"Are there any special rewards for being the first to beco a disciple? Besides the ten thousand points, obviously," Yuan inquired.
"I am not aware of any other rewards, but I am just a worker in the Bamboo Garden, so I don't know everything," Senior Zhou shook his head.
"Is that so? Anyway, I'll leave once I am ready to leave. Ten thousand points may seem like a lot at first, but if you consider that so things from the store cost millions of points, it's just a drop in the bucket. I'm sure there are ways to earn thousands of points with minimal effort once I beco a disciple."
Senior Zhou was left speechless.
"I have never left the Bamboo Garden, so I can't tell you if you're right or wrong, but if you don't want that ten thousand points, there's nothing I can do to force it on you."
With that, Senior Zhou turned around and walked away.
Once Senior Zhou left, Yuan returned to his routine.
anwhile, Lan Yingying continued spending all of her ti cultivating after fully morizing the cultivation technique.
Now that he was earning plenty of points, Yuan used so of them to help Lan Yingying with her quotas, paying for three months of quotas for her so that she could completely focus on her cultivation. A week later, Senior Zhou gathered the participants again. Those who had missed their quotas last week also missed another week, making that their third strike.
"Everyone on this list has missed their quotas three tis. Their quotas will be doubled for an entire year, and they will also be prohibited from cultivating during that ti. If they miss another quota, they will be executed."
Everyone there turned to look at Yuan, as he was the reason these people missed their quotas. However, Yuan didn't appear to have any pity for these people, who had threatened and attacked him out of greed.
After the announcent, Yuan approached Senior Zhou and asked, "Has anyone beco a disciple yet?"
"No, but it won't be much longer," he said. "In that case, I'll beco the first."
"Really?" Senior Zhou's eyes widened, pleasantly surprised to hear this.
"Yes, but give a few more minutes."
Before leaving, he spoke with Lan Yingying.
"You don't need to worry about . I have already begun cultivating, and since you've already paid for three months of quotas, I can focus on my cultivation. I'll co to you as soon as I beco a cultivator," Lan Yingying said to him.
Yuan nodded before turning to look at Yan Yiling and Bi Ziyan and speaking, "I'll leave her in your care."
"Don't worry, we won't let anyone bully her."
"We owe you, after all."
If Yuan hadn't shared so of his points with them, they'd still be struggling to morize the cultivation technique.
Yuan ended their conversation there and said to Senior Zhou, "I am ready to beco a disciple."
"Very well. Take this and inject your spiritual energy into it. It will take you to the Immortal Monastery." Senior Zhou handed him a jade talisman.
After accepting the jade talisman, Yuan infused it with his spiritual energy. In an instant, his body disappeared from Lan Yingying and the others' sight, leaving them staring at the now-empty space where he had stood.
In Yuan's eyes, his surroundings blurred and flickered for a brief mont, as though reality itself was shifting. When his vision cleared, he found himself standing before a large gate with the sign 'Immortal Monastry' grandly displayed above. "I see another have crawled out of the Bamboo Garden," a handso young man suddenly remarked, standing beside the gate. His gaze was filled with disdain, his expression almost mocking, as if he were looking at a beggar who had wandered into the wrong place.
"Although you've beco a cultivator and are technically a disciple of the Immortal Monastery, don't let it go to your head," the young man said firmly. "You're just soone who ca from the Bamboo Garden. You're not a real disciple in my eyes."
"Is that so?" Yuan calmly muttered, showing no sign of surprise at the awful treatnt. He had encountered the sa situation in the past as Tian Yang and knew what to expect.
Tian Yang had beco a disciple through the Bamboo Garden, one of several ways to join the sect. However, this thod was widely looked down upon by other disciples, especially those who entered through more proper avenues, such as entrance examinations or direct recruitnt by the sect.
The Bamboo Garden was generally reserved for individuals from ordinary backgrounds, typically those lacking the talent, resources, or connections needed to pursue the more proper and respected thods of joining the sect. As a result, disciples who ca from the Bamboo Garden were often viewed as inferior and bullied by their peers.
"If you want to survive in this place, you better walk with your head lowered and treat the real disciples as if they're your ancestors. Otherwise, you won't last long in this place."
"Thank you for the advice. I'll make sure to keep that in mind."
"Hmph."
The young man said nothing further, simply turning around and walking away, his disdainful deanor lingering in the air.
Once he was completely out of sight, Yuan's attention shifted to a small figure quickly approaching him from a distance. The person's hurried movents and slightly panicked expression imdiately caught Yuan's attention.
Unlike the young man clad in a disciple's uniform, the small figure wore the plain attire of a servant. Similar to the setup in the Bamboo Garden, the Immortal Monastery employed mortals to serve as servants, handling various mundane tasks to support the sect's daily operations.
As the figure drew closer, Yuan realized that the person only seed small due to a hunched back. In reality, it was an elderly man.
"I-I am sorry for greeting the Young Master so late! I didn't dare co out until—I an…"
"It's fine. I understand. That guy just now was very nacing, after all." Yuan showed a warm smile, catching the old man off-guard.
After snapping out of his daze, the old man straightened slightly—as much as his hunched back allowed—and introduced himself.
"This humble one's surna is Zhai," he said with a respectful tone. "I will be assisting you in settling into the sect."
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