Super Sect System

"Did I make a mistake, come here again? The entry standard is already harsh enough, and the gravitational field fee is so high now, isn't it directly exterminating more possibilities for disciples? Is it possible that I will only accept rich people in the future? "

Although Wen Ping complained, the system remained indifferent. Instead, he said earnestly, "Host, you have to remember that there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world. It comes too easily, and a person will not know how to cherish it."

"It is true to say so, but once this rule is implemented, I am afraid that the Immortal Sect will not receive two disciples in a year, right? Let them know that the entrance fee of a thousand gold is just the beginning, who dares to join the Immortal Sect?"

"If you don't tell me, how would they know about this when they first joined the sect?"

"All with one mouth?"

Wen Ping was convinced, the system was all about making him use his eloquence to the extreme, and he didn't sell insurance or houses.

Of course, in the end he chose to accept this fact.

No matter how daunting this harsh condition is, it is not as desperate as when the Immortal Sect only had two people and one dog. Relatively speaking, the status quo of the Immortal Sect is indeed much better, at least one more big cultivator with 13 levels of body training.

I just don’t know how to feel when a disciple pays a thousand gold entry fee and finds out that daily practice also costs money?

Will he leave the Immortal Sect in a fit of anger?

The system seemed to have guessed his thoughts, and said: "The host doesn't have to worry, the attraction of the gravitational field to the body-refining realm is fatal. If it is placed in a 2-star or 3-star sect, it will be worth 100 gold." One day the gravity field will be overcrowded."

"Understood, I just need to remember that what you give me is the best, is that what you mean?"

"Um."

"Um—but I, the Immortal Sect, can't just take care of those rich people. Those who have no money, but have perseverance and dreams, they may not have such high talents, and they don't have so much money. They turned them away."

The system suddenly fell silent, "This... will lower the entry standard in the future, but the current Immortal Sect is not suitable for accepting people with low qualifications."

"It's not too bad. I thought you were a cold system." Wen Ping was very happy when the system let go.

From the beginning to the end, he never thought of making the Immortal Sect a sect that only allowed rich people to enter.

Practice should be the right that everyone should have.

After returning to Tingyu Pavilion, Wen Ping started to formulate new door rules. Considering that the Immortal Sect had been reborn, he wondered whether it would be unlucky to have a new beginning, new rules, and call the old name again.

It should be a more powerful name.

Against the Heaven Sect!

Lingyun Sword Sect!

True Martial Immortal Sect!

He liked all three.

But in the end he dismissed this idea, because it didn't conform to the sect's culture at first, and the word "immortal" was taken by his ancestors. This immortal sect is still his family, and the name of the family should not be changed too hastily.

At least now, you can't make such a hasty decision. You have to wait until the sect is promoted to 1 or 2 stars before deciding on the name of the sect you want.

Thinking of it very late, I fell asleep without knowing it.

When it was dawn, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

Pause for a while and knock for a while.

Wen Ping opened his sleepy eyes, squinted his eyes at the world outside the window, the mist was misty, although it was no longer dark, but it was not yet dawn, who would wake up at this time? he?

Immediately, he yelled annoyedly: "Who is it! The genius has just dawned, can't you wait to find me if there is anything you need?"

This kind of boredom and sullenness came out of nowhere, and he didn't know why, but he just felt very angry.

Just getting up like this, even if the beautiful maid from before came to wake him up, there would be no way for his beautiful face to erase the sullen anger of being woken up.

Of course, there are exceptions. When his father, who was taken away and whose whereabouts are unknown, told him to get up, he didn't dare to get up, because if he was angry, his father would dare to beat him up!

After thinking about who might be outside the house, Wen Ping walked over and opened the door after a long time.

Sure enough, as he thought, it was Yun Liao.

Today's Yun Liao is still the same as yesterday, with a personable demeanor, like a white-faced scholar. Wen Ping felt that he didn't have that fan as a weapon, otherwise, walking in Cangwu City, there would be many women who would give him secret glances.

Of course, Yun Liaoshuai couldn't offset his resentment.

He doesn't hate anything, not even the person who brought down the Immortal Sect, but he only hates two things. The first is the person who took away his parents. This is a family feud, and he can't forget it even if he wants to; The second is the person who woke him up from his dream.

The hatred brought to him by the latter is like the rivers and lakes, endless.

Naturally, Yun Liao also saw Wen Ping's displeased face, so he could only smile and bow slightly, and then apologized, "Sect Master Wen, please don't take offense if you take the liberty to bother me."

"Can I be blamed, tell me something quickly." When Wen Ping said this, the anger on his face was very obvious, but he still controlled the anger of getting up.

There is no way, this is the teaching elder who I managed to get.

You can't scold him away on the first day because of a trivial matter, right?

Yun Liao said: "It's like this. I just went to Longzhen to practice, but there was a force blocking my progress. I asked Uncle Wang, but he didn't know why, so I had to come here. Wake up Sect Master Wen."

"How dare you come to me after being scolded by Uncle Wang?"

"Uncle Wang was also a little tempered early in the morning, just like Sect Master Wen. I didn't expect that."

Yun Liao didn't want to come to Wen Ping so early, because Uncle Wang had warned him that if Wen Ping was woken up, Wen Ping might throw a knife at him.

But he didn't know what to do if he didn't come to Wen Ping, the dragon formation suddenly created a restriction, blocking him out.

When standing outside the dragon formation, his mood had never been so complicated.

It's like the feeling when someone dangled candy in front of his eyes when he was a child, but he never gave it to him.

In desperation, he had no choice but to knock on the door of Wen Ping's room at dawn.

Wen Ping didn't rush to answer, but asked the system silently in his heart, "System, what's going on?"

"Because he hasn't paid yet."

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple."

Wen Ping nodded knowingly, took a deep breath, tried to relieve the anger in his heart, and said to Yun Liao: "Wait for me, I'll go get dressed, and take care of my emotions and clear my head."

Then Wen Pingyou added, "I've been a little angry about getting up since I was a child, don't wake me up so early next time, or I'll be really angry."

Yun Liao asked a little puzzled: "Wake up?"

He had never heard these three words before.

Wen Ping explained: "It's just that I feel inexplicably bored and angry when I wake up, just wait for a while."