Ying Huaixu's thinking was simple.
He wanted to pick twenty people and pay a tremendous price to give them a chance to grow stronger.
Then he would see just how far they could go.
When the steward heard that Ying Huaixu wanted to choose twenty people to become Outer Disciples, he was horrified.
"Sister Ying, are you serious?"
Twenty people entering the Outer Sect meant twenty pills that could alter and improve their Spiritual Roots.
Was it worth paying such a price for these ants with such poor aptitude?
Ying Huaixu nodded. "I value their Dao hearts. Of course, people who have ascended have more or less fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, but they still need to pass the Questioning Heart Formation."
The Questioning Heart Formation examined their pasts. As long as they were not some outrageously depraved demonic cultivator, they should all be able to pass.
As for pouring so much into this, Ying Huaixu had his own considerations.
If all twenty ended up becoming absolute freaks, they would be excellent helpers for his future Instance runs.
To give his future self a comfortable life, Ying Huaixu decided to take a gamble.
Outwardly, however, he still said, "If these people maintain this disposition and these Dao hearts, they will become pillars of the sect. If that day truly comes, this little expense of mine will be nothing."
The steward was so moved that he almost cried.
Sister Ying, he really... I could cry!
The steward did as instructed.
Meanwhile, Ying Huaixu took his token and kept purchasing medicinal ingredients to prepare for pill refining.
He had to admit, the ingredients for rebuilding one's foundations were fucking expensive.
They cost Ying Huaixu over seven hundred thousand Supreme Spirit Stones in total.
Apart from