Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?-Chapter 381 - 323: The Plight of the Young Evil Cultivators
Xiahou Jie felt utterly miserable.
The Pingyang Prefecture would no longer be under his control.
Both the Mo Family and the Fifth Tower, he couldn’t afford to offend either.
Suppressing his anger, he looked at the ten arriving Elders, his expression fluctuating.
The reason he called them wasn’t to vent his anger, but to discuss matters.
There was still an issue that had to be addressed.
After collecting his thoughts, Xiahou Jie sighed before slowly speaking.
"Do you think we should still hold the Mountain Opening Ceremony tomorrow?"
As he asked this question, Xiahou Jie felt a pang of discomfort.
Would this have even been a question in the past?
But now...
When he returned from Pingyang City, he saw that the crowd that had come out of curiosity had all fled. Predictably, tomorrow’s Mountain Opening Ceremony would be embarrassingly empty; if lucky, some people might attend, but if not, the place would be deserted.
This directly put the Luoxing Sect in a dilemma, unable to advance or retreat.
"What’s the point of holding it if hardly anyone shows up tomorrow? It would bring shame to Luoxing Sect if word gets out."
Another Elder shook his head. Given the current situation, what’s the point of holding it? It would be better to just open the mountain gates and let anyone willing come in.
"Wouldn’t that be like bandits?"
Immediately, other Elders expressed different views.
Some felt it shouldn’t be held, while others believed it should be.
"Let’s go ahead with it... At most, we’ll only lose face. If we don’t hold it, rumors might say we’re too scared of Pingyang Prefecture to open the mountain and recruit disciples, and we’d lose face completely."
Either way, it’s about face; one means losing face, the other means having no face at all.
In terms of weighing the pros and cons, even if it means losing some face, we can regain it in the future. If we don’t hold it, who would still want to join Luoxing Sect later?
The people had plenty to say, each with their own reasoning.
Xiahou Jie looked conflicted, and amidst the clamor, he sighed, "Let’s proceed with it as planned for tomorrow!"
He felt the last Elder made a valid point. If they didn’t follow through with what was already announced, they would really lose face.
Though he could foresee the awkward scene tomorrow, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and push through.
"Damn it..."
Remembering how the situation came to be, he felt an itch in his teeth from hatred.
...
Meanwhile, Han Yu was itching with excitement.
Cultivator Sects always like to hold some recruitment ceremonies. He had seen two: one at the Star Sect and one at Young Master Lin’s.
Unfortunately, no Sect had ever chosen him. They say, aside from the lively stories at these recruitment ceremonies, the other major event is the Sect’s Grand Competition.
No wonder Young Master Lin yearned to join a Sect. His famous saying was that the best brothers and the prettiest wives are all there. After standing out, the wheel of history starts rolling...
These are all exciting materials!
As Du Nanyuan left the Government Office, he showed a hint of worry.
He was quite concerned about that old ghost Xiahou Jie. If things went wrong and Luoxing Sect was played into nonexistence by this pharmacist named Han today, would Che Dapao think he fanned the flames?
Leaving Pingyang City, thirty miles north.
At the foot of Gap Tooth Peak.
A large group of Luoxing Sect cultivators lined up on both sides, presenting a grand and majestic scene.
However, sharply contrasting with this were the scant few participants. After yesterday’s chaos, the crowd from Pingyang City was unreliable. Those who came today either had nowhere else to go or were commoners or cultivators who hadn’t had time to learn about what happened in the city.
Though there were a hundred or so, compared to the bustling scenes of previous years...
In any case, not a single Sect Elder was bothered to show up today, which speaks volumes.
There’s a reason why Luoxing Sect could gather so many disciples. The only assessment area here was an open space in the middle where mortals went to touch the Spirit Testing Pillar; as long as they weren’t useless, they could join.
All other assessments regarding character, five senses, temperament, talent, etc., were skipped over entirely. It was all about casting a wide net.
By the Spirit Testing Pillar, a cultivator in charge of registration had set up a table. Anyone with at least four Spirit Roots could have their names registered and report to the Sect the next day.
Han Yu had seen some absurd things before, but never anything as absurd as this.
Even though the Star Sect in his Southern Border hometown was nothing in the eyes of small sects in the Northern Border, at least they went through the motions. The Luoxing Sect was truly simple and crude.
No wonder the entire Sect was in turmoil; picking people like this, how many presentable disciples could they produce?
Even the title of this so-called second-rate sect seemed highly inflated to him.
Because there were more small evil cultivators here this year, an extra table was set up at the assessment site.
These cultivators naturally didn’t need to be assessed, but they still had to go through some formalities.
"Name?"
Another Luoxing Sect cultivator tasked with recording asked.
"Lu Renbing!"
"Spirit Root and cultivation level?"
"Four Spirit Roots, Divine Bridge Realm."
"Why join Luoxing Sect?"
"Because I’m tired of the life of fighting with rival Sects. I was fighting with a good brother from a rival Sect, and we ended up agreeing to come here together."
The recording cultivator’s mouth twitched; did evil sects play like this?
Enemies could be brothers?
"Next!"
"Why come to Luoxing Sect?"
"Oh! I’m the good brother mentioned by the previous one."
Compared to those touching the pillars, Han Yu was more interested in this side. The reasons these little evil cultivators gave for joining were incredibly varied, with no repeats.
"Because our Sect Leader was captured for dual cultivation, the evil sect life makes me feel very unsafe."
"Our Sect hasn’t disbursed cultivation allowances for a long time. Life became unsustainable."
"The Sect Leader took a fancy to me and wanted to dual cultivate with me... He’s a man. Oh right! I am from the same sect as the brother mentioned earlier."
Such reasons made Han Yu want to laugh out loud, almost to the point of tears.
When it was finally his turn, the cultivator glanced at him and inexplicably pointed to the adjacent line.
"You’re in the wrong line; start over, mortals are over there."
After saying this, he prepared to deal with the next person.
But Han Yu didn’t leave. Instead, he stood there with a smile.
"Didn’t I tell you mortals are over there!"
The cultivator couldn’t help but feel some impatience. Listening to these little evil cultivators’ various grievances had already been quite troubling, and now there was this clueless fellow.
Han Yu, feeling mischievous, leaned over the table and spoke, "I’m also a cultivator."
The cultivator suspiciously looked him over, unable to sense any True Essence fluctuations, but his expression didn’t suggest he was joking.
"Name?"
"Han Yu."
"Han... which Yu is it again, write it down."
The cultivator’s hand trembled suddenly as he looked up again at Han Yu, shakily turned the roster over, and pushed it over.
With a smile, Han Yu picked up the pen and slowly wrote his name. As soon as he put down the pen, the cultivator’s face noticeably changed.
"You... what brings you to Luoxing Sect?"
He seemed somewhat in disbelief and immediately asked in a quivering voice.
Must be the same name, must be the same name...
Thanks to the Corpse Refining Lineage, was anyone in the Cultivator Realm not familiar with Han Yu’s name? Moreover, the big events occurring in recent months invariably involved him.
"Here to deliver pills to your Sect Leader."
But as soon as he said this, the cultivator suddenly flew off on his sword toward the mountain’s peak.
Sure enough, it was this demon...!
