YM778.TV Chapter 876 - Registering A Sect
Chapter 876: Registering A Sect
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“This is an iron law of oligarchy that has been observed in the Bound of Universe for hundreds of thousands of years!”
Fatty snorted.
“If you don’t believe it, you may very well find a commoner and argue with them. Try and see the effect for yourself.”
Yun Yang exploded at once, retorting, “Why don’t you go and try it?”
The fatty was insane and malicious. It was no longer a joke, he was trying his level best to kill Yun Yang!
…
When both of them came to the local registrar of sects and schools, Yun Yang finally experienced for himself how fierce and how brutal the competition among the Bound of Universe’s cultivators was.
Given the fact that schools were already in existence, who were the ones that were packed tightly in front of him? One could tell by a single glance that there were more than hundreds of people lined up here.
Did this not mean that there were hundreds of sects waiting to be created?
These were only the ones currently in sight, a mere instant from an hour within a day…
How many schools were formed in the Bound of Universe throughout a year then?
Yun Yang began to feel slightly dizzy.
“We have to line up?”
“What else did you think? You don’t want to? Who are you not to?” Fatty snorted scornfully.
“Are you thinking to try bribery? Let me tell you, as long as these officials accept even a carrot from others, their entire family dies! They don’t even have to wait until they get home, a bolt of lightning will strike at once!”
Yun Yang discovered then that despite the low number of administrative officials here, the rules they had to follow were unimaginably stern. It was hard to picture the person who set these regulations - could he have been intoxicated when he cooked them up?
Otherwise, how could he be so extraordinarily fresh? It was not at all superficial!
About four hours later in the queue, Yun Yang’s turn finally came. Entering the place, there was a partition after the table. They could not even see the administrating person’s face.
“Name?”
“Yun Yang.”
“Sex?”
“… Male.”
“Occupation?”
“Uh, occupation?”
The sudden question flabbergasted Yun Yang.
The voice inside seemed to be very surprised as well.
“You didn’t pick a profession?”
“Pick a profession? Pick what profession?”
Yun Yang was lost.
Huffs and puffs could be heard coming from within.
“You haven’t even picked your occupation and you’re here to set up a sect?”
“No one told me about it…”
“Then did anyone tell you that… you’ll be hungry if you don’t eat? That you’ll be thirsty if you don’t drink? That your stomach will hurt if you have constipation? You’ll die if all those are serious?”
Yun Yang dared not make any further replies, fully intending to flee from the spot.
“Come back here!”
Yun Yang, who had reached the door, halted his steps abruptly. Being in another realm, he did not know if the place had any special restrictions. It was better to follow instructions - what if the celestial lightning struck him for being defiant?
“Running away? Where are you running away to? Since you don’t even know to pick your profession, I believe you wouldn’t know the rest of the procedures as well? Going to pick your profession now, are you?”
“Um… yes.”
“Then will you run away again when you come back and I ask you about other things? Do you know that what you’re doing now is stupid?”
Yun Yang felt utterly embarrassed. Since his debut, the most common comment made about him was Supreme Wit, the think tank of the Nine Supremes, clever and astute… these were the kind of adjectives used to describe him!
Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that he would be called an idiot today!
Furthermore, he felt that the opposite party was right and there was simply no way to rebuke him. It was a whole new experience, one that was aching yet rejuvenating.
“Which world did you ascend from? You look rather smart but you do foolish things. How can you cultivate to ascend to the Bound of Universe with that head of yours? Could the world you were in be exuding spiritual Qi and as long as you’re a person, you can ascend? Or have you eaten some mysterious and rare spiritual ingredient by chance and were enlightened overnight?”
Yun Yang was bordering insanity.
‘What the heck? How could they be so sarcastic?’
‘Even if what you said was the truth, I’m famed for being intelligent in the place where I came from!’
‘How could I be taken as a fool when I’m here?’
It was painful.
If people in Tianxuan Continent knew that their Supreme Cloud whom they had known to be shrewd, far-sighted, meticulous, and omnipotent, was actually treated as a fool here and was even tongue-tied from the conversation, it was worth wondering what their reaction would be.
Yun Yang exited the registrar with no small amount of exasperation.
“Fatty! You did it on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Wha - what?!”
“Profession! You pig - how can a sect be registered without a profession?”
“Oh - ohhhh! F*ck! You don’t have a profession?”
“Of course not!”
Yun Yang did not even want to speak a word from the rage boiling within him while Fatty looked at him with a gaze akin to looking at a wonder.
After a while, both of them walked out with their heads hung low. No longer exasperated, they were crestfallen.
…
At the registrar of professions, Yun Yang waited in a queue of about four hours before it reached his turn. The sky was already darkening.
“Your name is Yun Yang? Which Yun and which Yang? Yun of clouds (云yún)? Yang of sun (太阳tài yang) or Yang of goats (羊yáng) or Yang of triumph (得意洋洋dé yì yang yang) or Yang of pride and fulfillment (扬眉吐气yáng méi tǔ qì)?”
A strange voice came from the inside.
Yun Yang was bewildered once again.
What was this? Was the person trying to show off how knowledgeable he was from speaking so much?
“Cough, Yun of clouds and Yang of pride and fulfillment.”
“Oh, what profession are you picking? I’m telling you, you can only opt for seven occupations in this life of yours. Don’t go over or under. Once you decided, go forward with them confidently but if you pick the wrong ones, that’s it to your life. Understood?”
“Understood.”
“Then go on and pick.”
A few pieces of paper were tossed out with a swoosh; written on and across them were names of various professions.
The first page consisted of legitimate occupations like farmers, chefs, tailors, businessperson, dentist, shopkeeper, and there were even jobs like yamen official, coroner, mess cook and more. Yun Yang would not go for these professions, of course, thus he skipped and went to the second page.
The first profession listed on the second page was assassin while the second one was a bandit.
The corners of Yun Yang’s lips twitched in amusement.
Transactions that could cost an entire family’s lives in Tianxuan Continent once they were found out were actually stated so blatantly here. It was without a doubt that Yun Yang would go for both of these professions.
Swordsman, saber knight… He picked them as well. Secret weapon? Checked.
Hold on, it was already five and the person said that he could only choose seven…
Even as he thought of it, Yun Yang quickly asked, “Sir, does picking swordsman mean I can’t fight with other weapons anymore?”
“You can use your hands and legs.”
Yun Yang was left speechless, tens of thousands of curses rushing to the brink of his lips.
“What else do you want when you pick swordsman? Could you, a swordsman, not fight with your sword, but kill someone with your poop?” The voice that came from inside was snarky even as he said this.