Much as Lu Qing had expected, this place was less like the structure of a Dao Academy and more like a genuine cultivation sect.
Many disciples did not even have the chance to become registered disciples of a main lineage. They were all outer disciples. Below the outer disciples were those with poorer cultivation and worse aptitude—the menial disciples. In that respect, there was no difference.
The greater difference was that Lu Qing could now be considered an inner disciple. Here, the distinction between inner and outer disciples depended not only on cultivation, but also on whether one caught a chief's eye as a prospective disciple.
Bring over someone of astonishing talent, born with the fate of gods and Buddhas, and even without cultivation, they would still be a true disciple.
That was not particularly surprising.
Seeing the hurried figures passing by with cold expressions, Lu Qing had already keenly felt the atmosphere of a cultivation sect.
"Our Dao Sect does not have salaries or anything of the sort. Everything is basically based on spirit stones and spirit coins."
"Or barter. There is an immortal market at the foot of the mountain. Junior Brother, if you have time, you can go take a look."
"I haven't mentioned it yet—the central great hall is Master's Dao venue. Unless there is business, only personal disciples may see Master. We generally do not approach that side."
Wang Chunfeng spoke, then pointed elsewhere. "Over there is where the other main lineages are located. There are no particularly harsh rules here. Now that you have entered this place, Junior Brother, I would suggest finding somewhere to settle down first. You can make plans for the rest after you have learned more."
"Senior Brother Wang, is that the Law Enforcement Hall over there?"
Lu Qing suddenly