"Ding, the strongest sect system in history has successfully upgraded!" (When you open the first page, please set your mind aside)

"Damn, system, you finally upgraded!"

Su Bai leaped up like a carp and spat out the dogtail grass he had been chewing on.

He had been in this world for three days, waiting for the system to load for three days!

Soon, a transparent system screen appeared before Su Bai's eyes.

[Host]

Name: Su Bai

Age: 18

Realm: Mortal

A quick look at "pawread.com" will leave you more fulfilled.

Items: 20 Wen

[Sect Information]

Sect Name: Heavenly Dao Sect

Sect Level: 0-Star

Sect Members: 1

Sect Territory: 100 meters in radius (Host is absolutely invincible within the territory)

Sect Building: One dilapidated thatched hut (Sect Main Hall)

Sect Assets: 0

Sect Points: 0

1-Star Sect Upgrade Condition: Recruit one disciple (must kowtow and acknowledge the master in front of the sect main hall)

Task: Please upgrade to a 1-Star Sect as soon as possible, reward: one Immortal Arts Pavilion

Host Feedback: Host's strength is ten times the sum of all sect disciples

.........

"Recruit one disciple? And they need to acknowledge the master in front of the main hall?"

With a flash, Su Bai appeared in front of a shabby thatched hut. On the door of the hut hung a plaque with the words "Heavenly Dao Sect" carved on it.

Moreover, the Heavenly Dao Sect was on such a barren little hill, with nothing but dogtail grass.

Buddy, with these conditions, can I even recruit a disciple?

Which immortal sect's main hall isn't magnificent?

Which immortal sect's mountain isn't shrouded in mist, exuding an immortal aura?

Leave a good picture, every disciple will need one in the future.

Isn't this just mocking me?

Su Bai muttered to himself.

But, complaints aside, the sect still needs to be upgraded, the task still needs to be done, and disciples still need to be recruited.

An hour later, Su Bai appeared at the "talent market" in Yunshui City, a dozen miles away.

Of course, in this world, it's not called a talent market, but the Hundred Sects Gathering.

The so-called Hundred Sects Gathering is where all the nearby sects and forces gather to recruit disciples, aiming to increase efficiency.

There are many such Hundred Sects Gatherings on the continent, and naturally, Su Bai went to the one closest to him.

.........

Yunshui City, Soaring Heavens Sect branch.

"Your formal disciple assessment did not pass, try again in half a year!"

A cold voice echoed in the small room. Zhuge Feng looked up at the middle-aged man in front of the desk, who didn't even glance at him, and said directly, "Next!"

"Deacon Wang, I was first in all six tests of the Soaring Heavens Sect, why didn't I pass?"

"Senior Brother Gan failed all, why did he pass?" Zhuge Feng asked unwillingly.

The middle-aged man known as Deacon Wang turned back and glanced at him, "Why? Do you have a Foundation Establishment elder as a father like him?"

Zhuge Feng was speechless, then asked, "What about Junior Brother Han? His scores were much lower than mine, why did he pass?"

Deacon Wang chuckled, "Do you have three hundred taels of silver like him?"

"......."

He had scraped together everything he had, going broke to exchange for two hundred taels of silver, paying half a year's servant fees to the Soaring Heavens Sect, and now he didn't have a single coin left.

Deacon Wang shook his head mockingly and continued, "If you don't have money, either wait for the next assessment in half a year or get lost!"

"But... but my talent and comprehension are better than others, even..." Zhuge Feng tried to argue.

"Heh!"

Deacon Wang sneered disdainfully, interrupting him, "This world is never short of self-proclaimed geniuses like you!"

"Not to mention formal disciples, even your servant position is eyed by at least eighty to a hundred people. If you don't want it, plenty of others do!"

Hearing this, Zhuge Feng fell silent, his fists clenched tightly, nails digging into his palms without him noticing.

After a while, he released his fists, turned, and pushed the door open to leave.

"Just a nobody, really thinks he's a genius?" Deacon Wang's muttering voice sounded behind him.

Outside the door, a long line of young boys and girls were nervously waiting to see if they would pass.

Becoming a formal disciple of the Soaring Heavens Sect would grant them the qualification to learn Immortal Arts. Although it required a lot of silver to purchase, it was Immortal Art!

If they succeeded in their cultivation, they could become immortals who could summon wind and rain!

These were all children from ordinary families, many of whom had bankrupted their families just for the chance to enter the Soaring Heavens Sect.

Therefore, they were full of hope, just like Zhuge Feng before, hoping for the day they could become immortals.

Zhuge Feng didn't know what to say. Should he tell them that passing the formal assessment was flat-out impossible?

Tell them that the spots were pre-determined and the so-called assessment was just for show?

Those who could pass the assessment were watching the spectacle from the side!

Under a tree not far away, a few well-dressed young men and women leaned against it, mocking the line of people waiting.

Senior Brother Gan, Junior Brother Han, Junior Sister Liu...

They didn't need to wait to see if they would pass because they already knew the results before the assessment.

"Sigh!"

Resentment, injustice, indignation, helplessness... various emotions filled Zhuge Feng's chest, ultimately turning into a light sigh.

Could he demand that Deacon Wang, at the Qi Refining Peak, let him pass?

He was just an ordinary person without power or influence, an insignificant person in a vast world, how could he fight against a cultivator?

How could he reason with a powerful sect?

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Proofreader: Peter Pan