Xu Yuyu seemed to know what was going on in his heart, and added: "No matter how you explain it, as long as you are not afraid of the elders in the Sutra Pavilion asking you to have a heart-to-heart talk, you can try to get a demon-suppressing vein."
After saying this, he ignored Wang Zijia's reaction and his body collapsed again.
No one spoke. After waiting for a while, there was no movement at all this time.
Wang Zijia looked around at the crowd and said to Nong Yufei: "Brother Nong, how is the personnel assessment going?"
"It's almost coming to an end. There are 3 top-grade spiritual roots, 213 high-grade spiritual roots, 11,324 middle-grade and above-grade spiritual roots, and 36,985 low-grade spiritual roots. The selection of 10,000 mortals or warriors without spiritual roots has been roughly completed."
At this point, he paused and added: "Because junior brother, you require all spiritual root disciples to collect all, so in addition to the above people, there are also false spiritual roots and residual spiritual roots of the fifth level and below that are also collected. A total of 95,461 people.”
"Now it has been roughly tested, but the surrounding small forces have not been notified yet. I wonder how junior brother plans to distribute these personnel?"
This is the practice in those first-class dynasty areas, or in the country where there are subordinate forces of sects. During the National Immortal Ascension Conference, Wanyu Sect was responsible for collecting people and taking away most of the geniuses, leaving the remaining crooked melons and cracked jujubes to be divided among the subordinate forces.
Wang Zijia frowned, the number of people was too small. You know, the population of Tianhong was nearly 200 million thirty years ago. Now, after thirty years of turmoil, it has declined a lot, but it should still be just over 100 million. The chance of being a person with spiritual roots is equivalent to only one in a thousand.
It would be fine if this was an ordinary place. Under the rule of the Wanyu Sect, which had not admitted anyone for many years, this ratio was already very low.
"There is no need to notify other forces. There are no forces related to the sect around here. All those with qualifications below the fifth level will be arranged to go to Jingchan Mountain. Thirty thousand will be reserved for the lower grades, and ten thousand will be reserved for the middle grades and above. To meet the quota for the list, the remaining I will also send it there. I plan to establish a subordinate sect there." Wang Zijia said calmly.
"Uh..." Nong Yufei and Lei Junjie both looked up in astonishment, looked at Wang Zijia and said, "Send all the 100,000 disciples?"
"What, is there anything wrong?" Wang Zijia asked.
Nong Yufei and Lei Junjie looked at each other, and finally Lei Junjie said: "Senior brother, it's okay if you have a family with a population of several million. These disciples can intermarry, which will help give birth to disciples with high spiritual roots."
"But the support provided by Jianzong's... top-level pulse-opening powers only has more than 10,000 places in the initial stage. Even if some brothers turn a blind eye to some aspects, the number cannot exceed 12,000. portion.”
"And the total amount of support is the initial hundred years. If you collect all this waste in one go, all the support resources will be wasted..."
At this point, Lei Junjie stopped talking, but what he wanted to express was already very clear.
"Who said I want to get a hundred thousand cultivation disciples? Can't they only cultivate immortality and not martial arts? Don't the innate warriors also have the strength of junior boys and can use talismans? Can't we use these people to build a sect? "Wang Zijia replied.
Nong Yufei endured it for a long time, but still couldn't hold it back, and said: "Senior brother, even if the martial arts training of Linggen disciples is very effective, it is still very difficult to break through the innate."
In speech, the wording is still relatively euphemistic. Not only is it difficult, but it is so easy to break one's innate ability. Some small families have already allowed those disciples with extremely low qualifications who are not allocated the skills to practice martial arts and make money.
"Of course I know all this. I have my own plans. You just have to act according to my arrangements." After Wang Zijia said this, he looked at the two of them and asked, "Or is your family planning to come to my sect to contribute?"
Nong Yufei and Lei Junjie looked at each other. If Wang Zijia had received such an invitation before revealing this outrageous arrangement, they would have definitely been willing. But now that Jianzong is playing for fun, his family still doesn't want to get involved.
Once the initial hundred years of support is wasted and fails to meet certain standards, and then the support drops significantly, a vicious cycle will form, causing the failure of the construction of subordinate sects. So both of them fell silent.
"I'll get the list." After a moment of silence, Nong Yufei said.
Wang Zijia nodded and added: "Only 50,000 people are left on the list. Remember to send me the ones I marked."
"Senior Brother, you only need twenty or thirty high-grade spiritual roots to leave. After all, there are more than two hundred this time, and you saved a lot of them. It is impossible for me to say anything. But Liang Chengnawa... "..." Nong Yufei paused and said in embarrassment:
"There are only three top-quality spiritual roots this time, and he is also the thunder spirit root, which is the best among the three. It is related to the completion of our apprenticeship mission and the subsequent rewards..."
"Don't worry, it won't affect your mission of recruiting disciples. Although I arranged for this kid to join the Demon-Suppressing Sect, he will also be named in the Pulse Sect. He will use the quota of genius disciples that I will establish in the Pulse Sect, and it will be counted as a subordinate of the Pulse Suppressing Sect. Sect, to support the subordinate sects." Wang Zijia naturally knew what he wanted to express and replied like this.
"That's no problem!" After saying that, the group ended the meeting.
Wang Zijia also took An Xingsheng with him. As he left the main control room, he said, "You have also been in contact with my family in the past few days. Which one do you think is more suitable to take the lead?"
An Xingsheng glanced at Wang Zijia carefully and said with a smile: "Uncle, it's up to you to decide. This disciple has very short eyelids and his eyesight is not good enough!"
Wang Zijia glared at An Xingsheng and said, "Just say what you say. How can I say that you are talking nonsense?"
When An Xingsheng heard this, he showed an apologetic smile, hesitated for a moment and said: "I think that Senior Brother Xiang Ji and Senior Brother Xiang Fei are both good. Senior Brother Xiang Ji is more suitable for managing disciples, and Senior Brother Xiang Fei is more suitable for being a head teacher. In addition, Senior Brother Xiang Fei is more suitable for managing disciples." Uncle Master, you can also take a look at the disciples who are joining the team this time, maybe there will be someone suitable."
Wang Zijia raised his eyebrows and gave An Xingsheng a meaningful look. Xiang Feifei's grandfather, Xiang Ji, has some management ability, but it is far from the level that An Xingsheng said. On the other hand, Uncle Twenty-one, Xiang Fei, was indeed his favorite manager.
What An Xingsheng wanted to express was probably the separation of powers and checks and balances. After all, it was about establishing a clan, not a family.
Wang Zijia didn't care much about this. The reason why he tried Feng Haonan and Liang Cheng before was to find the Supreme Elder for the Demon Suppression Sect?
As long as these two people grow up quickly, there will be no harm to the Xiang family and it can only be beneficial to Wang Zijia. After all, there is a large sect with 100,000 people at the beginning. When 100,000 innate warriors come out, the Xiang family's little heritage will be integrated into it.
(End of chapter)
