System's Super Sect Chapter 881 833: The Immortal Sect's Grand Recruitment Plan Begins

"They've been rounded up to plant trees again."

"The talents within our Heaven-Gazing Gorge are truly exceptional, yet this Immortal Sect forces us to plant trees—it is an absolute humiliation!"

"I had been waiting to demonstrate my worth on the Seven Domains Celestial Ascension Ranking immediately after emerging from the Inheritance Land. Instead, I find myself caught and forced to plant trees."

A soft chorus of sighs rippled through the group.

Seventeen individuals were guided forward.

Qin Shan ushered the seventeen to the side, gesturing toward the seventeen sets of tools scattered across the ground as he declared, "Each of you shall take one set; you are to spend the next seven days planting trees!"

The expressions of those seventeen Earth Unrestricted Experts hardened instantly. Some clenched their fists, seemingly prepared to lash out, while others leaned forward, ready to charge.

"Do you intend to insult us?"

"Planting trees? I am a practitioner of the Earth Unrestricted Realm..."

Qin Shan cut him off sharply, "Fine, if trees don't suit you, you may go farming. The choice is yours. Naturally, there is a third option: death. My earnest advice is that those who refuse to work should choose that third path, and please do not waste any more of my time."

Having delivered those words, Qin Shan swept his cold gaze over the group, letting his eyes linger on the burning resentment directed at him before finally settling on Cao Tianjue.

Caught off guard, Cao Tianjue offered an awkward smile, dutifully stepped forward to retrieve a set of tools, and cast a glance at the servants toilng in the distance before clumsily imitating their digging. Feng Xiaoshi and several others swiftly followed suit, choosing compliance over conflict.

After all, can one really sustain themselves on pride alone?

Certainly not.

Witnessing their peers, the others who still harbored internal rage gradually suppressed it, retrieved their tools, and surrendered to the labor.

The last one left standing was a younger Earth Unrestricted Expert, who stood his ground with stubborn defiance, arguing, "I already handed over four hundred thousand White Crystal, yet the Immortal Sect dares to treat me with such disrespect. What is the meaning of this?"

"What is your name?" Qin Shan queried.

"Shen Family... Shen Jue!"

As he spoke, Shen Jue tilted his head haughtily, casting an arrogant look down upon Qin Shan.

Qin Shan simply clapped his hands, turning as if to depart, "Very well, then I wish you luck. Let us hope you manage to prolong your existence."

With that final comment, Qin Shan briskly walked away.

Faced with Qin Shan's unwavering resolve, Shen Jue's arrogance was suddenly punctured by panic.

Death?

Life?

Which path to take?

Consider Shen Jue—a talent whose potential overshadowed fourteen cities, the earliest Earth Unrestricted genius in a century, holding the potential to ascend to the Middle Realm in the future.

Even the Upper Realm was within his reach!

How could he possibly suffer such a slight?

"Planting trees is an affront to my dignity! I choose to farm instead!" Shen Jue shouted decisively.

Qin Shan paused, a faint, amused smile touching his lips, "And you believe farming provides greater honor?"

"Food is the fundamental necessity of existence!"

Shen Jue retorted with firmness.

Laughing softly to himself, Qin Shan led him toward Medicine Mountain, delivering him into the care of Zhao Yi's aunt and uncle.

Upon seeing an Earth Unrestricted Expert arriving to assist them with planting Spirit Rice, the couple became quite flustered, not knowing how to handle such a high-level prisoner.

"Give him daily tasks. If he fails to complete them, notify me. The Sect Leader is feeling merciful, so there is no reason to be intimidated by his Realm—he is merely a prisoner here," Qin Shan remarked with an indifferent glance at Shen Jue before departing Medicine Mountain.

Shen Jue’s features twisted with suppressed fury, yet he dared not voice a complaint.

Internally, however, he swore a silent, vengeful oath: once these seven days in the Immortal Sect concluded, he would eventually settle the score.

If he couldn't defeat the Sword Demon, surely he could manage to strike at someone else in the Immortal Sect?

Take one life—it is a victory!

Take two—it is a profit!

Meanwhile, witnessing the Earth Unrestricted Experts tamely planting trees, the geniuses of the Red Leaf Sect fell deathly silent.

The complaints ceased.

The sighing stopped.

After all, if even Earth Unrestricted Experts were forced to plant trees, what worth did their humble Mountain Suppression Realm hold?

A dead genius is worth nothing.

"Hurry up and finish the work!"

"Suddenly, my situation doesn't seem quite so dire, does it?"

The crowd immediately began digging with newfound vigor.

...

Demon Emperor Lake.

When Wen Ping stepped through the Teleportation Array to Demon Emperor Lake carrying the Demon Pill, he found the Wood Dragon had finished kneeling before the Nuwa Statue to accept its legacy. Currently, the Wood Dragon was sequestered in a dense forest, channeling his internal Demon Power to condense a Demon Pill.

It was clear that the sudden hope for reclaiming his peak strength had ignited a desperate drive within the Wood Dragon.

This ambition, dormant for a millennium, had finally flared back to life.

Huaikong, Shifeng, and Peach Mother stood alongside Wen Ping, observing from a distance as the ocean of Demon Qi surrounding the woods collapsed into a single, solidified Demon Pill. The sheer intensity of the event far outstripped the ordinary birth of a Demon God.

As the three demons watched, captivated and mesmerized, Peach Mother cast a sneaky, curious glance toward Wen Ping, hoping to catch a glimpse of the being who stood in command over the Demon Emperor.

Then, she realized Wen Ping was looking directly at her!

Thud!

Her heart skipped a beat.

Wen Ping broke the silence smoothly, "Peach Mother, consume this."

With a flicker, Wen Ping produced a mundane-looking Demon Pill from his Storage Ring. Despite its appearance, the item possessed a concentration of Demon Qi that far surpassed that of a typical Demon God, enough to leave even Huaikong breathless by its purity.

Peach Mother stared in disbelief before tentatively accepting the pill, her eyes widening as she sensed the latent power hidden within it.

"Such immense and refined Demon Power!"

She gasped in shock.

Huaikong and Shifeng stood by, unable to suppress their own astonishment.

Wen Ping raised a hand to silence them, stating, "This is a remnant of a true Demon Beast's power. It is exceptionally vast and pure. See if your body can process it."

"I am humbled by the Sect Leader's immense generosity!"

Peach Mother knelt in gratitude.

While she had never been overly obsessed with power, the prospect of ascending to the rank of Demon God was far too enticing to ignore.