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!
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
