Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

"Amazing!" Watching Fang Jueyu boast with such grandeur, even the four people taking the exam with him couldn't help but give him thumbs up.

What's the concept of 30 million source currency? You could easily buy out a fourth-level civilization, it's an enormous fortune for anyone. Yet, for this young man named Wang Dachui, 30 million source currency was seemingly no different from 3,000 cosmic currency.

The super-rich civilization surely has to be incredibly wealthy!

Siria returned to Fang Jueyu's side, following him like a shadow. Only then did the oppressive aura filling the exam room gradually dissipate, and Nuosang and others finally recovered from the suffocating sensation.

"Master Nuo Sang, you almost got us killed just now!"

"That's right, Master Nuo Sang. We are here to seek your help, but you can't just set us up like this. If a demigod gets really angry, killing us all here wouldn't be surprising!"

"Master Nuo Sang, you've been quite unfair. Our friendship ends here; I'll look for someone else to forge this weapon!"

"Me too, Master, this is where we part ways!"

Each transcender was terrified by Siria, fortunately the young man named Wang Dachui wasn't some murderous ruffian, and didn't continue to pursue their offense—it's like they've been given a second chance at life.

They were uncertain if the young man or the demigod would hold a grudge over this incident, but one thing was clear, distancing themselves from Nuo Sang was the best choice, and perhaps breaking all contact forever would eliminate future worries!

After all, Nuo Sang wasn't the only artifact refining master in the world; they could easily find someone else to flatter!

"These folks are quite smart to adapt to the circumstances; what Ming Sect lacks most are such opportunists," Fang Jueyu laughed, "Just the right time to recruit a batch of new members."

"Why, Boss, recruiting again?"

"Absolutely, each of these transcenders has a very complex network of connections. Once Ming Sect's name is spread, people will soon be flocking to join in droves. What's missing now is an attractive condition for them."

"Are you thinking...?"

"Exactly," Fang Jueyu knew Siria had already figured it out.

A few days ago, Fang Jueyu received a report from Bernard; with just decades of development, Fang Jueyu's Ming Sect has become the fourth largest power in Founder City. It seems it's even close to surpassing the other three major organizations in financial capacity.

With top-notch welfare benefits, Ming Sect became more prosperous and stronger day by day, even forming several departments over time.

Whether it's alchemy technique or artifact refining technique, relying on Fang Jueyu alone would exhaust him to death even if he sleeplessly worked every day, but casually teaching others was not an option either. Hence, they recruited a batch of core members using soul contracts on a voluntary basis.

Fang Jueyu imparted top-notch knowledge from the Root Universe to these members, with their presence, the huge workload finally became manageable, and individuals capable of handling matters in different fields emerged.

And now is the time for them to shine brightly!

"Cough cough, everyone, don't rush out yet. I, Wang Dachui, have a few words to say."

Hearing Fang Jueyu's voice, the transcenders couldn't help but shiver. Could this young man be looking to settle scores with them?

Although they achieved nothing tangible, their aggressive approach might have stirred some resentment or even murderous intent in the young man—not something to be laughed off.

"Little brother, look, we came because Nuo Sang misled us!"

"Yes, little brother, we didn't really offend you, and we've apologized—we hope you won't hold it against us."

"Right, go after him. He's the one who caused all this!"

"That's right! It wasn't really our fault; we just did it to earn a favor from him."

The transcenders immediately threw Nuo Sang under the bus, leaving Nuo Sang, who had been swindled by Fang Jueyu, almost passing out from anger.

Perhaps this is the saying of friends abandoning the tree when it falls; they were so humble when seeking his help before, but now that there's trouble, not one dares to acknowledge responsibility.

"When did I say I would make trouble for you?"

"Then you..." Now they were confused about what Fang Jueyu intended to do.

"I see each of you as talents! I want to offer each of you an opportunity, a chance!" Fang Jueyu deliberately emphasized the word "talent," leaving people unsure if it was sarcasm or something else, "A friend of mine has established an organization called Ming Sect; are any of you interested?"

"Ming Sect? Is he talking about that Ming Sect?"

"Which Ming Sect?"

"Idiot, which other Ming Sect? Haven't you heard? It's a new organization that emerged in the universe's civilization; its presence almost covers every corner, almost every cosmic realm, every civilization has their people!"

"Really?"

"Not only that, have you heard of that rumored divine civilization snack gift packs and divine civilization rune sets lately?"

"What's the deal, aren't those divine civilization items? Could they be related to this Ming Sect?"

"The founder of Ming Sect is the young man from the divine civilization named Fang Jueyu; these items come from his hands!"

"Does that mean Wang Dachui is also one of Ming Sect's members?"

"Didn't you just hear? He mentioned a friend; maybe his friend is that young man called Fang Jueyu!"

The transcenders started discussing among themselves.

.....

"What a fake friend creation! Boss, that friend you mentioned—isn't it actually you?" Little Black suddenly interrupted at the wrong moment.

"Shut up! If you don't speak, no one will mistake you for a mute!" Fang Jueyu glared fiercely at Little Black, "Er Gouzi, drag it away for me!"

"Ah! Brother, I was wrong! Meow meow meow!" Little Black scrambled with its paws, but it was impossible, Er Gouzi was much stronger than it.

A moment later, sounds of wailing echoed from around the corner.

"Too harsh; when he goes berserk, he even beats his own cat!" Seeing Fang Jueyu's means, many transcenders couldn't help but tremble.

"If we don't join Ming Sect, will he..." Someone, with caution, glanced at Siria standing behind Fang Jueyu.

"I think it's not necessarily a bad thing!" Someone quickly shifted their perspective; if we become part of Ming Sect, wouldn't we enjoy the resources from the divine civilization and Ming Sect?

"Exactly! Perhaps this is an opportunity; I've heard Ming Sect's headquarters is situated in Founder City at the Cosmic Federation School. Fragments of divine weapons and even entire divine weapons frequently surface there; as for demigod weapons—they are a regular occurrence. I suspect there may be artifact refining masters among them!"

"Wang Dachui brother, what are the benefits of joining Ming Sect?" Someone mustered the courage to ask.

"Good question!" Fang Jueyu needed such individuals who would perfectly time their questions, "You all were trying to cozy up to Master Nuo Sang for a handy weapon, right? By joining Ming Sect, you immediately receive a free artifact refining voucher!"

"What's the use of that?"

"Hehe, don't overlook the scarcity of artifact refining masters in cosmic civilizations; at our divine civilization's Blue Eagle School, there are plenty of artifact refining masters, teachers like Bodo, Misato, Cang—those are well-known artifact refining masters there. They trained a batch of artifact refiners, all capable of crafting demigod weapons!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was exhilarated; indeed, the talent within the divine civilization and Ming Sect had exceeded their imagination.

Fang Jueyu took out a stack of metal plaques engraved with runes: "With this voucher, you can submit an application at any Ming Sect branch; the organization will freely assist in refining a weapon, without needing you to provide any materials!"