I Became A Patriarch At The Age Of Seven

Along the way, Li Qiansong told Yang Nian about the recruitment of disciples by Fengyun Sect.

Every spring recruiting, not only Fengyun Sect will come to recruit, but other nine-tier sects around Fengyun City will also set up registration points. In short, the competition is still quite fierce.

Each Sect desperately wants to recruit high-quality disciples, using every means possible.

In order to join a better sect, the disciples also sharpened their heads and drilled into the top sects.

"So it's a little difficult for me to recruit high-quality disciples for my Kong Kong faction?" Yang Nian felt very bad after hearing this.

"It's really not easy." Li Qiansong said truthfully.

Hey……

It seems that I have to continue to cheat.

It may be better when the Air Force faction begins to take shape. When the money that extorted Lin Qiang is available, it may be easier to improve the hardware conditions of Kongkong Pai and decorate the facade.

What's more, we have a Great Master sitting in the town,

This seat is also so handsome,

It should still be competitive, right?

Thinking of this, Yang Nian gave a cheap smile and asked, "Is the day of spring recruiting tomorrow?"

"Yes." Li Qiansong said.

"Then we have to prepare well. Tomorrow, the sky will dispatch all the staff to fight for the spring!" Yang Nian ignited his fighting spirit.

However, as soon as the words came out,

"Ding!! The system has detected the host's ambition and passion! The side quest is triggered: the host must recruit 100 disciples on the day of the Spring Recruitment, and upgrade the sect to a nine-class Sect! Time Limit for one day, the failure of the task will deprive the host Cultivation Base, the host will become a waste again."

Yang Nian's two big eyes were about to fall out in an instant, "Why does this pit force the system to be caught off guard every time it sends a mission."

"Elder... How many disciples can each sect recruit over the years?" Yang Nian asked weakly.

"The requirements of Fengyun Sect are slightly higher, generally less than ten people. As for other sects, there are only twenty or thirty people. Once there are only so many people in the Fengyun City area, there are also many sects... Lower the requirements, you can recruit them. Forty or fifty is the limit." Li Qiansong said.

"Huh?" Yang Nian exclaimed.

"The system... can you lower the requirements? 100 is too tough!" Li Qiansong said, Yang Nian felt that recruiting 100 disciples was simply too difficult a task.

It's hard to do!

However, the system refused coldly, "No. The host must believe that he has unlimited potential."

"I just feel infinite despair..." Yang Nian wanted to cry without tears, when will the system understand something.

I want to take back my ambition, my passion is on fire...

...

When night fell, Xiang Wen and Xiang Rou had already vacated their rooms, and both Xiang Rongrong and Xiang Tianya had moved into the most luxurious courtyard of Xiangfu.

Xiang Wen handed over the position of the palace lord to Xiang Tianya as agreed, which caused the Xiang family to be in shock. However, although Xiang Tianya has been quiet for many years, he still has quite a bit of prestige in the Xiang family, and no one has stood up to object to becoming the Palace Master.

At that time, the city lord's mansion sent a generous gift, all kinds of jewelry, precious jade, worth tens of thousands of gold.

Again, it caused a shock.

Lin Qiang personally congratulated him, what's the situation?

And the most shocking thing is that Lin Qiang is respectful in front of Yang Nian, and he even gave Yang Nian a Qiankun ring, saying that there are thousands of silver patterns in it, please accept Yang Nian with a smile!

When did the majestic City Lord Lin Qiang lower his stance and humbly?

Eye-popping, refreshing the three views!

So Xiang Fuzhong made various speculations, and there were different theories about the origins of Yang Nian and Kongkong Pai.

Yang Nian ignored it, and followed Xiang Rongrong back to the room, lying in the antique, spacious and airy new room, feeling really comfortable.

Especially the fluffy white bear blanket, which is so comfortable to explode.

Although the bed was comfortable, Yang Nian didn't sleep all night and was anxious about recruiting a hundred disciples.

Yang Nian is still confident after flicking a dozen or so, but it is a bit lacking in confidence after flicking a hundred.

That is equivalent to robbing all the disciples who joined other sects.

Yang Nian pondered in his heart, and kept going over one plan after another, but none of them really satisfied him.

"Hey! Sleep and sleep!"

"It's going to rain, mother is going to marry, this baby doesn't care!"

So Yang Nian fell into a deep sleep and fell asleep.

He dreamed of a boundless figure standing on a vast starry sky, with nebulae surging under his feet.

A pair of star eyes is shocking, as if a single gesture can make that star fall and Hongmeng shatters.

"Master!"

Two figures, a man and a woman, appeared after the stalwart figure, quite respectful.

The stalwart figure was about to turn around, but suddenly the screen turned, and a large Star sword appeared in the hands of the two disciples behind him.

puff puff...

Two swords pierced into the stalwart figure from the back, and in an instant, thousands of stars fell, and the two star swords instantly wiped out all the vitality of the stalwart figure.

"Goodbye, Master!" The man and the woman laughed wildly!

...

"Ahhh!!"

Yang Nian suddenly sat up from the bed, shaking all over, soaked with sweat.

He held his own chest with his little hands, and the pain there was extremely severe, as if he had been pierced by a sharp sword.

After a long time, Yang Nian was relieved from the severe pain.

panting.

"What's the matter? Isn't it just a dream, how could it be so painful? Could it be that I have an innate heart disease?" Yang Nian thought wildly.

But he soon realized that something was wrong, "No, no... The severe pain just now seemed to be the same as that of the assassinated stalwart figure in the dream. And... the scene was so real, it was as if I had experienced it myself."

"Why do you have such a dream?"

Yang Nian was puzzled.

At this time, Xiang Rongrong heard Yang Nian's scream, and rushed over from the next door.

"Baby, what's the matter with you?" Xiang Rongrong saw that Yang Nian was sweating profusely and his face was pale. He even touched his forehead to see if he had a fever.

Very worried and concerned.

Yang Nian shook his head, still immersed in the dream, and said, "It's nothing, I just had a nightmare. I woke up scared."

After hearing this, Xiang Rongrong was relieved and heaved a sigh of relief.

In the second half of the night, Yang Nian was completely drowsy, and the image of the dream always popped up in his mind, lingering.

"Fuck! The dream is still imprinted in the memory?" Yang Nian is more and more unusual.

Just what happened, he couldn't tell.

He kept his eyes open until dawn, and Xiang Rongrong sat with him all night.

certainly,

Yang Nian is resting on Xiang Rongrong's lap, which is much more comfortable in comparison...

The morning sun is rising, and we have breakfast.

Yang Nian, Xiang Rongrong, Li Qiansong, and Xiang Yunfei came to the central square of Fengyun City with the prepared materials.

Although it is still early,

However, each Sect has already started to seize the dominant position early, set up the table, and started the new year's spring recruitment.

At the same time, many young disciples shuttled back and forth, wandering between the various booths.

"A typical large-scale job fair scene." Seeing this scene, Yang Nian couldn't help but think of the school's annual graduation season double election scene...