Ying Huaixu thought he already knew the Divine Firmament Sword Sect well enough.
But after entering the Inner Sect, he was still stunned by the scene before him.
Of course, what stunned him was not that the Divine Firmament Sword Sect's Inner and Outer Sects seemed like two different worlds.
It was that the Inner Disciples' lives were simply a world of suffering.
If the disciples below had not all been NPCs, Ying Huaixu would have wondered whether he had returned to the game!
"Artifact Refining Pavilion recruitment! Anyone at the third level of Meridian Opening or above, hurry and sign up!"
"The Pill Refining Pavilion needs seven hundred disciples familiar with medicinal theory! No cultivation requirement!"
"Me, me, me..."
"Over here... I know medicinal theory!"
"I have fifth-rank medicinal theory!"
This was practically a job fair-or, even more so, the party-finding lobby from when Ying Huaixu played the game.
Speaking of party-finding lobbies, as He Xixiang took him past, Ying Huaixu genuinely almost lost the urge to hold back, jump down, and throw himself straight into it.
"I found a third-rank demonic beast, a Fire-Patterned Python! It's guarding a fourth-rank medicinal herb! Anyone at the seventh level of Meridian Opening or above? I need four people!"
"Our team still needs a formation master! Any formation masters around? We need a third-rank formation master!"
"Any cultivators with a wood Spiritual Root? Wood Spiritual Root cultivators who can heal, come quick!"
At first, the sight really left Ying Huaixu dazed.
He initially wondered whether the players had returned.
But in the end, the exclamation marks over these people's heads brought him back to reality.
There were no players. These were all locals.
But holy shit, these were all fucking quests!
Ying Huaixu really could barely hold himself back.
Seeing him like