How to build a Sect?

[Pind_Ala]

Grains City.

Big Wheat Village.

Inside the Chief's residence.

"Are you certain about this, Zani?"

"Yes, Chief. Please name the price."

"Hehehe, the price..."

A bulky man with a long, thick beard stood from his seat, pacing the room with his hands clasped firmly behind his back. "This training ground you speak of buying... although it was built a century ago, it remains completely intact, standing proud to this very day."

Stopping behind Zani with his heavy, imposing presence, he continued. "Do you know why it was built in the first place, boy?"

"Junior does not know," Zani replied, maintaining a polite smile.

"Hmm. Since your knowledge is shallow, let this Chief enlighten you. A century ago, a great calamity swept across the entire continent. It was known as the 'War of Chaos.' I do not know the exact origins of this war, nor the supreme powers involved. But know this: the heavens wept, and it was a truly dark era for the mortal world."

"I see," Zani replied calmly, finding it hard to picture such a catastrophic time. The current empire was unshakably stable, and Grains City was in an era of boundless prosperity.

"It was during that chaotic era that these training grounds were established." Chief Sythe looked deeply at Zani, his eyes flashing with the shrewd light of an old merchant trying to exaggerate the value of his wares. "Moreover, these grounds were not built by mortal hands. No, no, no."

Sythe lowered his voice, making it sound profound and deep. "They were forged by the power of an Immortal. It is said a mighty Immortal descended from the heavens, waved his hand, and boom! In a single breath, the entire training ground was formed!"

Having finished his grand tale, Sythe returned to his master chair and sat down, stroking his beard as he carefully observed Zani's expression.

As the village Chief, he usually maintained an aloof and dignified bearing, but today was different. He desperately needed to offload this useless, cursed training ground that had been gathering dust for a decade. Furthermore, ever since Zani's parents had passed to the yellow springs last winter, this youth had inherited a fertile field, essentially becoming someone with a little wealth in the vicinity of Big Wheat Village.

"Chief," Zani spoke up.

Snapped from his scheming thoughts, Sythe jumped slightly, realizing Zani had already stood up from his chair.

"It seems this junior is far too poor to afford an Immortal's legacy. I sincerely apologize for taking up your valuable time." Zani cupped his fists in a flawless salute and turned decisively toward the exit.

"Wait, little friend!"

I knew it. Rolling his eyes inwardly, Zani paused and looked back with an innocent expression. "Chief?"

Coughing dryly to save face, Sythe's cheeks reddened slightly. "I haven't even stated the price yet. Do not be so hasty as to assume you cannot afford it."

"Oh? Then Chief, please state the price."

"Three thousand copper coins."

Without a single word, Zani turned back toward the door, his steps firm and unhesitating.

"Wait, wait! You do not need to pay the full sum in cash! This Chief can even extend you a generous loan!"

"Three thousand is daytime robbery," Zani replied calmly, his hand already resting on the door handle.

"Two thousand nine hundred!"

"Two thousand eight hundred!"

Seeing the youth still refusing to turn around, Sythe's heart bled. Taking a deep breath, he gritted his teeth. "Two thousand five hundred! That is the absolute lowest I can go!"

Zani, who had already pushed the door open, pulled it shut with a soft click and turned around. His expression was placid. "One thousand five hundred. Not a copper more."

SMASH!

Sythe slammed his heavy palm onto the table. "Ungrateful junior! This is an Immortal's legacy! Two thousand, and I am practically gifting it to you!"

"The 'Immortal's legacy' hasn't seen a broom in ten years," Zani countered smoothly, his tone unshaken. "One thousand six hundred."

"One thousand nine hundred! That is my final word!" Sythe roared, his eyes wide.

"One thousand seven hundred," Zani replied, his eyes narrowing sharply. "If you refuse, I will simply walk away and purchase the empty plot near the southern border."

What followed was a brutal battle of wits between an old fox and a young wolf, neither willing to give an inch. Finally, after a heavy, suffocating silence, Sythe sighed heavily and waved his hand in defeat.

"Fine. One thousand eight hundred copper coins."

Returning to the table, the tense atmosphere vanished like smoke. The two began chatting and laughing warmly, looking exactly like sworn brothers.

"These are the land deeds of my field," Zani said, retrieving the official documents from his robes. "Chief, please appraise them."

"Hmm." Accepting the deeds, Sythe's eyes narrowed to expertly inspect the imperial seals. Only after confirming they were genuine did he set them down. "I am well aware of where your field is located, and how rich the soil is. According to the official imperial rate, they are worth one thousand five hundred coppers."

Stroking his beard, he offered a magnanimous smile. "However, if you are selling them to me privately, I am willing to give you one thousand six hundred coppers."

"Deal."

"Good. So, settling the accounts for the training ground, you now owe me two hundred copper coins. Or rather, two silver."

"Hmm. Chief, I also have the deeds to my ancestral home. Please appraise them as well." Zani handed over another stack of worn papers.

Sythe flipped through them, shaking his head with a pitying sigh. "Your courtyard is in severe disrepair, and the Feng Shui of the location is far from ideal. If you sell it to the imperial office, you will only receive five silver coins. But, if you wait and find a truly desperate buyer, perhaps you could squeeze out six silver."

Zani smiled faintly in his heart. Who in this village would buy my ruined courtyard?

"I thank the Chief for his profound guidance," Zani said, neatly taking the deeds back. "But I will simply sell it to the imperial office to save time."

Sythe's expression stiffened for a fraction of a second before he smoothly recovered. "Very well. Then, adjusting the balance, I now owe you three silver."

After collecting his silver, firmly securing the deed to the training ground within his robes, and politely declining the Chief's invitation to a banquet, Zani stepped out of the residence.

Huff.

His heart ached slightly. Selling off all his earthly possessions in this world was exhausting work. If the ancestors of this family knew he had just uprooted their entire foundation, they would surely crawl back from the yellow springs just to curse him.

Well, they are the ancestors of this body, not mine. Thinking of this, a relaxed, pragmatic smile surfaced on Zani's face. The foundation was finally laid. Now, onto-

GRRRR.

Feeling his stomach growling like a starved beast, his grand ambitions paused. "I need food. Let's go to the tavern first, and I can pack some dinner so I won't need to return."

Heading toward the only tavern in the village, he ate a quick, hearty meal and had his dinner packed securely.

Then, he set to work.

First, he returned to the old courtyard, with a hired an ox cart to transport his meager furniture and belongings. Next, he headed straight toward his newly acquired domain.

By the time evening arrived and the sun was starting its descent, Zani was standing before the old training ground with two hired laborers behind him.

From the outside, one could only see towering stone walls and a massive set of rusted iron gates.

Legends said that when this place was first established, it sat in utter isolation at the desolate edge of the village. But as time flowed like a river, the mortal world prospered, and the village expanded. Now, residential buildings pressed tightly against three sides of the high walls, leaving only the front gates facing the main street.

It had been decades since these heavy gates were unsealed. So, the moment word spread through the village that the orphan Zani had actually bought the cursed grounds, a commotion broke out. Villagers swarmed the main street like a tide. Some wanted to mock his youthful foolishness, some wanted to satisfy their lifelong curiosity about what lay hidden inside, and others simply came for the spectacle.

A massive, whispering crowd had gathered by the time Zani stepped forward and placed his hands on the cold metal, pushing the heavy iron gates open.

Creak...

As the dust of a decade settled, the true scene was finally revealed: an expansive, desolate courtyard completely overrun with wild, waist-high weeds, leading up to a grand, silent hall sitting like a dormant beast at the very end.

[Ding]

[Quest: Own an enclosed domain larger than 5,000 square feet]

[Status: Completed]

[Host, Name the Sect (Changeable) to claim your reward]

 

[Qem1ng]

This is an Immortal's legacy

Click to shrink...

Uhu and then why let IT rot away? Serious, for honoring their ancestors and being in awe for immortals thats Just absurd.

 

[Pind_Ala]

Uhu and then why let IT rot away? Serious, for honoring their ancestors and being in awe for immortals thats Just absurd.

Click to shrink...

Thank you for questioning. You see the training ground was build century ago, and it was taken care of until just a decade ago.
That is why it's stated that it has not been cleaned for almost a decade.

Time changes many things, new chief might not have seen immortal himself.

 

[Pind_Ala]

From my knowledge, there are no 'sects' in Grains City, Zani thought, staring blankly at the ruined, weed-infested courtyard before him.

I do not even know what a true sect looks like. Nor have I ever laid eyes on a soaring Immortal.

All his knowledge of the profound martial path came from village storytellers and exaggerated mortal myths. He only knew that the first stage of cultivation was called 'Skin Tempering,' and that Chief Sythe was supposedly an expert at this stage.

Moreover, within Grains City, there are only three official dojos and the Mayor's Manor. To the locals, those are the only sacred grounds capable of producing true martial artists.

If he dared to hang a signboard declaring this ruined courtyard a 'Dojo' or a 'Sect,' the local experts would surely smash his gates to preserve their own face and authority. Thus, doing so right now would simply be asking for a beating.

For a name, his choices were heavily restricted.

A temple? No. If he named it something like 'Iron Temple,' no one would dare join; in this region, temples were strictly for ascetic monks who had severed their worldly desires.

That left only a term from his past life. A Gym.

I will name it the Iron Core Gym, Zani decided inwardly, his eyes flashing with determination.

...

Nothing happened.

[Host must hang a physical signboard bearing the Sect's name to complete the naming process.]

Zani released a long sigh, continuing to stare absentmindedly through the rusted iron gates of the old training ground.

Behind him, a crowd of villagers had gathered. The peanut gallery was already whispering, their voices filled with heavy schadenfreude and pity.

"So, this is what the Immortal's legacy looks like from the inside?"

"Bah! Just a weed-infested dump. I wasted my time coming here."

"You only wasted your time. That foolish orphan wasted his entire ancestral inheritance to buy it."

"What was he thinking? Has grief completely rotted his brain?"

"Could there be some hidden treasure buried inside that main hall?"

Hearing the crowd muttering behind them, the two hired laborers exchanged awkward glances. They were feeling more shame than the young master who was currently standing frozen before the gates. They naturally assumed the boy was having a mental breakdown after realizing he had been thoroughly scammed by the Chief.

"Young Master Zani?" one of them asked gently, stepping forward to support the boy. "Perhaps we should return your belongings to the old house for now..."

Zani said nothing; he ignored everything as he walked to the beast cart and fetched a heavy iron sickle from his meager belongings, which had cost him forty copper coins in the market.

Turning back to the two laborers, Zani cupped his fists politely. "Uncles, please follow me. We must clear a path through these weeds to the main hall before nightfall."

Without waiting for their bewildered response, Zani stepped into the sea of waist-high grass, ruthlessly hacking a path forward.

Realizing the young man's firm resolve, the two older men quickly grabbed their tools and followed behind.

Cutting through the thick, stubborn weeds and hauling all of Zani's belongings into the empty, dust-choked main hall consumed the remainder of the daylight.

By nightfall, Zani was lying flat on a hard wooden bed in the village tavern, his body thoroughly exhausted.

"I was too hasty in bringing my belongings over. It would have been wiser to hire men to clear the domain first," he muttered, massaging his sore shoulders.

Thinking of the current, pathetic state of his 'sacred training ground,' Zani could only sigh at the heavens.

In his past life on Earth, he had been a simple man with no grand ambitions. Because of a deep psychological scar suffered in his youth, he had never married, spending his twilight years in a quiet village teaching young students. It was a fulfilling, peaceful life, but when his time at the yellow springs finally came, he was left with one profound regret.

No one was going to remember him.

He had no descendants. He had done nothing world-shaking. Within a single year of his passing, his name would fade like dust in the wind.

But this life was different. He had been blessed by the heavens with a System.

I will forge a legacy, Zani thought, his eyes burning with a newfound, unyielding resolve in the dim tavern room. I will become an existence that is revered even after centuries pass. Furthermore, this profound world possessed the ultimate allure: Immortality. To grasp it, he was willing to swallow any hardship.

Sorting his chaotic thoughts, he closed his eyes and sank into a deep, dreamless slumber.

The next morning.

Knock, knock.

Zani stood before a sturdy wooden house, sweating slightly under the morning sun.

"Brother Teer! Are you inside?"

Before long, the heavy wooden door swung open, revealing a burly, heavily scarred man exuding a fierce, imposing aura.

"Little Brother Zani! It is rare to see you, let alone at my door," the rugged man boomed. "Tell me, what brings you to seek out this older brother?"

Teer was the premier hunter of Big Wheat Village.

Their village bordered the perilous Slaughter City, separated only by a vast, sprawling mountain range. These mountains teemed with wild beasts and medicinal herbs, making hunting a lucrative, albeit highly dangerous, profession. However, since the most ferocious beasts on the outer edges were mostly wild boars, a skilled man like Teer lived quite comfortably.

Cupping his fists respectfully, Zani put on a flawless display of urgency. "Brother Teer, I require your martial prowess. I found a massive snake nested in the training ground I just purchased. I fear for my life clearing the brush alone."

"Oh? A serpent?" Teer laughed heartily, his chest puffing out. "Worry not, Little Brother! This Teer will help you slaughter it and clear it out."

They quickly negotiated a fair price of thirty-five copper coins for the hunter's protection. Gritting his teeth at the mounting expenses, Zani also sought out the two old laborers once more. With Teer standing guard with his blade drawn to deal with the local wildlife, the three of them made quick work of the overgrown courtyard.

By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, the sprawling courtyard was completely stripped of weeds from the inside out.

Standing at the grand iron gates, Zani clasped his hands and bowed slightly, giving the men maximum face as he paid them and bid them farewell. Only once they were entirely out of sight did he lock the heavy gates and trudge back toward the tavern.

"The martial path is truly paved with copper," Zani lamented, sitting cross-legged on his tavern bed as he calculated his ledger.

"Twenty copper coins to hire the two laborers today... Thirty-five copper coins for Brother Teer... Twenty copper coins used yesterday for the beast cart to move my belongings... And my food and lodging at this tavern comes to fifteen copper coins..."

He poured the remaining coins from his pouch onto the bed, counting them meticulously.

"Combined with the forty coppers spent on my iron sickle, I am left with exactly one silver and seventy copper coins."

Having balanced his bleeding accounts, he let out a tired breath and fell back onto the sheets.

The following day, Zani did not hire any help.

Working completely alone, he spent the entire day sweeping the massive main hall, clearing away a decade's worth of spiderwebs, and violently scrubbing the stone floors until they revealed their original, cold luster. Finally, he arranged his meager furniture.

The hall was incredibly spacious, explicitly designed by the ancients for weapon mastery. The floor was paved with solid stone, featuring five distinct, circular soil rings meant for sparring matches.

Attached to the left wing of the hall were three adjoining rooms: a large kitchen area and two living quarters.

Zani claimed the master quarters for himself. That night, he finally slept in his own domain, no longer forced to bleed his precious coppers at the tavern.

Ten days passed in a flash.

"Finally... everything is done."

Leaning heavily on a wooden hoe, Zani wiped the grime and sweat from his brows.

For the past ten days, he had cultivated like a madman - not with profound martial arts, but with brutal manual labor. He had painstakingly loosened the soil in the massive courtyard, digging out stubborn weed roots and hauling away jagged stones, rendering the earth perfectly flat and suitable for physical conditioning.

"I will rest for the remainder of today. Tomorrow, I will visit the carpenter and officially commission the signboard."

Though he could have hung a cheap piece of scrap wood ten days ago to quickly claim his System reward, he had firmly held back. In his heart, hanging the board was a sacred ceremony.

It was the true opening of his sect.

The next morning, the sky was bright and clear.

Zani stood before the grand gates, dressed in neat, immaculate robes. His posture was straight as a spear, his hands clasped firmly behind his back, exuding the faint, unfathomable aura of a young master.

Above him, two hired carpenters balanced precariously on ladders, carefully securing a heavy, beautifully carved wooden signboard above the iron gates.

Iron Core Gym.

The moment the heavy board settled firmly into place, a crisp, mechanical sound echoed in his mind.

[Ding~]

[Sect Name Registered: Iron Core Gym]

[Sect Master: Zani]

[Disciples: 0]

[Naming Completed.]

[Reward: Dumbbell Set (Max Weight: 500kg) x 5]