Starting As A Clan Leader: My Rules Are A Bit Wild

Chapter 1: Being the Sect Master is Not Easy

"Hmm? This game is quite interesting."

Lin Fan marveled, "Starting with a declining sect, struggling to survive, relying on a few old folks to hold it together. The disciples are either mediocre or short-lived, and the sect's resources are almost depleted. It's on the verge of extinction."

"The player takes on the role of the new Sect Master, saving the sect from danger."

"And it's not just about being mediocre. There's a small 'assessment' every year, and a major 'assessment' every ten years. The assessment could be an invasion by external enemies, enemies seeking revenge, or even Heavenly Demons from beyond the realm or meteor showers from the heavens. If you can't pass, then..."

After reading the game introduction and understanding the gameplay, Lin Fan found it even more interesting.

"For a game like this, with a little bit of advertising, there should be players, right? Why is it that after being online for a year, all the data is still zero?"

"Did they go bankrupt and couldn't afford advertising?"

"Well, let me be the one to try it out. If the game is good, I'll give it a high rating."

Lin Fan is a gaming content creator.

He has played countless games, easily surpassing ten thousand, and has completed over three thousand games. Due to his witty and humorous video style, he has over three million fans. He's doing quite well in this industry.

The only downside is that he once publicly declared that he would never promote any products.

Now, he somewhat regrets it...

Other content creators with hundreds of thousands of fans already have luxury houses, fancy cars, and beautiful models, while his income barely reaches a comfortable level.

Ding.

Download and installation complete.

Lin Fan opened the game and the next second, everything went black.

"What the f*ck, this game is toxic!!!"

...

"Sect Master, Sect Master?"

...

...

Swish!

Lin Fan rolled over and got up, cursing, "You motherf*cker... Huh?!"

He was dumbfounded.

"What is this?"

Everything around him was too unfamiliar.

And who is this old man standing by my bed, with white hair but a rosy complexion?!

Suddenly, his head started throbbing.

Memories flooded his mind.

Lin Fan was stunned.

"What the f*ck!"

He cursed.

It seems like... he transmigrated!

This is Embracing Moon Sect, once a top sect in the southwest region of the Immortal Martial Continent. But in recent years, it has declined and lost its successors, now reduced to a third-rate power.

In its prime, there were millions of disciples and over ten thousand spiritual mountains. How spirited and full of vitality it was! It even once competed with the Sacred Land, although it almost got wiped out...

But at least it had some backbone!

But now, there is only one mountain left, and the once vast territory has been taken over by others.

Even with just this, it's all because a few old guys still have some skills. Otherwise, they wouldn't even be able to protect this last bit of foundation, let alone maintain their status as a third-rate sect. They might even face the destruction of their lineage!

The unlucky guy who transmigrated is also named Lin Fan. He just became the sect master of the Embracing Moon Sect yesterday.

His cultivation is nothing special, and his talent is mediocre.

The reason he became the sect master is solely because the few old guys didn't want to bear the responsibility.

To put it in Lin Fan's own words that he overheard: "The demise of the Embracing Moon Sect is already a foregone conclusion, almost impossible to change. If I become the sect master and the Embracing Moon Sect is destroyed under my leadership, how can I face the ancestors of the sect in the afterlife?"

"So, even if the Embracing Moon Sect's lineage is destroyed, it cannot be destroyed by my hands..."

The five elders, five old guys, are all cultivators at the fourth realm, the Grotto-Heaven realm. Their cultivation is not weak, at least considered good among third-rate sects, but their thoughts are surprisingly unanimous.

This makes Lin Fan's mouth twitch in madness.

The cultivation realms of the Immortal Martial Continent are divided into: Profound Opening, Condensing Essence, Profound Essence, Grotto-Heaven, Finger Mystic, Knowing Destiny, Dao Integration, Shattering Void, and Immortal Ascension.

Opening the physical body's Profound Gate, condensing the Essence Qi of heaven and earth, transforming the Essence Qi into Profound Essence and gathering it within the Profound Gate, then opening the Grotto-Heaven of the five viscera. After that, it is the comprehension of the Dao, where all sorts of mysteries can be gathered at the fingertips, known as Finger Mystic.

After that, there is the knowledge of destiny, the merging of the Great Dao, the shattering of the void, and finally ascending to the immortal realm.

Each realm is further divided into nine small realms, commonly referred to as the Ninth Layer. Some people prefer to call them the XXth layer, such as the eighth Profound Gate, the ninth Grotto-Heaven, and so on.

Memories keep flooding in, but Lin Fan becomes more and more speechless.

He is just a small fry at the Condensing Essence realm, and he has just entered it.

These old guys at the Grotto-Heaven realm could kill him with just one finger, and they are all from the generation of "ancestors"!

Yet they don't want to be the sect master and let him do it?

Is there anyone more unlucky than him?

What's even more unlucky is... he is actually the most talented disciple among the current generation, or rather, among the disciples of the past three generations!

A handsome young man at the age of twenty, at the Condensing Essence realm. His talent is not "extraordinary," but it's just average. Yet, he is already considered the best among three generations???

Oh well, there were indeed disciples with better talent in the previous two generations, but they all died.

Lin Fan: "..."

Among the current disciples, um, there are only seven left, and it seems... they are all trash, completely trash, they can't even understand how to live their lives.

It seems difficult for them to be the sect master.

Until this moment, Lin Fan finally realizes how thorough this so-called "lack of successors" is.

Even a mediocre sect would have more and stronger disciples than the Embracing Moon Sect!

Lin Fan's thoughts are in turmoil.

But in the eyes of the elder Su Xinghai, he is just daydreaming. He can't help but remind him, "Sect master, it's already mid-morning. Shouldn't you hurry up and think of ways to recruit disciples, to make our Embracing Moon Sect flourish and regain its former glory?"

"Young people shouldn't be negligent!"

Lin Fan suddenly feels overwhelmed, as if ten thousand alpacas are running through his mind, but in the end, he can only sigh helplessly, "Alright, Elder Su, you go down first. I'll think of a solution."

"Time waits for no one, sect master. We all believe in you!"

"You can definitely lead us to recreate the glory of the past!"

"By then, we will have thousands of disciples from the Embracing Moon Sect and countless spiritual mountains. As the sect master, you will be a giant figure in the Immortal Martial Continent. Who wouldn't show immense respect when they see you? Any fairy from various realms, as long as you find them pleasing, who would dare to refuse?"

The elder left, his face filled with a "helpless" expression.

Giving Lin Fan a disdainful look.

He's just making empty promises!!!

And he's not even serious!

Su Xinghai left.

Lin Fan rubbed his temples, feeling overwhelmed.

"Transmigrate, and it happens to be exactly like the game introduction. Is it a problem with the game that forcefully transmigrated me, or did I get electrocuted and become a vegetable, and all of this is just my dreams and fantasies?"

He tried pinching his thigh, and it hurt.

"..."

"Sigh, regardless of the situation, let's treat it as a real transmigration. Otherwise, it would be difficult to handle."

Lin Fan sighed deeply.

What if it's real? If I mess up, wouldn't it be a disaster?

He still remembered the game introduction, at least one small crisis every year, a major crisis every ten years, and supposedly a world-ending crisis every hundred years. As for the thousand years... it was omitted, but even a fool could guess that it would be stronger than a hundred years.

"Who the f*ck wants to transmigrate to a place like this? I was living so comfortably on Earth. Even if I don't bring any goods, with my current wealth, I can save impoverished girls who lack clothing and shelter every day until I'm eighty, and still have a different one every day!"

"Coming to this ghost place, starting in hell, it's really..."

"Sigh, the only advantage might be that the maximum lifespan is longer, right?"

The Immortal Martial Continent is abundant in spiritual energy, and the maximum lifespan for ordinary people exceeds two hundred years, while those in the Condensing Essence realm can live to around five hundred years.

"The prerequisite is that I can live that long, with a crisis every year."

Lin Fan frowned, starting to consider how to break through the situation.

As the saying goes, life is like being forced. If you can't resist, then try to enjoy it.

"So, I only have one goal, to survive."

"And the premise of survival is to make the sect stronger and make myself stronger."

"System?!"

Lin Fan tried calling out to Goldfinger, but it was useless. After struggling for a while, there was nothing.

"But I remember in the game introduction, as long as I develop the sect, I can become stronger, especially by recruiting disciples. If their talent evaluation is above A-level, I can share their talent and strength..."

"So, whether I transmigrated into the 'game' or not, maybe I can judge it based on this. I'll recruit a disciple with A-level or higher talent and see my own talent and strength. If it is..."

"Damn it!"

Just when he finally sorted out his thoughts, Lin Fan couldn't help but complain, "Without the system, how would I know whose talent is above A-level?"

He rubbed his head, almost pulling out his hair.

For a long, long time.

Finally, he calmed down, unraveling the clues and relying on his professional knowledge and the countless fantasy novels he read in middle school to summarize certain patterns...

"Since it's a world of immortals and fantasy, with countless cultivators, there must be a chosen one or protagonist template, right?"

"I can't tell what level of talent they have, but I refuse to believe that someone with a protagonist template or the destiny of a chosen one would have poor talent!"

"So, let's select based on this perspective."

Lin Fan grabbed pen and paper and began writing quickly.

"I remember that in three days, Embracing Moon Sect will be accepting disciples. Let's change the rules first!"

In the evening.

Lin Fan finally left Embracing Moon Palace - which was actually where the sect leader practiced and lived.

Looking at the small sect in front of him, Lin Fan's face turned dark again.

The scene before him was so different from what he had imagined a cultivation sect to be.

The dilapidated mountain top, the few old buildings, the desolate sect square...

At this moment, the five elders approached.

Lin Fan looked over and paused his gaze on the second elder, Wu Xingyun.

The five elders consisted of three men and two women. The male elders all looked like old men, while the women appeared young and beautiful, looking like mature beauties. Especially the second elder, Wu Xingyun, who not only was beautiful but also had an extraordinary understanding of the Great Dao.

"Sect Leader."

"Have you thought of a way to promote our Embracing Moon Sect?"

Su Xinghai asked with folded hands.

Seeing the 'sincere' look in his eyes, Lin Fan's mouth twitched.

He wanted to curse!

You guys didn't want to be the sect leader yourselves, but you kept urging me?!

"Cough."

He coughed and said, "As the sect leader, I believe that one of the main reasons why our Embracing Moon Sect is declining is because our system and rules have problems."

"Coincidentally, in three days, we will be accepting disciples. I have prepared a new set of rules for you to look at."

Lin Fan's hand trembled as he handed the densely written 'new rules' to the five elders.

They looked at each other and then focused their attention on the rules.

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Iron Rules for Accepting Disciples:

1. Priority will be given to those with the surnames Xiao, Ye, Shi, and Lin.

2. Priority will be given to those who like to talk to themselves with objects like rings.

3. Priority will be given to those who have survived great calamities three times or more and have a mysterious background for their fiancée.

4. Priority will be given to geniuses who have been divorced or fallen from grace and have parents who mysteriously disappeared.

5. Priority will be given to those who are targeted and harassed as soon as they arrive at the sect gate.

6. Those who like to have a mysterious smile at the corners of their mouths and whose enemies also like to laugh sinisterly will be directly designated as direct disciples.

7. Those who have had their bones dug out and are in imminent danger will be directly designated as direct disciples.

8. Those who are timid and extremely cautious, constantly proclaiming that they are about to die, will be directly designated as direct disciples.

9. Those with ever-changing personalities, even switching between male and female, will be directly designated as direct disciples.

10. ...

(End of this chapter)