Another three hundred years passed.
The Recruitment Notice had been posted for five hundred years, yet few had responded.
Altogether, only a little over thirty people had applied, and most of them had Heavy Karmic Debt and were rejected by Haotian.
Fewer than ten were truly accepted.
These ten people were not highly cultivated, not especially capable, and had no powerful backers.
They had come to the Heavenly Court not because they wanted to pledge loyalty to Haotian, but because they could no longer survive in the Prehistoric World and needed somewhere to lie low.
Haotian knew.
But he had no choice.
One day, several Rogue Cultivators passed by the South Heaven Gate.
Looking at the gate, they discussed the Recruitment Notice issued by the Heavenly Court.
Haotian stood invisibly inside the gate, observing their attitudes.
One of the Rogue Cultivators muttered.
"I'd rather go line up at Farm Teachings."
The cultivator traveling beside him asked why he did not go to the Heavenly Court.
For now, the Heavenly Court's salary seemed quite generous, and there was Merit to earn as well.
The rogue cultivator counted it out on his fingers.
As an official in the Heavenly Court, you had superiors managing you and rules weighing you down. If you did poorly, you would even be punished.
Being a disciple of Farm Teachings came with countless benefits.
If you could not get used to staying there, you could even apply to set up your own signboard. Other than following Farm Teachings' basic rules, you could go wherever you wanted.
No one would manage you at all.
Taking a step back,
if he could not get into Farm Teachings, being a carefree and free rogue cultivator would still be good. The Spiritual Qi of the Prehistoric World had recovered, and the