The four were very angry.
Although the four major sects had declined a lot in recent years, they were not a place where an ordinary person could just walk in.
So the four spoke in unison, revealing their impatience.
"Go away, get out of here!"
The disciples responded and quickly retreated.
Soon, the disciples pushed the person out.
"Don't touch me, I'll leave by myself."
The person who was pushed out was Yi Feng. He was furious about being unceremoniously kicked out and yelled, "Tell your leaders that I gave you a chance today. It was you who didn't cherish it. In the future, you will definitely regret it."
They're blind. How could they reject a promising talent like me?
If you don't want me, fine. I don't care.
After I complete the system tasks and can cultivate, I will definitely become famous throughout the land. At that time, I'll piss these bastards off so bad.
"Damn, this dog-day commoner still dares to be arrogant. Let me go beat him to death."
Hearing Yi Feng's vague yelling outside, Jian Hengtian, who was already in a bad mood, couldn't help but stand up and shout, "Forget it, he's just a commoner. The leader of a major sect arguing with a commoner, what's the point?" Li Canghai said impatiently.
"That's right, he's just a commoner making empty boasts. What can he possibly achieve in the future? There's no need to take it to heart." Yun Tianlong also advised.
"Look at how little backbone you have," Liu Guyi directly expressed disdain towards Jian Hengtian.
"None of your business!"
"Arguing with a commoner shows how little ability you have. You still want me to dress up in front of you? Disgusting!"
"Humph, I can't be bothered with you..."
Once again, arguing could be heard between Liu Guyi and Jian Hengtian inside the hall.
At this moment, after walking around Bai'er City, Yi Feng had tried the recruitment points of several sects.
But no sect dared to accept him.
"Is it really impossible to join a sect?"
Yi Feng's face was full of disappointment.
However, just as Yi Feng was wondering if he should just give up and be a good-for-nothing for the rest of his life, an abrupt voice came from the side.
"Young man, although your talent is poor, your state of mind is calm. With persistent sculpting, you can still be considered a talent. Do you want to join my Qingniu Sect?"
A scrawny old man was smiling at Yi Feng.
"Oh?" Yi Feng's eyes lit up.
Is this light appearing in the darkness?
But he remained vigilant, afraid of being cheated.
So he suppressed the excitement in his heart and gently asked, "Is your Qingniu Sect a cultivator's sect?"
The old man stood with hands behind his back, puffing out his chest slightly.
"Are you certified by authorities?" Yi Feng asked again.
"Naturally, an orthodox and reputable sect."
The old man said elegantly, "Moreover, my Qingniu Sect has a very impressive background. Our sect founder is the Martial King Powerhouse Wang Qingniu, who is quite famous."
"Martial King Powerhouse!"
Yi Feng couldn't help being shocked.
It sounds quite credible. And that Martial King title also sounds very impressive!
"May I ask who you are?"
Yi Feng asked softly again.
"I am the third Qingniu Sect leader, Zhu Shiguang!" The old man held his head high.
"So you're Sect Leader Zhu."
Yi Feng quickly bowed in greeting and tentatively asked, "I presume that Sect Leader Zhu is also quite powerful. May I ask if you've attained the Martial Spirit realm?"
Having said that, Yi Feng scrutinized Zhu Shiguang.
He knew that there's no free lunch and worried that he would be tricked into forced labor in an extremely weak sect.
So he naturally needed to get clear.
"This sect leader has just reached the Martial Spirit realm." Zhu Shiguang stood with hands behind his back, looking rather proud.
Hearing this, Yi Feng's eyes lit up instantly.
Back then, he had witnessed the might of a Martial Spirit expert in Nan Sha. Since Zhu Shiguang had reached the Martial Spirit realm, this sect should be quite good.
"So you also have a rough understanding of our sect. Do you have any interest in joining us?" Zhu Shiguang looked at Yi Feng and slowly asked.
"Sure, I'll join. Greetings to you, sect leader."
Yi Feng hurriedly saluted.
Upon hearing this, Zhu Shiguang raised an eyebrow, his face full of ecstasy.
I finally managed to trick one.
At this moment, Zhu Shiguang's eyes directly moistened.
Because every sect in the Immortal River Continent had to meet various requirements to operate, not to mention the qualifications for founding a sect. Certified sects also needed annual assessments.
The assessment standards also varied according to their grades.
Sect grades ranged from one to nine, with first grade being the strongest and ninth grade the weakest.
For a ninth-grade sect, the minimum requirement was to maintain at least one hundred disciples within the sect, and attract at least ten fresh disciples every year.
In its heyday under the leadership of Martial King Powerhouse Wang Qingniu, my Qingniu Sect had developed into an eighth-grade sect.
But gradually declined and been demoted to ninth grade. Now the entire sect has only a few dozen people, and can't even maintain ninth grade, so we're facing dissolution soon.
That's why as the sect leader I came down the mountain myself to recruit.
Who knew the competition nowadays would be so intense that even disciples with a little talent could enter the Four Great Sects. As a small sect, we couldn't even get the soup.
So I could only trick some commoners to fill the quota.
What was even more vexing was that even the commoners were unwilling to join my declining Qingniu Sect. Since the locals were aware that we were facing dissolution soon.
Thankfully, heaven helps the earnest!
Now with Yi Feng, plus some relatives and friends, my Qingniu Sect should just meet the requirements for the upcoming sect assessment.
But I absolutely can't let this kid know about my sect's awkward situation, or he might run away. I know a few others I tricked earlier fled right after joining.