system's super sect

"Did you make a mistake and do this again? The standards for joining the sect are already harsh enough. Now that the gravity field charges are so high, doesn't it directly eliminate more possibilities for disciples? Is it possible that I will only accept rich people in the future?

"

Although Wen Ping complained, the system was always indifferent. Instead, he said earnestly: "Host, you have to remember that there is no free lunch in the world. It comes too easily and makes a person not know how to cherish it."

"That's true, but once this rule is implemented, I'm afraid the Immortal Sect won't be able to accept two disciples a year, right? Let them know that the entrance fee of a thousand gold is just the beginning, who will dare to join the Immortal Sect?"

"If you didn't tell me, how could they have known about this when they first joined the sect."

"All by one mouth?"

Wen Ping was finally convinced. The system just wanted him to maximize his eloquence. He was not selling insurance or houses.

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

No matter how daunting these harsh conditions are, they are not as disappointing as when the Immortal Sect only had two people and one dog. Relatively speaking, the current situation of the Immortal Sect is indeed much better, with at least one more great monk at the 13th level of body refining.

I just don’t know how a disciple would feel when he paid a thousand gold as an entrance fee and then found that daily practice also costs money.

Will he just leave the Immortal Sect in anger?

The system seemed to have guessed his thoughts and said: "Don't worry, the host. The gravity field is fatal to the body refining realm. If you put it in a 2-star or 3-star sect, even if it is 100 gold

The gravity field will also be overcrowded one day.”

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

"Um."

"Um - but our 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 don't have so much money. Wouldn't they take care of them?

They turned them away."

The system suddenly became silent, "This... the entry standards will be lowered in the future, but the current Immortal Sect is not suitable for accepting people with low qualifications."

"That's pretty much it. I thought you were just a cold system." The system relented, and Wen Ping was quite happy.

From the beginning to the end, he never thought about making the Immortal Sect a sect that could only let rich people in.

Cultivation should be a right that everyone should have.

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

It should be given a more powerful name.

The Heaven-defying Sect!

Lingyun Sword Sect!

Zhenwu Immortal Sect!

He quite liked all three.

But in the end, he gave up this idea. It was not in line with the sect's culture. The word Immortal was given by his ancestors. This Immortal Sect is still his home, and the name of the family cannot be changed too hastily.

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

Thinking that it was very late, I fell asleep unconsciously.

As soon as it was dawn, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Stop for a while and knock again.

Wen Ping opened his sleepy eyes and squinted at the world outside the window. The white mist was misty. Although there was no darkness, it was not yet the dawn. Who could wake him up at this time without opening his eyes?

he?

Suddenly he shouted in annoyance: "Who is it! The genius has just dawned. If you have anything to do, can't you come to me later?"

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

He was so angry when he got up now, even if the beautiful maid from before came to wake him up, her beautiful face could not erase his irritation at being woken up.

Of course, there were exceptions. When his father, who had been taken away and whose whereabouts were unknown, asked him to get up, he did not dare to get angry because if he got angry, his father would beat him up!

After running through his mind about who might be outside the house, Wen Ping walked over and opened the door for a long time.

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

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

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

He hates nothing, 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 took away his parents.

The second is the person who woke him up from his dream.

The hatred that the latter brought to him was like the rivers and lakes, endless.

Yun Liao naturally saw Wen Ping's unhappy expression. He could only smile and bow slightly, then apologized, "Sect Master Wen, please don't take offense at the intrusion."

"Can I blame you? If you have anything to say, please tell me." When he said this, the anger on Wen Ping's face was very obvious, but he still controlled his anger.

There is no way, this is the teaching elder that I got with great difficulty.

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

Yun Liao said: "It's like this. I just went to the Dragon Formation to prepare for practice, but there was a force blocking my way. I asked Uncle Wang, but he didn't know why, so I had to come

Wake up Sect Master Wen."

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

"Uncle Wang also had a bad temper early in the morning, just like Sect Master Wen. This was something I didn't expect."

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

But he didn't come to Wen Ping and didn't know what to do. The dragon formation suddenly created a restriction and blocked him out.

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

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

In desperation, he could only knock on Wen Ping's room door at dawn.

Wen Ping did not answer in a hurry, but silently asked the system 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 understandingly, took a deep breath, tried to relieve the anger in his heart, and said to Yun Liao: "Wait for me, I'll get dressed, sort out my emotions, and clear my head."

Wen Ping then added, "I've been a bit angry when I wake up since I was a child. Don't wake me up so early next time, otherwise I will be really angry."

Yun Liao asked with some confusion: "Are you angry when you wake up?"

He had never heard these three words before.

Wen Ping explained: "I just feel inexplicably bored and angry when I wake up. I just need to calm down for a while."