed flyers several days ago, still no one had come to apprentice under him.
However, fortunately the sects in Dongsheng were not like those in North Sea. There were many more disciples who could cultivate here.
Every few years, the Sect Alliance would organize an admission ceremony for new disciples.
The admission ceremony was essentially for recruiting disciples.
It would be jointly organized by the Sect Alliance in a certain location. Disciples who met the cultivation requirements would become candidates for selection.
Then the various major sects could choose suitable disciples to join their own sects from among the candidates.
And Yi Feng received notice that his Heaven and Earth Sect also had a quota to select one disciple.
This was a benefit granted by the Sect Alliance. After all, his Heaven and Earth Sect was still a ninth grade sect recognized by the Sect Alliance.
Immediately,
Yi Feng set off with Qing Huan Xiang.
After all,
He couldn't let such a free disciple slip by!
And this admission ceremony was being held in Nansha. Yi Feng rode his flying sword, carrying Qing Huan Xiang just above the ground as they flew towards Nansha.
A few days later, the two arrived in Nansha.
Of course,
Yi Feng's flying sword could actually go much faster. But just after leaving Pingjiang, the two of them had almost crashed into a tree. Only then did Yi Feng reduce the speed.
Even so, the wind blowing towards them the whole way still gave them a headache.
By the time the two arrived at the ceremony, the admission ceremony was already nearing its end. The high-level sects had already left with their genius disciples.
The ones remaining on the field were only some eighth and ninth grade sects.
And the undisciplined disciples left over had warped and flawed aptitudes.
Of course,
even the sect leaders of these eighth and ninth grade sects looked to have profound depth and an imposing manner.
Yi Feng stood alongside these eighth and ninth grade sect leaders according to his quota.
With his back straight, he also had quite the air of a sect leader.
However,
he was extremely nervous inside.
A useless mortal like him pretending to be a cultivator participating in an occasion like this, it really was very difficult!
One had to know, the people here were not empty shells like him, but real masters.
He had even seen horrifying martial spirits among them!
"Old Qing, although I am very powerful, we must keep a low profile and absolutely not cause any trouble, understand?"
Yi Feng quietly instructed Qing Huan Xiang seriously beside him.
"Yes, Master."
Qing Huan Xiang respectfully nodded.
Hearing this, Yi Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.
As time passed, the eighth grade sects finished selecting their disciples. Next up were their ninth grade sects.
"I, Tianyue Sect, want that disciple. None of you have any objections, right?"
A middle-aged man stepped out and looked at one of the disciples in brocaded robes.
"Hmph, my Motian Sect also wants him."
Another old man stepped out and competed for the disciple.
"Hmph, are you sure you want to oppose my Tianyue Sect?" The man spoke deeply.
"Does my Motian Sect fear you?"
The old man retorted.
"Then let's compete!"
The middle-aged man slapped out a palm at the old man, and the two immediately fell into battle.
Although the remaining disciples were all the dregs filtered out by the other sects, they were still decent saplings for these ninth grade sects.
This battle ultimately ended in Tianyue Sect's victory.
After these two sects, several more began vying for disciples.
As for Yi Feng,
he just stood there expressionlessly the entire time.
Go ahead and snatch them, snatch away fiercely.
Anyway I won't get involved. Leaving just one for me will be fine.
After all, if he provoked one of the sects, his Heaven and Earth Sect would not be able to withstand them.
However, after two hours, all the disciples on the field had been completely chosen, not a single one remaining.
Yi Feng's face was black as ink.
Why did he make a wasted trip?
What should he do now?
He couldn't help but turn his gaze towards an old man beside him.
This old man was the sect master of Nine Heavens Sect. As they had been established for a long time, they had many quotas and had selected many disciples.
"Erm, brother, I am the sect master of Heaven and Earth Sect. I've come from afar, but haven't managed to obtain a single disciple. So I wonder if we could discuss you letting one of yours go to me?" Yi Feng spoke with a smiling face.
"Little brother, we all have it hard. You really are quite pitiful. Since it's like this, I'll let you have one of mine!"
The Nine Heavens Sect elder readily agreed upon hearing this.
After all, the few he had selected were all warped and flawed. Giving away one wasn't a big deal.
Thus,
from among this group of warped and flawed disciples, he picked out the most inferior female disciple and gave her to Yi Feng.
Yi Feng looked at this female disciple.
She had an aloof, alluring appearance and exquisite features.
Her figure was even more outstanding, tall and...perky. She also had a unique temperament about her.
Clearly,
in the eyes of most cultivators, talent was everything. Even if she was beautiful, without talent she was expendable.
Yi Feng quickly used the system to assess her.
Oh my.
Damn it, ordinary aptitude.
This made Yi Feng happily satisfied.
As expected of a disciple selected by the Sect Alliance. Even the most inferior had ordinary aptitude. The system was too lazy to even assess those slightly better disciples!
This was much better than those old men and women in Pingjiang City.
I've written two and a half pages tonight, but deleted two and a half pages because I wasn't satisfied. Damn, this is really difficult!
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?!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.
