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Chapter 287: Educating Without Discrimination [Seeking Subscriptions]

Chapter 287: Chapter 287: Educating Without Discrimination [Seeking Subscriptions]

"I wish to establish a new sect in Tianhong named Demon Suppression, to end the chaos in Tianhong," said Wang Zijia serenely.

The old emperor listened, a look of astonishment covering his face, and after a moment of stupefaction, he said, "I will announce it as the state religion tomorrow, and let the whole country know. We’ll need to recruit five hundred thousand citizens to..."

"We don’t need to impose labor levies, I have my ways," Wang Zijia interrupted his words.

"May I ask where the Immortal Elder plans to establish the Sect?" the old emperor asked.

"At Wanyu Station, at the foot of Jingchan Mountain."

As he spoke, a blood-colored flying shuttle appeared in mid-air at the edge of the platform before Wang Zijia. He stepped onto it and transformed into a streak of light, disappearing on the horizon.

The old emperor looked in the direction where Wang Zijia disappeared towards Tianhong Mountain, lost in thought for a long time. Twisting the medicine bottle in his hand, he was sometimes unwilling, sometimes angry, and finally turned into resignation and acceptance.

Even though he was the Emperor, he couldn’t satiate his inner greed and couldn’t have everything.

...

With the beginning of the establishment of the sect, Wang Zijia was thoroughly busy.

The arrangement of a hundred thousand people was no small matter. There was a lot of work to do, especially since the children of the team were to be taken as disciples, and there were more people implementing the pupil surgery than the practitioners of wood and earth spells.

Jingchan Mountain’s previous scale clearly couldn’t accommodate so many disciples, therefore, Wang Zijia personally participated in the initial housing construction.

Of course, it was only to solve the initial accommodation problems, other matters could be handled slowly thereafter.

With the support of monks and various government aids, it wasn’t difficult to construct under the green light.

...

Time flashed by, another twenty days passed.

That day, at the foot of Jingchan Mountain, it was bustling with people.

There was a common crowd of mortals, chivalrous heroes attracted by the news, and even though these people weren’t entitled to go up the mountain, they still crowded around Jingchan Mountain to get a glimpse of the famous Wanyu True Immortal.

In addition to the common people at the foot of the mountain, there were various cultivators on the mountain. Independent cultivators, small sects barely known in the vicinity, and even disciples from the Three Sects who had traveled here, whoever received the news had come.

Ignoring the quality and just speaking of the number, it seemed like a top-notch grand event of a famous sect. Probably because of the hurried schedule and the large number of people who came uninvited, things were slightly chaotic.

As the morning sun continuously rose, sounds became more noisy and chaotic. Students who had just been trained bustled throughout the mountain, making a lively scene.

"Weng!"

"Here it comes!"

"Look, it’s the legendary cloud-based Immortal Pavilion!"

"Yes, we haven’t seen any Immortal Pavilion magic-driven for over a hundred and fifty years in Tianhong!"

"That’s true, even forty years ago, disciples mostly made a hurried visit and left, where was there such a sight?"

"Now it’s good, we in Tianhong have finally seen the day when a Wanyu subordinate sect has emerged."

"I heard that this sect was established by a Dao Child!"

"I heard about that too, Wanyu’s prodigy, Dao Child Wang Zijia, he formed the Dharma Idol at the rank of Sacrificial wine, he is straightforward, with a strong sense of justice, he is indeed a true cultivator of this era."

"Forming a Dharma Idol at the rank of Sacrificial Wine? Isn’t that the method of a Great Cultivator in the Middle Third Boundary?"

"Hey, the methods of such a prodigy shouldn’t be taken lightly."

"Yes, I also heard about Dao child Wang Zijia, the leader of the younger generation in Wanyu Sect. Even in the crowd where talents are so abundant in Wanyu Sect, he’s still the most outstanding one!"

"I have recently read many stories about this. It is said that this Dao child came from a poor family. He made a name for himself in Wanyu at the age of sixteen without relying on anyone and solely on his own strength, which attracted countless Wanyu disciples to admire him!"

"What? Impossible, it must be a fabrication!"

"Not possible, I put a lot of effort into this. From the Wanyu Sect’s powerful cultivation family, the Xiang family members, I paid a great deal to get this. This is indeed a biographical record!"

"..."

In the midst of the noise, the Immortal Pavilion’s magic-driven slowly rose from the mountain top, suspended over Jingchan Mountain, greeting the morning sun.

Then, on the magic-driven, numerous colorful lights scattered. The Illusion Formation was fully activated by the third-grade war spiritual tool, and its effect was undoubtedly remarkable.

For a moment, flowers fell like rain, the ground gushed golden lotus, and purple qi spread hundreds of miles.

The huge movement not only stunned the people around Jingchan Mountain but also caused the people and even many creatures within a thousand miles to instinctively look up at the sky.

Some flying birds instinctively flew towards the sky, swirling around the magic-driven. Among the countless grand scenes, the magic-driven was looming in the clouds.

Then, many lights converged and Wang Zijia’s handsome face with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes appeared before the cloud palace.

He was so huge that he seemed towering above the earth. The falling flowers and springing golden lotus seemed to cheer for his appearance, and the hundreds of miles of purple qi rolled around him like rosy clouds, just like the divine rainbow he emitted.

An Immortal descending to the mortal world, his celestial beauty stood out!

At this moment, Wang Zijia’s worldly beauty, as if an immortal had descended, made the crowd throughout the mountain become dumbstruck. This image mind deeply into countless people’s minds, something they would probably never forget in their lifetime.

Him, as towering as the sky, with hands behind his back, his long clothes fluttering, he glanced at everyone present.

"I am Wang Zijia, a Taoist child of the Wanyu Sect. Today, feeling the chaos in the Tianhong Practice World with demons rising everywhere, I have established a Taoist field in Jingchan Mountain, which I have named: the Demon Suppression Sect!"

"The Demon Suppression Sect does not ask about one’s origin or past. Anyone who has a destiny to contribute to the welfare of the world and to exorcise demons is welcome to join and cultivate. Our sect advocates complete equality in teaching!"

"As long as you have the intent to exorcise demons, you can start as an affiliated disciple of our sect, exchanging demon bodies for contribution, and use your contributions to advance your status, up until you become a Wanyu Disciple!"

"······"

Following Wang Zijia’s words, the crowd, who had initially been stunned, suddenly burst into an uproar.

"What? Equal education for all?"

"Wanyu Disciples?"

"Do we also have a chance to become Wanyu’s disciples one day?"

"Affiliated Disciple of the Demon Suppression Sect? I’m definitely taking these names!"

"Affiliated disciples, miscellaneous disciples, Outer Sect disciples, Inner Sect disciples, direct disciples, elders or Wanyu disciples, doesn’t seem too far of a stretch, does it?"

"So, these contributions can be passed on, they’re no different from magic money!"

"······"

Innumerable people looked at Wang Zijia in the sky with a mixture of shock and enthusiasm. At this moment, Wang Zijia’s fame resonated throughout. His reputation had even spread across the Tianhong Practice World, making him a top-tier legend and the embodiment of a true immortal in this world.

Wang Zijia, the Taoist child of the Wanyu Sect, was a true immortal in the present era!

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The entire Jingchan Mountain was bustling for four or five days before it gradually returned to normal.

However, the Jingchan Town under the mountain became even more lively. The town was almost expanding rapidly into Jinchan City, expanding like a rocket.

All sorts of noble clans and even royalty rushed over to construct mansions and courtyards before this place was fully developed. The Demon Suppression Sect turned a blind eye to it, of course, no one dared to monopolize the land on a large scale.

Wang Zijia stayed in the Demon Suppression Sect for several days. He hastily established a Scripture Pavilion and passed down hundreds of top-level innate secret books. These were the top martial arts and cultivation methods he had various forces in the sect collect during the past half a year.

As for the cultivation methods and spells, except for those disciples with medium-grade spiritual roots or above, the rules of the Demon Suppression Sect required that one at least obtain the status of Outer Sect disciple, or even Inner Sect disciple. To elevate one’s status, they needed contributions. The Demon Suppression Sect, as Wang Zijia had previously stated, practiced open education with no discrimination. All depended on one’s contributions.

The fastest way to earn contributions currently was through the purification of demonic corpses!

Only those who had reached the level of direct disciple, or even had intentions of promotion to Wanyu Disciples, would undergo strict scrutiny.

After all, Wang Zijia hadn’t founded this sect to raise children. His goal from the beginning was very clear — gather the masses to sustain himself!

Early one morning on Jingchan Mountain,

A large group of people were bidding their farewells.

"Grandfather", do you really not want to return to the sect with us?" Xiang Feifei asked with tears in her eyes while looking at Xiang Ji, her face full of reluctance.

"I’m old", and even if I go back, I’ll just be passing the time. Instead of that, I’d rather help you manage the sect, contribute my efforts, and make use of my remaining energy." Xiang Ji replied with a gentle smile.

"Don’t worry, once we have settled down, we’ll certainly establish trade routes between the two places." Wang Zijia comforted Xiang Feifei and said to Xiang Ji and Xiang Fei, "Grandfather, and Twenty-first Uncle, the Demon Suppression Sect will be temporarily entrusted to you!"

"Rest assured, we will do our utmost!" Xiang Fei, the Twenty-first Uncle, solemnly replied.

"Also, both Liang Cheng and Feng Haonan are extremely talented. The future Demon Suppression Sect will definitely need them to take charge. You two should take more care of them!" Wang Zijia said, pointing to two figures, one tall and one short, standing nearby.

"We will follow your teachings, Master!" Feng Haonan and Liang Cheng, who had already received the cultivation methods and started their cultivation, respectfully offered their greetings.

Indeed, Wang Zijia had taken disciples, and in one breath took in two — the ’Transmigrator’ Feng Haonan, and ’Thunder Emperor’ Liang Cheng.

He dedicated his efforts and did not hesitate to tamper with memories for the sole purpose of creating two exceptional talents, two supreme elders who could suppress everything, for the future of the Demon Suppression Sect!

He sought to build a foundational base for the Demon Suppression Sect so that even if he wasn’t present, the sect would not decline or fall into chaos!

"Rest assured, we’ll take care of it. However, teaching him how to cultivate is something that you’ll still need to handle. Our level of cultivation alone isn’t enough to teach them for long." Twenty-first Uncle Xiang Fei said.

"Why not take them back to the sect first, let them cultivate until they have achieved something before coming here to gain experience?" Xiang Ji suggested once again.

"I already have a plan. Don’t worry, they won’t be delayed in their cultivation." Wang Zijia smiled back. As he spoke, he glanced at the Ascending Immortal Ship in the sky, saying, "It’s getting late, and we must begin our journey. The two elder brothers above should be getting anxious waiting for us!"

"Farewell, Supreme Master!"

"Farewell, Ancestor!"

"······"

Wang Zijia led a line of people onto the magic-driven ship amidst the salutations from countless disciples resonating throughout the mountains.

As the ship rumbled, it transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the horizon.

The baffled people atop the mountain looked at each other, even with prior preparations, now that the time had come to depend on themselves, they felt slightly uneasy. After all, none of them had experience running a sect.

"Master, what should we do now?"

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