The old man swept his gaze across the room, releasing his spiritual pressure once more. It bore down like a mountain.
The entire hall instantly fell silent, everyone keeping their mouths shut.
The gray-haired old man coughed twice, withdrew his spiritual pressure, and continued.
"Fifth, should the sect go to war, every member shall take up arms. None may disobey. These five rules are the iron laws of our sect."
"Right, there are a few miscellaneous matters I may as well explain now. Later, you may choose any spot below the hundred-zhang mark on the peaks around the sect's outskirts to establish a Cave Abode. All you need to do is pay the rent."
"For those who still need to eat, the Pure Joy House provides three meals a day. If its food does not suit your tastes, the outer streets have numerous taverns and restaurants catering to palates from every corner of the land. There are four Scripture Pavilions, one each in the east, south, west, and north. Those interested in pill refinement or artifact forging may rent facilities themselves."
With that, the old man looked toward the doorway and gently clapped three times. Two men pushed in a small cart piled high with bulging brocade pouches.
An entire cart of Storage Bags!
The cultivators standing in the front rows immediately crowded around it.
They had long heard that all nineteen sects of the Immortal Alliance were swimming in wealth. Seeing this today, they knew the rumors were true.
The old man ignored the reaction below the platform and said evenly, "Each of you will receive one set shortly: one Storage Bag, one bottle of pills, and one mid-grade Spirit Artifact. The Storage Bag contains eight sets of clothing specially made by our Emerging Cloud Peak sect—two for each