If You Don't Want to Do It, Plenty of Others Will

"Ding! World's Strongest Sect System upgrade successful!" (As you open the first page, please set aside your brain first.)

Holy crap, System, you're finally done upgrading!

Su Bai sprang up with a carp's kipping leap and spat out the dogtail grass he had been chewing on.

He had transmigrated to this world three days ago and had waited three days for the system to load!

Soon, a transparent system screen appeared before Su Bai's eyes.

[Host]
Name: Su Bai
Age: 18
Realm: Mortal
Items: 20 copper coins

[Sect Information]
Sect Name: Heavenly Dao Sect
Sect Rank: 0-Star
Sect Headcount: 1
Sect Territory: One hundred-meter radius (Host is absolutely invincible within the territorial range)
Sect Buildings: One dilapidated thatched cottage (Sect Main Hall)
Sect Assets: 0
Sect Points: 0

Conditions for upgrading to a 1-Star Sect: Recruit one disciple (must come before the Sect Main Hall to kowtow and pay respects to the master)
Quest: Please upgrade to a 1-Star Sect as soon as possible. Reward: One Immortal Arts Pavilion
Host Feedback: The host's strength is ten times the sum of all disciples in the sect

Recruit one disciple? And they need to come before the main hall to kowtow as a disciple?

With a flash, Su Bai arrived in front of a tattered thatched cottage. Hanging on the door of the thatched cottage was a plaque carved with three large characters: "Heavenly Dao Sect".

Moreover, the Heavenly Dao Sect sat on such a barren little hill, completely devoid of anything except dogtail grass.

Come on, bro, with conditions like this, can I even recruit a disciple?

Which immortal sect's main hall wasn't magnificent and resplendent?

Which immortal sect's peak wasn't wreathed in clouds and mist, overflowing with immortal aura?

(Please leave good pictures if you have them; every disciple will need a picture later.)

Wasn't this just pulling his leg?

Su Bai muttered inwardly.

However, complaints were complaints; the sect still had to be upgraded, the quest still had to be done, and disciples still had to be recruited.

An hour later, Su Bai appeared at the "talent market" in Cloudwater City, which was a dozen miles away.

Of course, in this world it wasn't called a talent market, but rather the Hundred Sects Assembly.

The so-called Hundred Sects Assembly was a place where all the nearby sects and powers gathered to recruit disciples in order to increase efficiency.

There were many such Hundred Sects Assemblies across the continent, and the one Su Bai came to was naturally the closest one to him.

Cloudwater City, Lingxiao Sect branch office.

"Your formal disciple evaluation failed. Continue trying half a year from now!"

A cold voice rang out in the cramped room. Zhuge Feng looked up at the middle-aged man before the desk. The other party didn't even look at him, directly stating, "Next!"

"Steward Wang, I got first place in all six tests of the Lingxiao Sect. Why did I fail?"

"Senior Brother Gan failed every single test. Why was he able to pass?" Zhuge Feng asked, unwilling to accept it.

The middle-aged man called Steward Wang turned back and glanced at him. "Why? Do you have a Foundation Establishment elder for a father like he does?"

Zhuge Feng was left speechless, then asked, "Then what about Junior Brother Han? His scores were so much lower than mine, why did he pass?"

Steward Wang let out a chuckle. "Do you have three hundred taels of silver like he does?"

He had scraped together everything he had and bankrupted his household just to exchange for two hundred taels of silver, which he paid to the Lingxiao Sect as miscellaneous fees for half a year. Where would he still have a single copper coin on him now?

Seeing this, Steward Wang shook his head mockingly and continued, "If you don't have money, either wait for the next evaluation half a year from now, or get lost!"

"But... but my talent and comprehension are stronger than anyone else's, even..." Zhuge Feng still wanted to fight for it.

"Heh!"

Steward Wang sneered disdainfully, cutting him off. "In this world, the one thing we have in no short supply is self-righteous geniuses like you!"

"Never mind official disciples, even for your menial position, there are easily eighty or a hundred people eyeing it. If you won't do it, plenty of others will!"

At these words, Zhuge Feng immediately fell silent, his fists clenched so tight that his nails dug into his palms without him even noticing.

After a long moment, he loosened his fists, turned, and pushed the door open to leave.

"Nothing more than a beast of burden, yet you actually fancy yourself a genius?" Steward Wang's murmuring voice rang out from behind.

Outside the door, a long line had formed, with one youth after another anxiously waiting to see if they would pass.

Becoming an official disciple of the Lingxiao Sect meant gaining the qualification to touch immortal arts. Though it also required vast amounts of silver to purchase them, those were immortal arts after all!

If one cultivated successfully, they could become immortals who summoned the wind and rain!

These people were all children from ordinary households, and many families had bankrupted themselves just so their children could enter the Lingxiao Sect.

Therefore, they harbored even greater anticipation, just like Zhuge Feng before them, longing for the day they would become immortals.

What could Zhuge Feng say to them? Should he tell them it was utterly impossible to pass the official examination?

Should he tell them the quotas had long since been rigged behind closed doors and the so-called examination was just a formality?

The ones who could pass the examination were over there watching the joke!

Beneath a tree not far away, several gorgeously dressed youths were leaning against the trunk, watching the queue of people with sneers on their faces.

Senior Brother Gan, Junior Brother Han, Junior Sister Liu...

They did not need to wait and see if they would pass, for they had known the result long before the examination even began.

"Ah!"

Resentment, injustice, indignation, helplessness... Various emotions flooded Zhuge Feng's chest, ultimately dissolving into nothing more than a soft sigh.

Could he demand that Steward Wang, at the Qi Refining Peak, force a passing grade for him?

He was merely an ordinary person with neither power nor influence, an insignificant ordinary person in a vast world. How was he to contend with a cultivator?

How was he to reason with a powerful sect?