Even so, Nine Immortals Palace naturally could not allow unrelated cultivators to come and go as they pleased. Its headquarters was a vast expanse of buildings like jeweled towers and jade halls, and with that as the center, everything within fifty thousand li had been designated forbidden ground. If anyone who was not a disciple of the palace intruded, there was only one outcome: kill without mercy!
In the past, there had been people who broke the rule, and in the end, every one of them had their souls drawn out and their spirits refined. As time passed, very few cultivators dared do such a foolish thing anymore.
In terms of strength, Nine Immortals Palace was only slightly inferior to the three races of the human, demon, and sea clans, but in the Chaotic Sea Region, its word was law. Those unruly Rogue Cultivators might not take the three races seriously, but since they made their living in these waters, more or less, they all had to give Nine Immortals Palace some face.
There were even countless immortal cultivators who wanted to join the sect, and Nine Immortals Palace would openly recruit disciples once every fifty years.
This situation was further divided into two kinds.
The first kind were rookie cultivators who had just stepped into the cultivation world—in other words, the lowest-tier low-level disciples. If such people caught Nine Immortals Palace's eye, then although their status was very low when they first entered, they could become direct-line disciples. So long as they worked hard, after several hundred or even a thousand years, once their cultivation rose, they might be able to take on important positions.
The other kind were those who brought their skills with them to seek a master.
Those who wanted to join were already fairly strong