All My Disciples Suck!

Huh …

He Yiming opened his eyes and felt satisfied. His cultivation base was completely stabilized!

Next, he only needed to find a way to break through and step into the Foundation Establishment Realm.

"Now I want to refine the spirit weapon. During the Northern Expedition, I recovered thousands of spirit plants from the players. A small half of them are none of which I have seen … I also need to open the furnace to refine. By the way, I need to look at the players and what new things they’ve done.

"There are still 20 days before the end of the month, and we can make a few more Northern Expeditions. The spirit stone mine will be cleaned up by then …

"When the materials for the spirit pill are collected, the Spirit Grass in the spirit field should also be mature. It may be possible for all players to break through to the Spirit Vein Realm in one breath!

"The assessment at the end of the month will definitely be stable!" He Yiming thought secretly, feeling that the future was bright.

Compared to when he first came to this extremely desolate land, the start was almost hellishly difficult, but the current situation was absolutely great.

As soon as He Yiming walked out of the secret room, a player ran to report.

"Brother Ming, someone is looking for you. He said he is Wang Ping from Haotian Academy!"

"!" He Yiming was shocked.

Why is Wang Ping here?

Isn’t he supposed to come at the end of the month?

Wang Ping was a notary of Haotian Academy. His task was to evaluate and monitor him.

Originally, Wang Ping should have come at the end of the month to take him to Haotian Academy for the assessment.

Can it be that … He Yiming suppressed the anxiety in his heart and strode out of the hall.

At this time, the old man Wang Ping looked at the players with a dazed expression.

"Wow, it's a living NPC!"

"This old man looks so strong. I don't know who will go against him and Brother Ming!"

"Have you not seen this guy's mount? Hold the grass. What a big bird! It's almost hanging up in the air!"

"This NPC is looking for Brother Ming. Is it going to open a new plot?"

"No way, no way? Just after the Northern Expedition, a new map will be opened? Hold the grass!"

"It's completely possible. Fuck, I've drunk all of my 82-box Coke, so I have to buy another box quickly!"

The players, both big and small, surrounded the old man Wang Ping and talked more eloquently.

"???" At this time, Wang Ping was really bewildered.

Isn’t this land desolated within a thousand miles?

Where did these little guys come from?

"Library, Forging Hall, Martial Arts Field …" Wang Ping's eyes turned. He naturally saw the buildings inside the sect, which was even more shocking.

In just ten days, He Yiming not only rebuilt the sect but also recruited 88 disciples.

"This disciple's footsteps are vain, and he doesn't even have the most basic standing skills …

"That disciple is actually eating skewers? These guys are opening a night market in Sect Square? They are utterly indisciplined!

"What kind of things do these disciples wear? Ordinary artifacts? Or are they homemade? It's so rough and unsightly!

"This … why does this disciple have a flat head? It's so hot-eyed!"

Wang Ping's eyes turned, and he also found that these players were surprisingly poor in aptitude, without any talent or special physique.

Especially when he saw a disciple with his head flattened, his face was unsightly. But Wang Ping changed his mind and felt relieved again.

"That's right … In this extremely desolate region, it would be nice to find people to join the sect … It seems that He Yiming is hungry and does not choose food, and he recruits into the sect if he is an individual!" In Wang Ping's eyes, these players were all scumbags.

Compared to this, even the Level-1 sect that was about to close would not be closed.

Never mind the huge difference in talent, they were all uneducated. Wang Ping could tell at a glance that these players were just beginning to practice, and they were simply adorable.

"He Yiming, this time, it is inevitable!" Wang Ping silently lamented He Yiming’s fate.

"Senior Wang Ping, why are you here?" He Yiming just came, so he asked.

"He Yiming, the old man is here to inform you …

"Due to some reasons, Haotian Academy is holding the assessment ahead of schedule! You prepare today. Tomorrow, you will choose four disciples, and return to Haotian Academy with this old man for the first round of assessment!" Wang Ping pressed down. He felt sorry for He Yiming in his heart and calmly conveyed his message.

"The assessment has been advanced? Why? The first round of assessments of each session of Haotian Academy is in one month, right? Why was it preponed?" He Yiming's expression sank.

The worst thing happened. Even if he had the system, he could only establish a sect in just ten days.

If it was the end of the month assessment, there should still be twenty days. He Yiming was sure he could raise the strength of all players to the next level.

He would also teach them various basic knowledge of cultivation, etiquette, etc. The most important thing was that he could receive a full 20 days of sign-in rewards.

In this way, the first round of assessment at the end of the month would definitely be a walk in the park.

But now … Wang Ping appeared suddenly, telling him that the assessment would be held earlier.

He Yiming turned his eyes and looked at the surrounding players. Among the players, there was not even one in the Spirit Vein Realm. How could he pass the first round of assessment?

"Senior Wang Ping, this is too unfair for me!" He Yiming questioned unwillingly.

He Yiming knew a little bit. In the top ten of Haotian Academy, except for him, all the others had backgrounds and resources.

As soon as they left Haotian Academy, a powerful sect was immediately arranged for them to take over.

The disciples of other people were not the cute new ones who had only cultivated for ten days. They were all from big families, and the younger generations of big powers had been cultivating hard for several years or even tens of years.

He started from scratch, and it took only ten days to establish a sect. Ten days compared to ten years, even monkeys knew how big the gap was.

"Hey … He Yiming, get ready!" Wang Ping sighed, but couldn't tell He Yiming.

He heard that the assessment was advanced because the deputy dean ordered it from behind. The deputy dean of Haotian Academy was Gu Changfeng's grandfather.

Gu Changfeng was the second-highest in this year’s ranking, the strong third generation who was crushed by He Yiming. His resentment towards He Yiming was so great that Wang Ping had personally experienced it.

Wang Ping didn’t need to guess. It was Gu Changfeng who egged his grandfather, who was the vice-president, to take the assessment in advance.

The purpose was naturally to not give He Yiming time to develop. He wanted to completely crush He Yiming to death.

Wang Ping leapt into the air and found a high place to sit cross-legged, closing his eyes and resting.

He Yiming frowned. He could only think about one question at this moment.

Four disciples! Who should I take to participate in this crucial first round of assessment?