To outsiders, the Taiming Sect was indeed powerful, but it was hardly a glamorous place to go. The title of foremost among the Five Sects of Chenli could certainly attract many Martial Dao prodigies yearning for strength, yet even more people felt unsuited to such a strange, gloomy environment and instead chose brighter, more upright, grander places such as the Mingjing Sect and Huangyang Sect.
Perhaps that was why, despite ranking first in raw strength throughout Chenli, the Taiming Sect did not hold an overwhelming advantage in recruiting disciples.
Yet in Ye Yuelong's eyes, although the Taiming Sect was thick with ghostly air, anyone who truly lived there would only find it exceptionally warm.
The Outer Sect deacon-uncles in charge of training were conscientious and responsible, while the Inner Sect's senior brothers, senior sisters, and elders all took great care of newcomers. Perhaps this was partly because the Taiming Sect's cultivation arts were exceptionally perilous, and deep meditation could easily lead one into a state neither living nor dead, but it had indeed fostered a habit among everyone in the Taiming Sect of deeply caring for newcomers.
Moreover, the Taiming Sect's core inheritances were basically all open to the public. Any Inner Sect disciple who completed the relevant tasks could learn them. Everyone could voice their own thoughts on cultivation arts and discuss them with others. And if one had a Ghost God research project—even an utterly absurd one—the first application would absolutely receive funding. If the project succeeded, there would certainly be a reward. Even if it failed and one accidentally died, there were convenient means of resurrection within the Taiming Sect. At most, one would lose ten or twenty years of lifespan. It was expensive, certainly, but entirely acceptable compared to dying on the spot.
More than that,