Starting As A Sect Leader: My Rules Are Bit Wild.

“Huh? This game is a bit interesting.”

Lin Fan clicked his tongue in wonder: “Starting with a declining sect, with no successors and only a few old guys holding on, the disciples are all money-losing goods, either with mediocre talent or short-lived ghosts. The sect’s fortune is almost exhausted, and it’s already on the verge of destruction.”

“The player plays the new sect master, saving the sect from danger.”

“And just slacking off isn’t allowed. There’s a small ‘exam’ every year and a big ‘exam’ every ten years? The exams may be foreign enemy invasion, revenge from enemies, or even extraterrestrial demons or even meteor showers. Those who cannot survive… dead?”

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

“This kind of game, with a little promotion, shouldn’t have no one playing it. Why has it been online for a year, and all the data is zero?”

“Did they go bankrupt and have no money for advertising?”

“Then let me be the first to try it. If the game is good, I’ll definitely give it a good review~”

Lin Fan was a game UP master.

He had played at least eight thousand games, if not ten thousand. He had cleared more than three thousand games, and because of his humorous and funny video style, he had more than three million fans. He was doing very well in this circle.

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

Now he somewhat regretted it…

UP masters with only a few hundred thousand fans already had luxury houses, luxury cars, beautiful women, and young models, but his income was only barely enough for a comfortable life.

Ding.

Download and installation completed.

Lin Fan clicked on the game, and in the next second, everything went dark.

“Damn, this game is poisonous!!!”

“I haven’t deleted my browsing history and study materials yet!!!”

“…”

…

“Sect Master, Sect Master?”

“…”

Swish!

Lin Fan rolled over and got up, cursing, “Damn you… huh?!”

He was stunned.

“What is this?”

Everything around him was too unfamiliar.

And what was this old man standing by his bed, with white hair and a ruddy face?!

Suddenly, his head ached violently.

Memories flooded into his mind.

Lin Fan was dumbfounded.

“Damn it!”

He cursed.

He seemed to have… transmigrated!

This was the Embracing Moon Sect, once a first-class sect in the southwest region of the Immortal Martial Continent, but in recent years, it had declined and had no successors. Now it had fallen to a third-rate force.

In its peak period, it had more than ten million disciples and ten thousand spiritual mountains. How high-spirited it was!

It had even competed with the holy land, although it was almost instantly killed by them…

But at least it had been tough!

But now, only one mountain was left, and not even one-ten-thousandth of its former territory remained. The rest had long been snatched away by others.

Even so, it was still because the few remaining old guys had some skills, otherwise, even this last bit of family fortune would not be preserved, let alone a third-rate sect. It was feared that even the Dao tradition would be destroyed!

The unlucky person he transmigrated into was also called Lin Fan, and he had just taken over as the Embracing Moon Sect’s sect master yesterday.

His cultivation was not good, and his talent was not good either.

The reason he could become the sect master was entirely because none of the old guys were willing to take the blame.

As Lin Fan overheard, they said: “The demise of the Embracing Moon Sect is already a foregone conclusion. It is almost impossible to change. If I become this sect master, and the Embracing Moon Sect is destroyed in my hands, how can I face the sect’s predecessors after death?”

“Therefore, even if the Embracing Moon Sect’s Dao tradition is destroyed, it cannot be destroyed in my hands…”

The five elders, all old guys, were all cultivators in the fourth realm, the ‘Cave Heaven’ realm. Their cultivation was not weak, at least considered not bad in a third-rate sect, but their thoughts were unprecedentedly consistent.

This made the corner of Lin Fan’s mouth twitch crazily.

The realms of cultivators in the Immortal Martial Continent were divided into: Opening Xuan, Condensing Yuan, profound Yuan, Cave Heaven, Mystic Finger, Knowing Fate, Harmonizing Dao, Breaking Void, Ascending Immortal.

Opening the physical body’s Xuan Gate, condensing the world’s Yuan Qi, transforming Yuan Qi into profound Yuan Qi and gathering it within the profound Gate, and then opening the five internal organs’ Cave Heaven. Going a step further was comprehending the Dao principles. All kinds of mysteries could be gathered at the fingertips, which was called Pointing Xuan.

After that came Knowing Fate, Harmonizing Dao, Breaking the Void, and finally Ascending to Immortality.

Each realm was further divided into nine small realms, commonly referred to as nine levels. Some people liked to call them the nth XX, such as the eighth Xuan Gate, the ninth Cave Heaven, and so on.

As the memories kept pouring in, Lin Fan became more and more speechless.

He was just a small fry in the Condensing Yuan realm, and he had just entered the Condensing Yuan realm.

These old guys in the Cave Heaven realm could crush him with one finger, and they were all his ‘grandmasters’!

But they didn’t want to be the sect master and let him do it?

Was there anything more messed up than this!

What was even more messed up was… he was the most talented among the contemporary disciples, no, it should be said among the disciples of the last three generations!

A handsome young man of twenty years old, in the Condensing Yuan realm. His talent was not considered ‘extremely trash’, but it was only mediocre. And this was already the best among three generations???

Oh, well, the previous two generations did have some with better talent than him, but they were all dead.

Not one left.

Lin Fan: “…”

The contemporary disciples, uh, only seven were left. Apart from him, it seemed… they were all trash, complete trash, the kind who might not even be able to manage their own lives.

Letting them be the sect master was indeed making things difficult for them.

Only at this moment did Lin Fan finally realize how thorough the so-called ‘lack of successors’ was.

Any unranked sect had more and stronger disciples than the Embracing Moon Sect!

Lin Fan’s thoughts were in a mess.

But in the eyes of the Great Elder Su Xinghai, he was just in a daze, so he couldn’t help but remind him: “Sect Master, the sun is high in the sky. Aren’t you going to get up quickly and think of ways to recruit disciples, carry forward our Embracing Moon Sect, and restore its former glory?”

“Young people should not be lazy!”

Ten thousand alpacas galloped through Lin Fan’s heart, but in the end, he sighed helplessly: “Okay, Great Elder, you can go down first. I’ll think of a way.”

“Time waits for no one, Sect Master. We all believe in you!”

“You will definitely be able to lead us to restore our former glory!!”

“At that time, our Embracing Moon Sect will have thousands of disciples and ten thousand spiritual mountains. Sect Master, you will be a giant in the Immortal Martial Continent. Who would not respect you when they see you? All the fairies, as long as you fancy them, Sect Master, who would dare not obey?”

The Great Elder left, but his face was full of a ‘do your best’ expression.

This made Lin Fan roll his eyes.

He was drawing a big pie!!!

Still using me as a CPU!

The most important thing was that he was still not serious!

Su Xinghai left.

Lin Fan rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a splitting headache.

“Transmigration, and it’s exactly the same as the game introduction. Is it a game problem that forced me to transmigrate, or did I get an electric shock and become a vegetable, and all this is my dream and fantasy?”

He tried pinching his thigh, and it hurt.

“…”

“Sigh, no matter what the situation is, I’ll treat it as real transmigration; otherwise, it will be difficult to handle.”

Lin Fan sighed.

What if it was real? If he slacked off, wouldn’t he really die?

He still remembered the game introduction: at least one small crisis every year, one big crisis every ten years, and a world-destroying crisis every hundred years. There were ellipses after a thousand years, but even a fool could tell that it would be stronger than the hundred-year one.

“Who the hell wants to transmigrate to this kind of place? I was living so comfortably on Earth. At worst, I could shamelessly promote products. Even if I didn’t promote products, with my current wealth, I could save scantily clad and impoverished young ladies until I was eighty, and every day would be different!”

“Coming to this ghostly place, it’s a hell start. It’s really…”

“Sigh, the only good thing, perhaps, is that the maximum lifespan has increased?”

The Immortal Martial Continent was rich in spiritual energy, and ordinary people had a maximum lifespan of over two hundred years, while those at the Gathering Yuan realm were around five hundred years.

“Provided I can live that long, with a crisis every year.”

Lin Fan frowned, starting to consider how to break this situation.

As the saying goes, life is like being raped. 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 also to make myself stronger.”

“System?!”

Lin Fan tried calling out for a golden finger, but it was useless. After much effort, nothing happened.

“But I remember from the game introduction that as long as I develop the sect, I can become stronger, especially when recruiting disciples. If their talent is rated A or above, I can share their talent and strength…”

“So, whether I actually transmigrated into a ‘game’ or not, perhaps I can determine it through this. Recruit a disciple with talent A or above, and see my own talent and strength. If it is…”

“Damn it!”

Having finally sorted out his thoughts, Lin Fan couldn’t help but complain again: “Without a system, how am I supposed to know who has talent A or above?”

He rubbed his head, almost pulling out his hair.

After a long, long time.

He finally calmed down, carefully analyzing and drawing on his professional knowledge and the countless cultivation novels he had read in middle school, summarizing some rules…

“Since this is a Xianxia, cultivation world, with countless cultivators, there must be children of destiny or protagonist templates, right?”

“I can’t distinguish their talent levels, but I refuse to believe that people with protagonist templates or even the destiny of a child of destiny would have poor talent!”

“So, I’ll use this as the criteria for selection.”

Lin Fan found paper and pen and began to write furiously.

“I remember that three days from now is the Moon Gazing Sect’s annual opening of the mountain gate to recruit disciples. First, I’ll change the sect rules!”

By evening.

Lin Fan finally walked out of the Moon Gazing Palace—which was actually the sect leader’s cultivation and living quarters.

Looking at the extremely… small sect, Lin Fan’s face darkened again.

The scene before him was vastly different from the cultivation sect he had imagined.

A dilapidated mountain, old and small buildings, a deserted sect square…

Just then, the five elders approached.

Lin Fan looked up and paused slightly on the Second Elder, Wu Xingyun.

The five elders consisted of three men and two women. The male elders were all old men, while the women looked young and beautiful, appearing to be mature women. Especially the Second Elder, Wu Xingyun, was not only beautiful but also possessed extraordinary reasoning abilities.

“Sect Leader.”

“Have you come up with a way to carry forward our Moon Gazing Sect?”

Su Xinghai asked with cupped fists.

Looking at his “sincere” eyes, Lin Fan’s lips twitched.

He wanted to swear!

They wouldn’t be the sect leader themselves, forcing him to do it, and they kept pushing him?!

“Ahem.”

He cleared his throat. “This Sect Leader believes that the reason our Moon Gazing Sect is facing a talent drought and becoming worse is largely due to problems with our system and sect rules.”

“Since the disciple recruitment is in three days, this Sect Leader has drafted a new set of rules for you to review.”

Lin Fan flicked his wrist, and the ‘new rules,’ densely filled with small characters, floated before the five elders.

They exchanged glances and then focused their attention on reading.

——Disciple Recruitment Iron Laws:

1. Those with the surnames Xiao, Ye, Shi, or Lin will be given priority.

2. Those who like to talk to rings or other objects will be given priority.

3. Those who have survived near-death experiences more than three times and whose fiancée has a mysterious background will be given priority.

4. Those who have been rejected for marriage, fallen geniuses, and whose parents have mysteriously disappeared will be given priority.

5. Those who are targeted and made things difficult for as soon as they arrive at the sect will be given priority.

6. Those who like to wear a mysterious smile and whose enemies like to laugh “hehehe” will be directly designated as personal disciples.

7. Those who have had their bones dug out and are on the verge of death will be directly designated as personal disciples.

8. Those who are timid as mice, extremely cautious, and constantly clamor that they will surely die will be directly designated as personal disciples.

9. Those with ever-changing personalities, even sometimes male and sometimes female, will be directly designated as personal disciples.

10. …