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Chapter 245: 50000 Quotas

Chapter 245: Chapter 245: 50000 Quotas

With the appearance of the magic-driven vehicles, the square was thrown into an uproar. All ten teams waiting to depart were filled with shock and anticipation.

However, there were some who were quite familiar with this spectacle, mostly the less privileged ones. They had arrived at Wanyu using this same mode of transportation in the past. Only now, their roles had changed.

Wang Zijia focused his gaze on the magic-driven vehicle at the center – an extraordinary tower ship. The tower ship was enormous, even more so than modern aircraft carriers.

The tower ship did not have a bottom. It was embedded in a strange white cloud, with more than half of the vessel’s body nestled inside, leaving only the upper part of the hull exposed. Above that was the vast deck and a towering pavilion that resembled a palace atop the deck.

Wanyu!

A shining plaque hung above the pavilion.

If it was not for that half a ship bottom which did not quite fit entirely into the cloud, the whole thing would have resembled a palace hidden amidst the clouds. Majestic, massive, and utterly imbued with an immortal aura. The Wanyu Sect’s formidable strength was evident in every aspect.

All ten magic-driven vehicles looked rather similar; the only difference was in their size and scale. The largest among them came to hover above Wang Zijia and his companions. A pulling platform was projected down, and everyone was lifted slowly onto the massive deck of the magic-driven vehicle.

At that moment, there were already some twenty to thirty disciples from the Formation Institute and a cultivator named Nong Yufei at the sacrificial wine realm waiting on the deck. They were people who had undergone training together earlier.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Nong!"

"Younger brother Wang greets you!"

"······"

After exchanging greetings, instead of setting off immediately, all ten magic-driven vehicles calmly waited on the deck.

After a while, a flow of light brought a large group of disciples flying over, and they stopped above the magic vehicles. Upon recognizing the leader, the crowd realized it was Gu Yuebai, the Dean of the Outer Court Administration Office and a great cultivator at the peak of the Perfected Realm.

He was one of the well-known figures of the Outer Court and once the most promising new disciple of the Gu family. His career had once been as brilliant as Wang Zijia’s, having managed to reach the late stage of the Perfected Realm in just a hundred years.

However, after hitting a bottleneck in his cultivation, he took over the affairs of the Outer Court Administration Office. Now, a hundred years later, his fame had somewhat dwindled due to his low profile, but he still held significant influence within the Outer Court.

Gu Yuebai surveyed everyone on the magic vehicles. His mana fluctuated as his voice reached everyone’s ears, "Ever since the opening of the Wanyu Sect, the Ascending Immortal Conference has been held every ten years. It is a grand event for all nations, dynasties, sects, and schools under our control."

"You must remember that you are not only recruiting disciples, but also representing the honor of Wanyu. You must avoid actions that would harm the reputation of the sect. Also, your roles include eradicating the demons in your assigned territories to demonstrate the divine might of our sect·······"

Gu Yuebai made a few brief remarks, alerting them to some things they should bear in mind.

"We will heed the teachings of Martial Uncle diligently. As we travel the mortal world, we will recruit disciples, preach the Way, and promote the divine might and Dao of Wanyu!"

"······"

Everyone bowed and responded with robust energy.

Gu Yuebai nodded without uttering a word. The disciples following him split into ten groups. Each group held an order symbol resembling an imperial edict scroll and headed towards the ten magic vehicles.

"Greetings, Wang Daozi!"

"Greetings to Senior Brother!"

"······"

Wang Zijia exchanged pleasantries with a few disciples who approached their vehicle. One of them unrolled the scroll in their hand, revealing a parchment sparkling with spiritual light. It was blank.

"This time, Wang Daozi, you will have a quota of fifty thousand on your register!" The disciple handed the unrolled, blank scroll to Wang Zijia, saying, "The register restricts to ten thousand medium-grade spiritual root disciples, thirty thousand lower-grade spiritual root disciples, and ten thousand martial artists from the mortal world."

"Among them, the quota for mortal martial artists is a set number, which cannot be increased, but may be reduced. This is because the stock of spirit root grafting pills that we have for this period of ten years is only slightly over a hundred thousand. Wang Daozi, you only have a quota of ten thousand, so if you recruit more mortals, you will have to think of a solution yourself."

"As for the thirty thousand lower-grade spiritual root holders, you can exceed the quota. But the exceeded part will overlap and occupy the quota for the medium-grade spiritual root disciples."

"If you’re not able to recruit ten thousand medium-grade spiritual roots or above, you can substitute it with lower-grade spiritual roots. If the number exceeds ten thousand, you can keep recruiting without occupying any quota."

The disciple who gave Wang Zijia the scroll carefully explained the rules regarding the number of disciples to recruit for the Ascending Immortal Conference.

The sect always recruited disciples, who were a combination of ordinary people and those with spiritual roots. The keeping of spiritual root disciples did not need much elaboration, but regarding the ordinary people, it was a lesson learnt by the Sect through years of experience.

Giving the spirit root grafting pills to the various sect families for them to nurture their younger generations surely had some effect. However, it was far less successful than scattering most of it among the ordinary people to select the elites. Not to mention that a significant part of these ordinary people tried to have a more fulfilling life than those with exceptional talents.

In fact, many elders in the Elder Council started as martial artists and only managed to ascend to immortality after consuming the spirit root grafting pills. For these reasons, the sect was heavily invested in this development, and they spent a lot of resources each time.

This was also one reason the Wanyu Sect had grown so strong. They did not stick to old traditions but sought progress, continuously striving for innovations and breakthroughs.

In this era, where the Dao was difficult to pass on, adhering solely to traditions would easily render you obsolete!

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After a while, Wang Zijia finished the handover with the disciple who had presented the scroll. As he put away the blank scroll register, the disciple turned around and returned to Gu Yuebai’s side.

"Those who are ready, set off now!"

"We, the disciples, hear and obey!"

Following Gu Yuebai’s orders, all ten Ascending Immortal Ships began to vibrate slightly. A strong jet of spiritual light particles sprayed out from the bottom of the ships, causing the clouds to roil.

"Everyone return to your posts. It will take us about half a month to reach our destination", Wang Zijia, now taking command of the magic-driven vehicle, told the team.

"Understood!" Everyone bowed and began to disperse from the massive deck, heading into the palaces and towers inside the ship.

On deck were Wang Zijia’s group, Lei Junjie’s group, and Nong Yufei, who had already taken the Formation Institute disciples into the magic-driven vehicle and had begun managing the vehicle’s operations.

"Let’s go!"

A moment later, the ten magic vehicles shook slightly and then turned into beams of streaming light, scattering towards the horizon.

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Wang Zijia stood at the tip of the magic-driven vehicle’s deck, lost in thought as he watched the swiftly receding Wanyu Sect below.

"Let’s go. We have half a month’s flight ahead. Let’s check out where we’ll be staying." It was only after a while that Wang Zijia finally regained his senses.

"Yes!" Xiang Feifei nodded slightly behind him.

"Uncle Master, this way please." An Xingsheng, who was in charge of daily affairs during this journey, had familiarized himself with the magic-driven vehicle quite early. He then guided everyone into the building complex that resembled a palace.

Given that the magic vehicle was capable of accommodating tens or even hundreds of thousands of people, the interior was immense. There was even some extent of spatial expansion, making the space inside seem several times more spacious than it looked from the outside.