Chapter 302 Recruiting disciples officially begins
"Look at what's written on it. If you don't cancel the contract, you can go to the police station and have some tea."
"Notice from a public official?! Chen Xing, don't think you can terminate the contract by forging a piece of paper. This has no legal effect."
"Whether it has legal effect or not is up to the state to decide, not you. You can go to the official website to check the public list. I'll give you this paper. Anyway, I have an electronic version and can print countless copies.
Unlike you, you will never be able to enter this department. Hold on to your contract and accompany your financial sponsor. I won't accompany you!"
After saying that, Chen Xing pushed the agent's shoulder away and left, secretly clenching his fists in his heart: It feels so good, so good, I finally got rid of this group of corrupt scum.
The obedient little white rabbit turned into a fierce tiger, which frightened the agent: "It sounds so real. Well, the official seal on this paper also looks real."
Looking at the familiar official seal on the paper, he knew that in their industry, the people who dealt with national laws were the most diligent. The shape of the seal had been deeply engraved in his mind.
"Oh my god, there really is Chen Xing's name. It can't be the same Chen Xing. What department is this? The National Cultivation Department!
So Chen Xing really wants to be a cultivator, and he may even become a god in the future!"
The agent suddenly felt dizzy, his legs weak, and he couldn't stand steadily: "I hope I won't be retaliated against."
Later, the contract was terminated very smoothly. The brokerage company did not dare to compete with the state for people, and naturally, it did not have to pay breach of contract fees.
The little boys and girls who were fans of Chen Xing learned for the first time that their idol announced his retirement because he passed the civil service exam. They looked down at the scores on their test papers and were too embarrassed to say that they were fans of Chen Xing.
He studied hard and used his achievements to prove his fan status, which also triggered a wave of showing off his achievements. After retiring, Chen Xing became more popular than before and became an insurmountable legend in the entertainment industry.
In Poyun Continent.
Today is the day when Lingshan Sect is recruiting disciples. Not only cultivators without any sect or school, mortals who have not yet embarked on the journey of cultivation, but also people from other sects who come to inquire about the news.
Looking at the row of flower baskets in the sect and the unobstructed passageway leading upward, he was puzzled: "What do you think the Lingshan Sect is, a small sect that suddenly emerged?"
And it also revealed a strange and bizarre feeling: "Why do we need to place colorful flower baskets when recruiting disciples? Are we only recruiting effeminate female disciples?"
"If those hot-tempered female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect knew what you said, they would be in trouble. I don't know what kind of elixir they have taken recently. Instead of trying to please me, they are using their fists to speak."
The male cultivator who was speaking touched his face, which had no scars, and it seemed that the pain was still there: "Hiss~ You are so cruel!"
"Stop talking, stop talking." His companion tugged at his sleeve, looking nervous, lowering his voice, and kept winking at him.
The male cultivator turned his head and smiled awkwardly, "Good sister, this is the best place to watch. I'll give it to you. We'll leave now."
Before the other party could reply, he rolled and crawled, disappearing in a puff of smoke.
"Squeak."
"How could we have eaten them when they looked so ugly?"
A sister in purple shook her head, as if she had swallowed a fly.
"If it weren't for Sister Xinrui's guidance, I would have never thought that I could practice like this."
The yellow-robed female cultivator nodded in agreement and looked at the blue-robed female cultivator, Xinrui, beside her with admiration.
She is the one who plays the same flying chess game as Lin Xinhuan and Jin Yuanbao. She is the vicious female supporting role who loves the male protagonist but cannot get him and has been creating obstacles in their relationship.
She was rescued by He Tinghao in a secret place and fell in love with him at first sight. She was keen on setting traps for Yao Yuner, the person He Tinghao loved.
But she is not as stubborn as Xuanyuan Wenqin. She only appears in a few scenes, trying to pretend that Yao Yun'er was killed by a tide of beasts, but she was discovered by the clever heroine.
The attempt to steal a chicken ended up with nothing but loss of rice, and he himself fell into a tide of beasts, without even his body being found.
But after entering the vast secret realm, it was not like falling in love with He Tinghao as written in the book. In that game, Lin Xinhuan was deeply shocked: "It turns out that female cultivators don't have to rely on male cultivators? They can shock the cultivators by themselves!"
Can a female cultivator really become such a being?
Although women in Poyun Continent can cultivate immortality, they are influenced by the feudal system of the mortal world, or the male rulers do not want women to rise up. The idea promoted has always been that women cannot compare with men in cultivation, and women have to rely on men to obtain resources and ascend to become immortals.
Over time, female cultivators become less and less confident in their own cultivation and will not take the initiative to practice. If they lose in a duel with male cultivators, they will comfort themselves: women are inherently weaker than men, this is normal, let the male cultivator protect me, cultivation level is not important.
Among the sects with the largest number of female cultivators in Poyun Continent, the Hehuan Sect has the most serious tradition of female weakness. From what Xinrui could see, once they arrived at an environment, they would unconsciously seek protection from male cultivators. This was even more true for the other female cultivators in the Hehuan Sect.
For a women's sect, the person in charge is actually a male cultivator. No wonder the female cultivators cannot establish themselves.
Xinrui came out of the Flying Chess game field and stood there for a long time, looking at her hands, not knowing what she was thinking.
Because she only had one admission ticket and could stay in the vast secret realm for a maximum of 7 days, Xinrui rushed into the game training ground frantically and began to try to pass the game by herself without relying on the male cultivator.
When she first encountered danger, her mind went blank and she subconsciously softened her voice to ask for help from the male practitioners around her. Then, the image of everyone being frightened by Lin Xinhuan flashed through her mind, and her cries for help stopped abruptly.
Each game made her think more and become stronger. She realized that women can practice cultivation, and God has given men and women equal things. Why do people always say that women are weak? Female cultivators and male cultivators are on the same status!
With the treasures they won, they secretly connected with female cultivators of the same will and quietly developed their own power.
The Hehuan Sect is undergoing a change, and the Poyun Continent is also changing.
This time, she heard that the leader of Lingshan Sect was actually a female cultivator, so she came over to take a look. Unexpectedly, it was the person she admired, the enlightenment of the Rebirth from the Ashes Sect.
She named this group of awakened female cultivators the "Rebirth from the Ashes Sect", which shows her great ambition.
There were a large number of outsiders, but no one approached the sect gate. The smile was about to fall off as he received the gold ingot for the first level of the sect. Yachi Mosuo said, "Why is there no one coming forward? How long should I wait? It's a pity that I didn't use the scissors at that time, so I became the last person to choose the level position."
Accepting everyone's gazes, I just wanted to chop off the hand that dropped the stone that day!
"What kind of event is this guy holding here? Why are there so many people?"
The onlookers who did not dare to join the crowd could only stand at the outermost edge of the crowd, standing on tiptoe, stretching their necks, and looking inside through the gaps in the crowd.
At this time, a question as soft as a gossamer came, and he answered it enthusiastically without turning around.
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