Everyone unanimously believes that going out with the Sect Leader results in lesser loss.
Wen Ping raised his hand to stop the chatter, "This time only disciples will be taken, and there are only three slots, prioritizing those who have mastered magic."
"Yes!"
Huai Ye was the first to jump up in joy.
Before others could offer congratulations or feel disheartened, Wen Ping continued, "During these three days, the viewing room will be open all day. And in these three days, the chance to obtain magic items from the viewing room will be tripled! So, for the remaining two slots..."
Upon hearing this, many disciples’ eyes lit up.
It’s favorable to have a chance.
Even if it’s not that easy, they can still strive.
The fear is having no opportunity.
With two remaining spots, spending all day watching movies within three days, under a threefold increase, significantly improves the chance of acquiring magic items.
While they were conversing among themselves, Wen Ping scanned the crowd.
Currently, the disciples who have joined Immortal Sect haven’t cultivated long enough, making it difficult to compete with those top rookies at Heaven and Earth Lake.
Although Immortal Sect was constructed by the system and can enhance him quickly, it can’t do much to elevate the disciples.
Yet upon pondering, the Petrification Spell, if used wisely, might have unexpected effects.
As long as an idiot who stands still appears.
The first-tier of the task would be secured.
"Tripling the probability?"
Yang Lele appeared at the staircase, brimming with excitement.
Huai Ye turned his head and replied, "It still won’t include you! If anyone goes, it’d be Sister Zhao Qing!"
Laughter erupted immediately.
...
Night fell.
Throughout the meal, Yu Jiang remained silent.
Occasionally interjecting but finding it hard to fit into the atmosphere.
The mood in Immortal Sect was too joyous.
And too intimate.
Between the Sect Leader, elders, and disciples, everyone chatted enthusiastically, devoid of arrogance.
This was hard for him, who lived for centuries with ingrained hierarchy, to adapt.
Whether he’d adapt in the future, he didn’t know.
But for now, it seemed impossible.
After dinner, when everyone headed to the viewing room, Yu Jiang quietly sought out Wen Ping, "Sect Leader, I still wish to discuss Huai Ye’s matter with you."
"Go ahead."
Wen Ping anticipated Yu Jiang’s reticence, knowing he would surely want to speak post-dinner.
Yu Jiang continued, "Are you truly planning to take Huai Ye on outside travels?"
"Otherwise."
He wished to choose differently, but no viable options existed.
Yu Jiang showed a cautious expression, contemplated, then decided to speak frankly, "Sect Leader, by doing this, you are pushing many people to the edge of the abyss."
"Continue."
Wen Ping, valuing bold advice whether right or wrong, wanted to hear more.
Seeing Wen Ping without dissatisfaction and encouraging him to continue, Yu Jiang heaved a sigh of relief.
"If the Demon Race’s three kings had coveted the Demon Emperor position for long, surely, the other three kings have long been wary of each. It’s likely the matter of Huai Ye being the adopted daughter of the second king has already been discovered. Taking her outside now is providing an opportunity for the three kings to strike... Please reconsider."