Longevity: Start by practicing the ruthless way

A senior brother put one hand behind his back and said, "The so-called sect competition is to gather all the disciples in the sect and have them fight each other. The winners and losers will be ranked, and then the sect will give different rewards based on the rankings."

Another senior brother continued, "The sect competition is held every five years. Anyone interested can sign up to participate, but their cultivation level must be below the Foundation Establishment stage. After all, the sect's main purpose is to use this method to increase the enthusiasm of ordinary disciples for cultivation and cultivate a resilient mindset."

Gu Chi probably understood what he heard and asked, "Then may I ask, Senior Brother, what are the rewards for different rankings?"

"The reward for those who finish within the top 1,000 is 300 sect contribution points, two fasting pills, and two Qi training pills."

"The reward for those who finish within the top 500 is 700 sect contribution points, four fasting pills, and three Qi training pills."

"If you have the chance to make it into the top 100, you'll receive 1,000 sect contribution points, 10 Fasting Pills, and 8 Qi Training Pills. If you perform well enough, you'll even have a chance to be accepted as a disciple by an elder."

"If you can make it into the top ten, not only will you receive two thousand sect contribution points and a top-grade Xuan-level spiritual weapon, but you will also be directly promoted to an inner disciple and can choose your favorite elder to become his disciple."

Hearing this, Gu Chi showed a puzzled look and asked, "Does our Heming Sect also have the distinction between outer and inner sects?"

She knew that some sects would divide their disciples into outer sects, inner sects, and personal disciples, but she had just learned that the Heming Sect also had inner and outer sects.

"Of course there is a distinction between inner and outer gates, otherwise it would be a mess," said a senior brother.

Gu Chi still couldn't understand and scratched his head, "But doesn't our Heming Sect have five halls? Every new disciple has to choose a hall to join, and each has its own responsibilities. Isn't this a good way to distinguish their status?"

In her opinion, it has been divided into five halls, and with the addition of the inner and outer gates, it seems even more chaotic, right?

"It's different. After you choose a hall to join, you are just given an identity label. Inner sect, outer sect and direct disciple are your identity levels in the sect. The higher the level, the more privileges you will be given." A senior brother patiently explained to Gu Chi.

Another senior brother pointed at Gu Chi's waist badge and said, "If you are careful enough, you will find that some people in the sect have waist badges that are different from ours."

Upon hearing this, Gu Chi took off the token hanging from his waist, took it in his hand and examined it carefully, saying, "What's the difference?"

"The token of an outer disciple is made of brass and has a flat top and a pointed bottom."

"The tokens of inner disciples are made of gold or silver, and are pointed at both ends."

"The tokens of direct disciples are round and intricately carved from jade."

Several senior brothers spoke one after another, which surprised Gu Chi. She had indeed never observed these things seriously.

"Thank you, senior brothers, for clearing up my doubts." Gu Chi bowed.

"We are all from the same sect, you are too polite, Junior Sister."

After a few pleasantries, they turned the topic back to the sect competition. Gu Chi was initially tempted, thinking that as long as she could get into the top 500 and get 700 contribution points, she could leave. However, the next words of a senior brother were like pouring cold water on her.

"Junior sister, I'm afraid you don't know how many disciples we have in Heming Sect?"

"how many?"

One of the brothers held up five fingers and looked at her with a smile.

"Five thousand?"

The senior brother shook his head slightly.

"It can't be 50,000, right?" Gu Chi's face was full of disbelief, and even his voice was shaking.

The senior brother corrected him, "It's 55,000 people. That doesn't even include the inner disciples. If we include the inner disciples and the direct disciples of the elders, the number would be at least 60,000."

"So many?!" Gu Chi was dumbfounded. He was truly shocked. Wasn't Heming Sect just a small sect in the middle or lower ranks? How could they have 50,000 people just by asking for them?

"Not many. Compared to those ancient and large sects, our number is nothing."

"That's right."

After exchanging names with these people, Gu Chi slowly left with the big black dog. All the way, she was thinking about the sect competition. From time to time, disciples riding magic treasures or riding flying swords whizzed past her, but none of them caught her attention.

"Lao Hei, we'd better not participate in this sect competition. If we want to compete for a ranking among 50,000 people, let alone the top 500, it will be difficult for us to even be within the top 1,000. It's not worth it for those few hundred contribution points. Anyway, we can get 400 contribution points by surviving for a year. What do you think?" Gu Chi said.

The big black dog was also frightened when he heard that the Heming Sect had as many as 50,000 people. He agreed with Gu Chi's decision and felt that it was not necessary. It would be better for him to go back and farm in peace.

Suddenly, Gu Chi's eyes lit up and he said, "We won't go up to fight, but we can still join in the fun! Fifty thousand people fighting, that scene must be shocking!"

"Yes, yes, that kind of grand scene cannot be missed!"

Three days later, the sect's grand meeting was held as scheduled. Gu Chi took the big black dog out of the spiritual medicine garden early and ran to the central square of Heming Sect.

The square was already crowded with people of all kinds, men, women, young and old. Gu Chi and the big black dog were both wearing straw hats, and they looked inconspicuous in the crowd.

"Fuck, Lao Hei, look up at the sky!" Gu Chi suddenly exclaimed, dragging the big black dog's head to look up. The latter couldn't help but look stunned.

Above the clear sky, a middle-aged man with an upright figure and gray hair appeared. He came flying from the sky without any magic weapon and rose to the top!

The man walked slowly, but with every step he took, a visible Dao pattern spread out under his feet like ripples, rippling in all directions, invisibly affecting his heart rate, which beat with every step he took.

Behind that heroic figure, there were more than a dozen men and women with extraordinary bearing. Without the help of any spiritual weapons, they walked across the sky as if it were flat ground.

The group landed in front of the magnificent palace in the square. All the disciples bowed and performed the disciple's etiquette, shouting in unison: "Greetings to the Sect Master, greetings to the elders!"

Tens of thousands of disciples spoke out at the same time, and the vast sound echoed among the mountains with great momentum.

"What a terrifying life."

The current leader of Heming Sect, Yang Shan, has sharp eyebrows and an outstanding temperament. He stands with his hands behind his back, his eyes sweeping over the disciples below with a peaceful and kind smile on his face.

He was tall, with a gaunt face, and wore a purple Taoist robe, looking like an immortal.

"Then this year's sect competition officially begins!"