My Disciples are the Strongest

"Excuse me, how can I help you?" asked the woman from the Cultivator Alliance Office with a smile.

William took out a contract from his storage ring and handed it to her "Hello, I want to exchange for the sect creation token."

The contract was wrinkled, with some cracks on the corners and yellowing, and it looked a bit old.

The woman looked at William and took the contract suspiciously: "Please wait, I need to check it."

William didn't care about her skepticism, after all, there are not many people who apply to create a sect when you're just a mortal... a body-cultivator to be exact.

No, maybe he is the only one, because body-cultivators simply cannot have such a precious thing as a sect creation contract.

And as for how did he get this well it's a story for another time.

"Verification is successful, this contract for the establishment of a sect is formal and valid, but..." The woman hesitated.

"but?"

"Are you sure you want to exchange this contract?"

"Of course." William was confused by the woman's attitude, but still gave a positive answer.

The woman took the contract away, took out an ancient token, and handed it to "According to the content of the contract, you have exchanged for the right to use the Black lands to establish a sect. If you have any questions when establishing a sect, you can ask the one who will guide you."

"I understand, thank you" William said as he exit the office.

The woman watched him go, her expression softening with pity. "I hope his sect finds disciples in that curse lands" she sighed.

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The next day

In the Northern part of the continent, the most desolate wasteland in the continent, two figures, one old and one young, stood facing the other in the hall of a tattered mansion.

"William, are you sure this is where you want to establish your Sect? This place has an inhospitable nature. Cultivators have deserted this place for over the years," the elderly man said.

"Yes, I'm very certain!" William, nodded, his eyes firm.

"If that's what you decided. Henceforth, this is your Sect! Now put your blood into your first rank seal and imprint it in the Hall of your sect. Your registration will then be complete," the Old man, Felix, reminded him.

The first rank was the lowest. Next was the second rank, up to the sixth rank. Above the sixth rank came the Sacred Land!

The Northern part of the continent only had one Sacred Land, which was also the most powerful faction in this place.

With the first rank seal in his possession, one could set up a sect, and establish a first rank Sect. It was akin to obtaining the approval of the whole of the Northern continent.

On the other hand, if a person set up a Sect without approval–unless the person had heaven-defying strength–the Sect would be surrounded and be mercilessly annihilated by all other Sects or Cultivators!

William nodded and retrieved the first rank sect seal. He dropped his blood on it and imprinted it onto the formation in the Hall of the mansion.

As the light spread and suffused, the registration ceremony was completed.

This meant that William had now become the official master and owner of this sect.

"Aether!"

He imprinted the name he had long thought of onto the formation. Simultaneously, the words "Aether" slowly appeared on the stone tablet outside the newly established Sect.

"Congratulations, Sect leader of the Aether, William Vengeance! After a month and a half, this old man will pick you up for the first round of sect's examination!" Felix, reminded him once again.

The old man was a notary of The Cultivator Alliance. His mission was to take charge of the assessment and supervision.

The alliance mainly asses the newly establish sects to determine if they can really produce results.

William and the others who establish new sects then had to undergo a year of examinations. Only by passing through the rounds of examinations and tests would they be qualified to become the leader of the Sect.

If they failed the assessment, then they were naturally denied the Sect seal and would lose their identity as Sect master.

William smiled as he watched Old man Felix leave then muttered.

"Is this all right?"

The answer to him was two lines of text that appeared in front of him.

[Host has met the activation conditions by establishing the sect!]

[The Ultimate Sect System is now activated!]

"Finally…"