Chapter 1 It's not easy to be the leader

"Huh? This game is quite interesting."

Lin Fan was amazed. "At the beginning, it was a declining sect, with a lack of successors. It was all supported by a few old guys. The disciples were all money-losing goods, either with mediocre talents or short-lived. The family assets were almost squandered and they were on the verge of extinction."

"Players take on the role of the new sect leader and save the sect from danger."

"And we can't just give up. There's a small 'test' every year and a big 'test' every ten years? The test could be an invasion by foreign enemies, a visit from enemies, a demon from outside the domain, or even a meteorite falling from the sky. Those who can't make it through...huh?"

After reading the game introduction and understanding the general gameplay, Lin Fan found it more and more interesting.

"With a little bit of publicity, there shouldn't be no one playing this kind of game. Why is it that after a year online, all the data is zero?"

“Are you bankrupt and have no money for advertising?”

"Then let me be the first one to try it out. If the game is good, I'll arrange a match for you~"

Lin Fan is a game UP host.

He has played at least 8,000 games, and completed more than 3,000 games. Because of his fun and humorous video style, he has more than 3 million fans. He is doing quite well in this circle.

The only drawback is that this guy once publicly and loudly announced that he would never promote products.

Now I kind of regret it...

Other UP hosts with hundreds of thousands of fans already have luxury houses, luxury cars, and beautiful young models, but my income is barely at a comfortable level.

bite.

Download and installation completed.

Lin Fan opened the game, and the next second, everything went dark before his eyes.

"Fuck, this game is poisonous!!!"

"I haven't deleted my browsing history and study materials yet!!!"

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"Sect Master, Sect Master?"

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Swish!

Lin Fan turned over and stood up, cursing, "Fuck you... huh?!"

He was confused.

"This is?"

Everything around me is too strange.

And what the hell is this old man standing beside my bed, with white hair and beard but a ruddy face? !

Suddenly, I had a splitting headache.

Memories flooded into my mind.

Lin Fan was stunned.

“Fuck!”

He cursed.

It seems like I have traveled through time!

This is the Lan Yue Sect, which was once a first-rate sect in the southwestern region of the Xianwu Continent. However, it has been lacking successors over the years and has now fallen to a third-rate force.

At the peak of his career, he had over 10 million disciples and over 10,000 sacred mountains. How high-spirited and ambitious he was!

Even once competed with the Holy Land, although he was almost defeated by them...

But at least I have been tough before!

But now, there is only one hill left, and not a fraction of the former territory remains, as the rest have long been taken away.

Even so, it is only because the few existing old guys have some abilities, otherwise they can't even keep this last bit of family fortune, let alone a third-rate sect, I'm afraid the Taoist tradition will be destroyed!

The unlucky guy that he traveled to was also called Lin Fan, and he had just taken over as the leader of the Lanyue Sect yesterday.

His cultivation is not that great, and his talent is not that great either.

The reason why he was able to become the sect leader was entirely because a few old guys were unwilling to take the blame.

To use the words that Lin Fan overheard, "The demise of the Lanyue Sect is a foregone conclusion, and it is almost impossible to change it. If I become the Sect Master, and the Lanyue Sect is destroyed in my hands, how can I face the ancestors of the sect in the afterlife?"

"So, even if the Lanyue Sect is destroyed, it cannot be destroyed in my hands..."

The five elders, five old fellows, are all cultivators in the fourth realm of "Dongtian". Their cultivation is not weak, at least it is pretty good among the third-rate sects, but their ideas are unprecedentedly consistent.

This also made Lin Fan's mouth twitch wildly.

The realms of cultivators in the Xianwu Continent are divided into: Kaixuan, Ningyuan, Xuanyuan, Dongtian, Zhixuan, Zhiming, Hedao, Poxu and Dengxian.

Open the mysterious door of the physical body, condense the vital energy of heaven and earth, transform the vital energy into the mysterious energy and gather it inside the mysterious door, and then open the caves of the five internal organs. Going one step further, you will comprehend the Tao. All kinds of mysteries can be gathered at the fingertips, which is called finger mystery.

Afterwards, he understood his destiny, followed the great Dao, broke through the void, and finally reached the fairyland.

Each realm is divided into nine small realms, often called the nine levels, and some people like to call it the XXth, such as the eighth mysterious gate, the ninth cave heaven, and so on.

Memories continued to flood back, but Lin Fan became more speechless.

I am just a rookie in the Condensation Realm, and I have just entered the Condensation Realm.

These old fellows in the Cave Heaven Realm can kill me with just one finger, and they are all "ancestors" of my generation!

So they don't want to be the suzerain and want me to be the one?

Is there anyone so fucking stupid?

What's even more fucked up is...I'm actually the most talented disciple among the current generation, no, I should say the most talented disciple among the past three generations!

A handsome young man of twenty, in the Condensation Stage, his talent is not that "superb", but just average. Even with this, he is already the best of three generations???

Oh, okay, there were people in the previous two generations who were more talented than me, but they all died.

Not one left.

Lin Fan: “…”

The current generation of disciples, um, there are only seven left. Apart from myself, it seems... they are all garbage, complete garbage, the kind that may not even be able to live a reasonable life.

It seems that it is indeed difficult for them to become the sect leader.

It was not until this moment that Lin Fan finally realized how complete this so-called "gap between the old and the new" was.

Pick any second-rate sect, and you’ll find that its disciples are more numerous and stronger than those of the Lan Yue Sect!

Lin Fan was filled with thoughts.

But from the perspective of the great elder Su Xinghai, he seemed to be in a daze, and could not help but remind him: "Master, the sun is already high in the sky, why don't you hurry up and find a way to recruit more disciples, carry forward our Lanyue Sect, and restore its former glory?"

"Young people should not be negligent!"

Lin Fan felt as if ten thousand alpacas were galloping through his mind, but he finally sighed helplessly: "Okay, Great Elder, you go down first. I will think of a solution first."

"Time waits for no one, Master, we all believe in you!"

"You can definitely lead us back to our former glory!!"

"By then, our Lanyue Sect will have tens of millions of disciples and tens of thousands of sacred mountains. You, the Sect Master, will be a giant in the Xianwu Continent. Everyone who sees you will have to show you respect. All the fairies, who dares not obey you if you take a fancy to them?"

The Great Elder left, but his face was full of a 'shit dad' expression.

Lin Fan made him roll his eyes.

He is making empty promises!!!

Still on CPU!

The most important thing is that he is always so dishonest!

Su Xinghai is gone.

Lin Fan rubbed his brows, feeling overwhelmed.

"Travel through time, and it happens to be exactly the same as the game description. Is it a problem with the game that forced me to travel through time, or did I get an electric shock and become a vegetable or something? Is all this just a dream and fantasy?"

He tried pinching his thigh and it hurt.

“···”

"Well, no matter what the situation is, just treat it as a real time travel, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with."

Lin Fan sighed.

What if it's true? If I give up, wouldn't it be a disaster?

He still remembered the introduction of the game. There would be at least one small crisis every year, a big crisis every ten years, and a world-destroying crisis every hundred years. There would be an ellipsis after a thousand years, but anyone could tell that it would definitely be stronger than a hundred years.

"Who the hell wants to travel to a place like this? I'm living a comfortable life on Earth. I can just shamelessly promote products. Even if I don't promote products, with my current financial resources, I can save poor young ladies who are barely clothed until they are 80 years old. I can do something different every day!"

"Coming to this damn place, it's like starting from hell, it's really..."

"Alas, the only benefit is perhaps that the maximum lifespan becomes longer?"

The Xianwu Continent is rich in spiritual energy, and the maximum lifespan of ordinary people is over 200 years, while that of those in the Nascent Soul Realm is around 500 years.

"That's assuming I can live that long. There's a crisis every year."

Lin Fan frowned and began to think about how to break the impasse.

As the old saying goes, life is like being forced. If you can't resist, then try to enjoy it.

"So, I have only one goal, to survive."

"And the prerequisite for survival is to make the sect stronger and make myself stronger at the same time."

"system?!"

Lin Fan tried to call upon the golden finger, but it was useless. After all his efforts, nothing happened.

"But I remember from the game introduction that as long as I develop the sect, I can become stronger, especially by recruiting disciples with talent ratings above A-level. I can share their talents and strengths..."

"So, whether I have traveled to the 'game' or not, perhaps I can judge from this point. I will accept a disciple with talent above A level and see my talent and strength. If it is true~"

“It’s a bummer!”

After finally sorting out his thoughts, Lin Fan couldn't help but complain: "Without the system, how can I know whose talent is above A level?"

The guy rubbed his head and almost pulled out all his hair.

For a long, long time.

This guy finally calmed down, sorted out the clues, and summed up certain rules based on his professional qualities and the countless fantasy novels he read in middle school...

"Since this is a fairy-tale or fantasy world with countless cultivators, there must be a child of destiny or a protagonist template, right?"

"I can't tell what level of talent they have, but I don't believe that someone with the protagonist template or even the destiny of the child of destiny can have poor talent!"

“So, let’s filter from this perspective.”

Lin Fan found paper and pen and started writing quickly.

"I remember that in three days the Lanyue Sect will open its doors to recruit disciples this year. Let's change the sect rules first!"

In the evening.

Lin Fan finally walked out of Lanyue Palace - which was actually the place where the sect master practiced and stayed.

Looking at the small sect, Lin Fan's face turned dark again.

The scene before my eyes is so different from the immortal sect I imagined.

A dilapidated hilltop, old, small and few buildings, and a deserted Zongmen Square...

It was at this time that the five elders started to come.

Lin Fan looked in the direction of the voice, but his gaze paused for a moment on the Second Elder Wu Xingyun.

There are five elders, three men and two women. The male elders all look like old men, while the women look young and beautiful. They look like mature beauties no matter how you look at them. Especially the second elder, Wu Xingyun, who is not only beautiful, but also has extraordinary wisdom.

"metropolitan."

"But have you thought of a way to promote our Lanyue Sect?"

Su Xinghai asked with a fist clasped.

Looking at this guy's 'sincere' eyes, Lin Fan's mouth twitched.

I want to swear!

You guys don't want to be the leader yourself, so why the hell let me do it? Why do you keep urging me?!

"cough."

He coughed dryly and said, "This sect master believes that the reason why our Lanyue Sect is in a state of transition and getting worse and worse is largely because there are problems with our system and sect rules."

"It just so happens that the day for accepting disciples is in three days, so this sect master has drawn up a new set of rules, you can take a look at it."

Lin Fan's hand trembled, and the "new rules" written densely in small characters floated in front of the five elders.

They looked at each other, and then all looked at it intently.

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The iron rule of accepting disciples:

1. Applicants with the surnames Xiao, Ye, Shi, and Lin will be given priority in admission.

2. Those who like to talk to themselves with objects such as rings will be given priority.

3. Those who have survived three or more disasters and whose fiancées have mysterious origins will be given priority for admission.

4. Priority will be given to those whose engagements have been broken off, geniuses who have passed away, or those whose parents have mysteriously disappeared.

5. Those who are targeted or harassed as soon as they arrive outside the mountain gate will be given priority in admission.

6. Those who like to have a mysterious smile on their lips and whose enemies also like to laugh at them will be directly designated as his direct disciples.

7. Those whose bones have been dug out and who are in imminent danger will be directly designated as direct disciples.

8. Those who are as timid as a mouse, extremely cautious, and keep saying that they will die, are directly designated as his personal disciples.

9. Those with changeable personalities, who may be male and female at times, will be directly designated as direct disciples.

ten,···

(End of this chapter)