To be fair, being the Vice Sect Master of the Heavenly Evil Sect was quite interesting.
Wang Jixuan had only come to gauge the situation and avoid becoming enemies with the Six Immortals.
But he had not expected that he would actually thrive here... living an incomparably comfortable life.
First, he had no enemies.
Second, he did not need to do anything.
Third, he did not need to take disciples or pass on teachings. He was completely just a decorative figurehead.
The work Fat Immortal had arranged for him was to appear on a cloud whenever he was in a good mood, display his heroic bearing, serve as an "aspirational fantasy" for disciples who had just embarked on the path of cultivation, and incidentally become the dream lover of countless young girls.
It was not that Wang Jixuan was too lazy. Mainly, Fat Immortal Mao Mo did not want Wang Jixuan meddling in the Heavenly Evil Sect's affairs.
Daoist Wang had been observing the Heavenly Evil Sect's development all along.
The first people recruited by the Heavenly Evil Sect were honest folk with above-average aptitude and loyal dispositions, numbering no more than sixty in total.
This group of honest folk cultivated for two months first, establishing the Heavenly Evil Sect's outer sect. They were responsible for purchasing supplies, caring for disciples who formally entered the sect later, and supervising the formal disciples' cultivation.
After that, three hundred boys and girls formally entered the sect.
On the day of the founding ceremony, there were seas of people, thunderous gongs and drums, fluttering banners, and immortal light winding through the air.
Wang Jixuan wore a purple robe, his long hair tied into a high Dao Hairpin, with two ribbons hanging down on either side of it.
In the blink of an eye,