God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

The whole morning passed without seeing a single person.

I had been expecting things to get better in the afternoon, but contrary to my expectations, the situation in the afternoon was exactly the same as in the morning. The entrance was so deserted that it could be described as "empty and deserted".

Night falls and the day goes by.

Hong Zun, Zhao Zhengping and Xu Jie were in a spacious hall, each with a gloomy face, as ugly as a dark cloud.

Xu Jie spoke even more worriedly.

"Master, what should we do? Is our Daoyi Immortal Sect so unwelcome?"

Hong Zun frowned, thought for a moment, and then spoke slowly.

"In my opinion, our Daoyi Immortal Sect is not well-known in the Immortal World. In this case, we might as well improve the treatment we offer when recruiting disciples. Perhaps this will attract more young and promising cultivators to join us."

You know, in this fiercely competitive world of cultivating immortals, if your own sect does not have sufficient reputation to support it, it can only rely on more favorable treatment conditions to recruit talents.

After all, for those young monks who are eager to improve their cultivation, abundant cultivation resources are undoubtedly extremely attractive.

Thinking of this, Hong Zun couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope in his heart, and he secretly thought that even if no one was interested now, as long as there were attractive enough treatment in front of them, there would always be a few young people who dared to try and were willing to join the Daoyi Immortal Sect.

After hearing what Hong Zun said, Zhao Zhengping and Xu Jie looked at each other and nodded slightly in agreement.

At this moment, it seems that there is no other more effective way except this method.

The next morning, the sun shone through the clouds, casting golden rays.

Carrying the newly formulated promotional content, Zhao Zhengping immediately found the group of independent cultivators he had contacted before.

He handed the flyer in his hand to everyone and introduced to them in detail the latest disciple treatment policy of the Daoyi Immortal Sect.

However, what Zhao Zhengping had not expected was that these casual cultivators, who were usually quite efficient in their work, were all stunned after listening to his story, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

One of the casual cultivators widened his eyes, stared at Zhao Zhengping, and asked in confusion.

"Master Immortal, what you said about the treatment of disciples... is it true?"

Zhao Zhengping smiled slightly, nodded affirmatively and replied.

"Of course it's absolutely true."

As soon as he finished speaking, another casual cultivator couldn't wait to ask.

"Then do independent cultivators like us have the opportunity to join your sect and become formal disciples?"

"No problem, as long as you can pass the sect entrance examination successfully."

Zhao Zheng looked calmly at the group of ugly-looking people in front of him. He felt helpless in his heart and could not muster the slightest interest in them.

However, at this moment he still needed the help of these people to handle some matters, so he just responded casually.

Hearing this, the group of casual cultivators were immediately excited and nodded in agreement, saying that they would do their best to publicize the matter.

Seeing their positive attitude, Zhao Zhengping finally showed a barely perceptible smile on his face, and then nodded slightly to show that he was quite satisfied.

Then, as if he remembered something, he began to encourage everyone.

"You must work hard. If you can do this well, when it comes time for the sect entrance examination, I will report to the sect master and ask him to appropriately lower some of the standards and requirements for you."

"Yes, Master. Thank you for your kindness. We will not let you down."

Everyone responded in unison, their tone filled with gratitude.

Zhao Zhengping waved his hand gently and said lightly.

"Okay, go get busy."

Afterwards, he watched these wandering cultivators leave.

After these people walked away, Zhao Zhengping turned around and returned to his own house, sitting quietly in the main hall waiting for visitors.

Time passed by minute by minute, and before I knew it, more than an hour had passed.

As the whole morning was about to pass, there was still no sign of anyone showing up. Xu Jie standing by seemed to have gotten used to it and didn't look surprised.

Just when the two were about to give up hope, they suddenly saw a gorgeously dressed woman walking in from outside, followed by a young boy who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Excuse me, is this Daoyi Xianzong?"

As soon as she stepped through the door, the woman couldn't wait to ask.

Her voice sounded a little anxious, and seemed to be full of anticipation and anxiety.

Hearing the question, Xu Jie slowly raised his head, looked at the woman in front of him, nodded, and responded.

"Yes, this is Daoyi Sect. May I ask if you two are..."

Before he finished speaking, the woman stepped forward and said with a smile on her face.

"Oh, hello, Master. Today I have specially brought my son to participate in your sect's life-saving entrance examination. My child wants to become a disciple of your sect. He has admired your sect for a long time and has been thinking about it day and night."

As the woman spoke, she began to praise the various advantages of the Daoyi Immortal Sect incessantly, as if she was afraid that she could not say enough to express her inner admiration.

However, just as she was about to continue her long speech of flattery, Xu Jie's expression suddenly became a little strange, and he raised his hand to interrupt her.

"Wait a minute, please wait a moment."

After saying that, he walked straight to the young man standing next to the woman.

The young man was thin and looked a little timid.

At this moment, under Xu Jie's gaze, he seemed to be unaware of anything and let the snot slowly flow out of his nostrils, about to flow into his mouth.

Seeing this, Xu Jie was shocked and subconsciously took a breath of cold air.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, the boy sucked hard, and the snot that was about to flow into his mouth was sucked back instantly.

This scene made Xu Jie's scalp tingle. He turned his head and looked at the woman with a complicated expression. After hesitating for a moment, he asked.

"Sister-in-law, your son may be mentally handicapped, right?"

To put it nicely, he is mentally retarded; to put it bluntly, he is an idiot.

In response, the woman smiled awkwardly.

"Master, you don't know this. Although my son is indeed a little mentally handicapped, he has good talent and has been smart since he was young."

Ok? ? ?

After hearing this, Xu Jie's face turned dark. Are you treating me like your son?

This person has no intelligence at all, let alone talent. What does this have to do with talent?

If you give this person who can eat his own snot a manual, can he understand it? I'm afraid he can't even recognize all the characters. What kind of immortal is this?