"Is there a mistake? You are pulling this trick again? The recruitment standard is already tough enough. Now, you are even charging such a high price to use the gravity field? Arenât you directly squashing the possibility of me recruiting disciples? Donât tell me that I can only look for rich people to join the sect in the future."
Despite Wen Pingâs complaints, the system was still as indifferent as before. It even spoke solemnly, "Host, you have to remember that thereâs no free lunch in the world. If things come too easy, people wonât know how to cherish it."
"Although your words are logical, once I implement this rule, Iâm afraid that the Immortal Sect probably wonât even be able to accept two disciples in a single year. After letting them know that the entry requirement, which is 1,000 gold coins, is just the beginning, who would still dare to join the Immortal Sect?"
"If you donât say it, how would they know?"
"A single mouth is all that is needed to spread the information, no?"
Wen Ping could be considered convinced. The system completely wanted him to unleash his gift of gab to the maximum. But... he wasnât an insurance or property agent!
Ultimately, he still chose to accept this reality.
Even if this harsh condition caused people to flinch, it was still not as despairing as the Immortal Sect only having two humans and a dog remaining. Comparatively, the current situation of the Immortal Sect was indeed much better than before. At the very least, they had a major expert on the thirteenth level of the Body Refinement Realm.
It was just that he didnât know what the disciples would think after learning that they had to pay more money for daily cultivation even after paying the entrance fee of 1,000 gold coins.
Would they directly leave the Immortal Sect in a fit of rage?
As though the system had seen through his thoughts, it said, "Host, you donât have to be worried. The attraction provided by the gravity field is something âfatalâ to cultivators at the Body Refinement Realm. If you placed this in a 2-stars or 3-stars sect, even if you charged 100 gold per day, the number of people queuing up to use the gravity field would definitely cause the entire place to be packed."
"Understood. I only need to remember that what you give me will always be the best. Is this correct?"
"Mn."
"Eh...but itâs impossible for my Immortal Sect to only care for wealthy people, right? What about those people who have no money but have willpower and dreams? They might not have such high talent and wouldnât have much money. By doing so, wouldnât it be equal to me rejecting them?"
The system suddenly fell silent. "This... In the future, Iâll lower the requirement. But right now, the Immortal Sect isnât suitable to recruit people with inferior aptitudes."
"Alright, thatâs not too bad. I initially assumed that you are a system with an ice-cold heart." Wen Ping was quite happy with the systemâs compromise.
From the start, he had never thought about making the Immortal Sect into a sect where only the rich could join.
Cultivation should be a right everyone ought to have.
After returning to the Rain Listening Pavilion, Wen Ping began to work on the formulation of new sect rules. After considering the fact that the Immortal Sect had shed its past and transformed completely, he was wondering whether it would be a little unlucky to stick with the old name of the sect, âImmortal Sectâ, since there was a new beginning with new sect rules.
He should think of a more imposing name.
Heaven Defying Sect!
Towering Cloud Sect!
True Martial Immortal Sect!
He was still pretty fond of these three.
However, he ultimately still chose to abolish this idea. Firstly, it wouldnât fit the âcultureâ of the sect. Secondly, the word âImmortalâ was something his ancestors had chosen. This Immortal Sect was also his home, and the name of oneâs home naturally couldnât be changed casually.
At the very least, he couldnât decide things so soon. Maybe he would decide the name again after the sect reached 1-star or 2-stars in the future.
He thought about things until very late before he subconsciously slipped into the dreamland.
This sleep lasted all the way until the next day. But suddenly, the sounds of knocking rang out from outside his door.
The knocking paused for a moment and continued.
Feeling irritated, Wen Ping opened his sleepy eyes and glanced at the world outside the windows. Mist covered the area. Although it wasnât so bad to the extent where he couldnât see his five fingers if he stretched out his hands, the light from the sun hadnât fully appeared yet. Which foolish person actually dared to come and disturb him at such a time?
A moment later, he called out with some annoyance, "Who is it? Dawn has just broken. If you have something on, canât you look for me a little later?"
The feeling of annoyance and anger seemingly generated from nothing. He didnât know why, but he just felt very angry.
This must be the so-called morning grumpiness. Even if it was the beautiful maid who had woken him up in the past, her beautiful face also couldnât alleviate the morning grumpiness he felt.
Naturally, there were exceptions. In front of his father, who had been brought away by someone and was currently missing, he wouldnât dare to show any morning grumpiness at all. This was because once he did so, his father would definitely beat him up.
He ran through the possibilities of who would be the person outside the door in his mind. It was only after a long time did Wen Ping walk over to open the door.
As expected, it was Yun Liao.
The Yun Liao today was the same as yesterday, exuding a graceful and elegant aura like a fair-faced scholar. Wen Ping felt that if it wasnât for the fact that Yun Liao didnât have a paper fan in his hand, it would be unknown how many girls in Cangwu City would fall for him.
Naturally, Yun Liaoâs good looks didnât do anything to dispel Wen Pingâs resentment.
He didnât hate anything, not even the person who had destroyed the Immortal Sect. He only hated two things. Number one, the person who had brought his parents away. This was a family vendetta, so he wouldnât be able to forget it even if he wanted to. Number two, people who woke him up from his sleep.
The hatred he felt for the second case was like waves of a surging river, flowing continuously.
Naturally, Yun Liao also saw Wen Pingâs unhappy expression. With regard to this, he could only smile apologetically and bow slightly. "Sect Leader Wen, Iâm sorry for disturbing you. Please donât take this to heart."
"How can I blame you for something like this? Speak if you have a matter on your mind." When Wen Ping spoke, the anger on his face was apparent. However, he still managed to control his morning grumpiness.
There were no solutions. It wasnât easy for him to finally recruit an elder that was also an instructor.
He couldnât possibly curse Yun Liao until he left just after one day over a minor matter, right?
Yun Liao spoke, "Itâs like this. I just went to the dragon formation and was preparing to cultivate, but a source of energy was blocking me from entering. I checked with Uncle Wang, but he has no idea what is going on either. So, I can only come here to wake Sect Leader Wen up."
"After being scolded by Uncle Wang, you still dare to look for me?"
"Uncle Wangâs temper is also a little great during the morning, similar to Sect Leader Wen. This is something I didnât expect."
Yun Liao basically didnât want to look for Wen Ping this early because Uncle Wang had warned him that if he did so, Wen Ping might throw a knife at him.
However, he didnât know what to do if he didnât look for Wen Ping. The dragon formation suddenly had a restriction that blocked him outside.
As he stood outside the dragon formation, his emotions had never been so complicated before.
It was like when he was young, someone took a piece of candy and swayed it before his eyes but refused to allow him to eat it.
Under the feeling of helplessness, he could only come at the break of dawn to knock on Wen Pingâs door.
Wen Ping wasnât in a hurry to reply, but he was silently asking the system in his heart. "System, whatâs going on?"
"Because he didnât pay money."
"That simple?"
"That simple indeed."
Wen Ping nodded in understanding. After that, he took a deep breath and attempted to calm the anger in his heart. He then spoke to Yun Liao, "Wait for me awhile. Iâm going to wear my clothes, settle my emotions, and clear my head first."
After that, Wen Ping added, "I have had morning grumpiness since I was young. In the future, donât wake me up so early or I will get really angry."
Yun Liao asked in a somewhat puzzled manner, "Morning grumpiness?"
He had never heard these words before.
Wen Ping explained, "It means the feeling of annoyance and anger that surges in your heart randomly after just waking up. It will be fine after a while."