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Chapter 117: Gacha Pitty, Recruiting Disciples - What Kind of Template is This? (Part 1)
Chapter 117: Gacha Pitty, Recruiting Disciples - What Kind of Template is This? (Part 1)
"Master, is it necessary to go this far?" Fan Jianqiang sighed.
"This matter, just let the other fellow disciples handle it. Why make me, the disciple, stick my neck out? You know, I..."
Lin Fan stared at him without saying a word.
Fan Jianqiang: "..."
"Fine, fine. I'll go then."
"Alas, the five elders are all injured, and Master Sister is refining pills. I'm the only one left, right?"
"What else can I do?"
Lin Fan spread his hands.
It wouldn't do to have the Sect Master himself take charge, would it?
That would be too uncool.
Nowadays, the Moonseizing Sect in this 'small corner of the world' still had some reputation, especially after the battle with the two major families. Although the Liu Family was the main force, the fame of the Moonseizing Sect gradually spread.
Even though it was only a third-rank sect, it could contend with second-rank powers! Moreover, there were several Great Powerhouses within the sect, albeit temporarily, which was already astonishing.
Many came to pay respects to the sect!
Looking out, there were tens of thousands of people.
As the Sect Master, Lin Fan had to maintain some level of prestige.
It wasn't about showing off but giving these potential disciples a little 'fantasy'.
Otherwise...
They might look down on you instead.
As it happened, the five elders were all healing, Xiao Ling'er was busy refining pills, and only Fan Jianqiang, the six mascots, and Liu Xin Yue, the inner disciples, were barely usable.
So, Lin Fan let Fan Jianqiang take the lead and be in charge of 'recruitment'.
The mascots and inner disciples would assist.
Lin Fan was quite at ease with this arrangement.
However, it also made him realize a problem.
"The generational gap within the sect is still too severe."
"I've already obtained several protagonist templates, but for peerless talents like the Heaven's Pride, there's only Wang Teng. It's not suitable to reveal him yet."
"I hope... there will be some surprises this year?"
However~~~
Lin Fan was well aware that expecting surprises was difficult!
Ordinary talents and peerless talents were impossible to hide, and they had long been divided among the major powers. Even if they hadn't been divided up, he knew his own talent.
During the sect visitations, they would all go to those first-rank sects or holy lands~
Who would come to these remote places and join a third-rank sect?
Even second-rank sects would disdain it! In comparison, the protagonist templates were easier to 'scoop up'.
Especially the 'useless' and 'pseudo-useless' protagonist templates, before they obtained their cheat abilities, the major powers wouldn't even look at them.
Naturally, they would end up in these small places.
"Forget it, let's take it slow."
"Developing a sect isn't like eating or drinking; how can it possibly reach a perfect state in such a short time?"
"As long as we develop normally, I think, at most, after another ten or eight years, it should be about right."
"On this grand occasion of opening the sect gates, let's just consider it as recruiting ordinary inner and outer disciples. If we want protagonist templates, we'll have to search for them slowly."
"Also..."
"I hope the rewards after this crisis will be more powerful."
"Another protagonist template?"
He scanned with his Divine Sense.
Fan Jianqiang had already started his preparations.
"He's actually... preparing exam papers?"
"A written test?"
Lin Fan was taken aback but then shook his head and smiled, "That's right, it's his style. This guy probably won't show his face."
"Just relying on the exam to pick out the templates."
"As for the rest..."
"Just follow the sect rules."
......
"So many people."
"There must be tens of thousands!"
"The Moonseizing Sect has truly grown."
"Whether it's grown or not, I don't know, but I've heard that the Moonseizing Sect now has three Great Powerhouses. Even many second-rank sects don't have such strength!"
"Nonsense, who doesn't know that?"
"But, wanting to enter such an immortal sect will undoubtedly be extremely difficult..."
A large number of disciples gathered on the five spirit mountains of the outer sect, eagerly watching the Moonseizing Sect disciples around them, seeing their spirit energy exceptionally robust, they couldn't help but feel envious and anticipatory.
If they could enter the sect...
They would also have such immortal bearing, right?
Among them, there were ordinary mortals.
There were also some with backgrounds, some with significant backgrounds, and some who had already stepped into the path of cultivation.
But no matter their identity, at this moment, in the Moonseizing Sect, they were all treated equally.
At noon, among the six mascots, Zuo Qingqing took charge of logistics, while the other five went to the five outer mountains.
"The assessment begins!"
They patted their storage bags, and numerous pens and papers flew out."
"Due to the large number of people, our sect's disciple recruitment rules have some changes this year. The first round of assessment is a written test!"
"You all need to answer independently, and then, we will announce the results based on the written test content."
"Those who can't read can ask our outer sect disciples for help and have them answer on your behalf."
"The time limit is one hour. Begin!"
A written test?
The assessment for entering an immortal sect was a written exam?
Everyone was a bit dazed.
It was unheard of!
Lin Fan smiled wryly and scanned with his divine sense, immediately understanding the content of the exam paper.
Question 1: Name, origin, and background.
Question 2: Are your parents still alive?
Question 3: Have you ever faced life-threatening situations? If so, how many times? Please provide a detailed answer.
Question 4: Do you have a fiancee? If so, please introduce her in detail—important.
Question 5: ...
...
Question 10: Write the 'March of the Volunteers' from memory. This question cannot be answered by a proxy, and if you can't write but know how to, you may report to the examiners separately.
Good heavens!
After scanning through the divine sense, Lin Fan exclaimed in surprise.
This little rascal, Gou Sheng, knew how to play.
In this day and age, who among the transmigrators didn't have a cheat ability?
It made sense.
"So~"
"Let's wait and see."
Hey.
Lin Fan paid attention to everyone with his divine sense, observing if there were any protagonist templates that met the disciple recruitment code while also waiting for the written test results.
Within the vast library, Fan Jianqiang abruptly stood up.
In the Moonseizing Sect, Lin Fan's eyes shone with anticipation.
"Bring him here!" he instructed Fan Jianqiang, who promptly set off. "Yes, Master."
At the third mountain of the outer sect.
The boy was escorted away, leaving the onlookers with furrowed brows.
Most of them had already reached the last question, but what was this "March of the Volunteers"? They had never heard of it!
While they were somewhat familiar with various melodies, none had any recollection of the "March of the Volunteers."
"Have any of you heard this song before?"
"Never!"
"I come from a family of musicians and have explored various musical styles, but I've never heard this song."
"What is the Volunteer Army?"
"Well..."
"None of us have heard it? But the fact that the boy was taken away directly proves the importance of this song!"
At that moment, someone raised their hand and spoke up, "Examiner, I object!"
"This 'March of the Volunteers' must be a local folk tune. Is it too frivolous to use it as an examination standard?"
"Could it be that those born in that region receive preferential treatment?"
"If so, it's too unfair!"
At this moment, Murong Pipa was in charge of the third mountain. He followed the voice and looked over, his expression unchanged, his demeanor cold. "Are you questioning our sect?"
"Our sect has its reasons for using this question."
"If you're not satisfied, you can leave the mountain."
"If you continue to disrupt the examination..."
"Don't blame me for personally intervening and throwing you out!"
The crowd was startled.
They had been about to join in the commotion, but upon hearing these words, they could only smile bitterly.
The vast majority had no idea how to answer the last question.
However, some thought they were clever, believing it might be a 'courage test', and they could score points by answering, even if it was made up.
Each of them displayed their unique abilities.
Lin Fan, on the other hand, was filled with anticipation.
Another time traveler! He wondered what template this person followed. As long as it wasn't one of those templates that had wronged him, he could accept it.
A moment later, Fan Jianqiang arrived with others.
"This is the Sect Master of our Moonseizing Sect," Fan Jianqiang introduced. "What's your name?"
"Zhu Rourong."
He picked up the exam paper and pointed to the name he had written.
"This name..."
Lin Fan thought of Huang Feihong's disciple: "Good, you're lucky!"
Yes, his surname wasn't Tang, nor was it Guyue, or even Long. It wasn't Ye Liang, Chen Bei, or any of those names that carried their own aura of glory.
"You can sing the 'March of the Volunteers'?"
"Yes."
Zhu Rourong's expression turned solemn.
At this moment, he wasn't sure what was going on.
Was the person before him of the same origin as him?
Or...
Did he possess the ability to 'prophesy', and the prophecy told him to find someone who could sing the 'March of the Volunteers', just like how prophecies told people to find someone with three moles on their face?
"Let's hear it!"
Lin Fan suppressed his excitement.
Zhu Rourong took a deep breath: "Arise..."
"People who refuse to be slaves!"
"
"Let our flesh and blood..."
"...
(PS: The entire text must be recited!)
"Forward! Forward! Forward! Go!"
Zhu Rourong sang with utmost seriousness, his voice hoarse and roaring.
He nearly exhausted all his strength.
To Lin Fan, it seemed more like he was venting his dissatisfaction, releasing his anger and various emotions.
After finishing the song, he even went limp and collapsed on the ground.
"I'm done singing."
Zhu Rourong chuckled self-deprecatingly: "Now we can talk openly, right?"
"You, or should I say you all..."
"What exactly are you?"
"Probably..." Lin Fan stroked his chin and smiled, "Most likely, we're from the same place."
"Same place?!"
Zhu Rourong was startled, then blurted out, "Were you also crushed to death by a sow?!"
Lin Fan and Fan Jianqiang were both shocked.
"What?!"
"Umm..."
Zhu Rourong realized what he had said, his face turning red. He quickly added, "I just said that, cough, I definitely wasn't crushed by a sow."
"I was drinking, and then, um..."
"I..."
"Fine."
In the end, he couldn't argue and could only sigh, "Let me introduce myself. I'm a graduate student in agricultural science. After graduation, I worked at a pig farm. The work wasn't glamorous, but the pay was decent."
"But my girlfriend complained that I always smelled like pig manure, so she left me for someone who drove a 'Benz'."
"I was furious. One night, I was drunk and somehow ended up in the pigsty with a bottle of wine, drinking with the sow."
"Then I blacked out."
"Maybe I died of intoxication, or maybe I was crushed by the sow. Who knows?"
"After that, I woke up in this ghostly place."
"According to the TV shows over there, I guess you could say I time-traveled?"
"Time-traveled, huh? And I'm an orphan here."
"My future is uncertain, and even finding a decent job is difficult. Moreover, I witnessed a cultivator..."
"I saw a cultivator slaughter an entire village!"
"So, I decided to try joining a sect."
"If I can enter and become a cultivator, I might have a chance. If not..."
"I might have to give up."
In the face of danger, Zhu Rougeng sighed helplessly.
When two people from the same hometown meet, their eyes well up with tears.
He had nothing else to say, so he directly shared his entire experience, then looked at Lin Fan and the others expectantly. "We're all from the same hometown. You guys aren't some kind of 'villains,' right?"
"Can you please take me in? I can do anything, I'm not afraid of hard work or exhaustion!"
"As long as I have enough food to eat and can be assured that no one will arbitrarily kill me, that's enough."
"This world is too dangerous! There's no law and order!" Zhu Rougeng's voice grew more agitated as he spoke.
"Don't worry," Lin Fan tried to calm him down, but his mind was filled with doubts.
What kind of protagonist template is this? It doesn't fit at all!
Fan Jianqiang was also puzzled and asked, "After your transmigration, did you have any special experiences?"
"Like being abandoned by your fiancee or betrayed by your childhood friend, or being pushed off a cliff and targeted by others?"
"Huh?" Zhu Rougeng was taken aback.
"No?"
"Does constantly being hungry count?"
Lin Fan: "..."
Fan Jianqiang: "..."
They exchanged glances, even more confused.
What kind of template is this?
Isn't the transmigrator supposed to be the protagonist template?
However, they could tell that Zhu Rougeng wasn't lying. He was just an ordinary person without any cultivation base, making it impossible for him to lie without being noticed by them, unless he possessed some kind of system that could deceive even the heavens.
"Well, since we're all from the same hometown," Fan Jianqiang said thoughtfully, "let's cut to the chase and be straightforward."
"What's your golden finger?"
"Golden finger?"
"..."
"Haven't you read any online novels?"
"I prefer watching TV."
"!!!"
Alright then!
No wonder he seemed so 'honest' and 'simple,' having never read any novels.
Lin Fan scrutinized Zhu Rougeng up and down. "The so-called golden finger refers to something extraordinary, like a system, a strange treasure, an old man in your pocket, a pearl in your brain, or a book. In short, it's something that sets you apart from ordinary people."
"Oh?"
"Isn't it like the protagonist's golden finger in TV dramas?"
"..."
"I wish I had one, but I really don't. Otherwise, I wouldn't have ended up like this. Look at me; I'm so skinny my bones are showing."
"I used to be strong!"
He revealed his bony frame, looking pitifully thin.
A transmigrator who can't even eat his fill! And he hasn't even read any novels, so it's no wonder he couldn't explain it clearly.
Fan Jianqiang was baffled.
Lin Fan stroked his chin. "Since we're from the same hometown, I'll give you a full meal and a safe place to stay."
"But you should demonstrate your abilities, like what you can do or what your strengths are."
"Otherwise..."
"You understand."
"Even though I'm the Sect Master, I can't let people talk behind my back, right?"
"I understand." Zhu Rougeng scratched his head. "But when it comes to strengths... I really don't know."
"Does postpartum care for sows count?"
"And also scientific feed formulation and supplementary feeding for pigs."
"Vaccination work, medication, sow uterus cleaning, weaning care..."
"I know all of these!"
"I studied pig farming in graduate school."
"I had a high specialization score, and my mentor praised me, saying I was the most outstanding student he had taught in many years! Within three months of entering the pig farm, I solved numerous problems and was directly appointed as the manager by the boss."
"My monthly salary was 20,000."
He boasted, "It's not just me bragging, but if I had a pig farm, I could run it by myself, as long as there aren't too many pigs."
"However, without vaccines, treating illnesses might be more challenging, and we'd have to rely on herbal medicine."
"Hmm.
(End of Chapter)
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