Reversing Heaven: Demon Immortal
He Yiming (He Yiming's POV)
“Heh...” He Yiming slowly opened his eyes, feeling satisfied as he assessed his current condition.
His cultivation had finally stabilized—solid, with no falsehoods!
Next, all he needed was to find a Foundation Establishment Pill, and he would have a great chance of breaking through to the Foundation Establishment Realm!
“Now I need to refine some spiritual weapons. Also, from the Northern Expedition, I've recovered over a thousand spiritual herbs from the players, and half of them are things I've never even seen before… need to open up a furnace to refine pills, and see if the players have developed any new tricks…” He paused and considered, “There are still 20 days left until the end of the month, so I can head out on a few more Northern Expeditions, and that'll clear out the spiritual stone mines too…”
“By the time I've gathered all the materials for the Spirit Ascension Pill, the herbs in the Spirit Herb Garden should also be ready for harvest. Maybe I can help all the players break through to the Spiritual Vein Realm at once!”
“Then, the assessment at the end of the month will definitely be secured!”
He Yiming thought to himself, feeling that the future looked bright.
It was hard to believe how far he'd come. When he first came to the Extreme Wasteland, starting with almost impossible odds, now things were looking up!
As He Yiming stepped out of the secret chamber, a player rushed in and reported loudly, “Brother Ming, someone's here to see you! He says his name is Wang Ping from Haotian Academy!”
He Yiming's heart skipped a beat.
Why is Wang Ping here? Wasn't he supposed to come at the end of the month?
Wang Ping was an official at Haotian Academy, tasked with supervising and assessing him. Originally, he should have come at the end of the month to take He Yiming to Haotian Academy for the assessment.
Could it be that...?
Suppressing his unease, He Yiming walked quickly out of the great hall.
In the Sect Plaza
At the moment, the elder Wang Ping was standing there, looking bewildered as players surrounded him.
“Wow, it's a live NPC!”
“This old grandpa looks so strong. I wonder who's stronger, him or Brother Ming!”
“Did you see the mount he's riding? Damn, it's a huge bird! Totally amazing!”
“This NPC is here to see Brother Ming. Is there a new storyline coming?”
“Could it be? The Northern Expedition just ended and now there's a new map?”
“Totally possible! Crap, my 1982 cola just ran out. I need to buy a new case!”
The players surrounded Wang Ping in a circle, chattering and teasing him.
“???” Wang Ping, on the other hand, was completely confused.
Wasn't the Extreme Wasteland supposed to be a desolate place, far from human civilization?
Where did all these players come from?
He looked around and took in the sight of the sect's buildings—Library, Forging Hall, Martial Arena… all were newly built and left him stunned.
In just ten days…
Not only had He Yiming rebuilt the sect, but he had also recruited 88 disciples?
However…
“This disciple's steps are unsteady, and they can't even do basic stance exercises properly…”
“That disciple is eating kebabs? And they've set up a night market in the plaza? No manners at all!”
“Who made those clothes? Are they made from some crude material? Looks like they just slapped it together!”
“This… this disciple has a flat head? How embarrassing!”
Wang Ping's eyes scanned the crowd, and he couldn't help but notice the shockingly poor aptitude of the players. There were no special talents or physiques among them.
Especially when he saw one disciple whose head was flat—his appearance was enough to make one turn away.
But then Wang Ping thought about it and sighed inwardly.
“Right... this is the Extreme Wasteland. It's lucky to find anyone willing to join the sect. Looks like He Yiming took anyone he could get in. These players are all trash!” Wang Ping thought to himself.
In any other domain, even a closing sect wouldn't recruit disciples like these.
Even if their aptitude was terrible, they should at least have some decent manners. And these players... clearly, they were all newbies—new to cultivation, having just started.
“Well, He Yiming, this time... you're going to have a tough time!” Wang Ping silently pitied him.
Because an unexpected event had happened with the Haotian Academy's assessment!
Meanwhile, He Yiming Approaches
Just as He Yiming arrived, he asked, “Wang Ping, senior, why are you here?”
Wang Ping cleared his throat and said, “He Yiming, I'm here to inform you...”
“Due to some unforeseen circumstances, Haotian Academy's assessment, originally scheduled for the end of the month, has been moved forward! You have one day to prepare. Tomorrow, you must select four disciples to join me back to Haotian Academy for the first round of the assessment!”
He Yiming's face sank.
“Advanced? Why? The first round of assessments is always a month away! Why is mine being advanced by 20 days?” He Yiming asked, confused and anxious.
This was the worst-case scenario!
Even with the system's help, He Yiming had only established the sect for ten days!
If the assessment had been at the end of the month, he would have had 20 more days to improve his disciples' strength and teach them the basics of cultivation, etiquette, and other fundamentals. Most importantly, he could have earned 20 more days of check-in rewards!
With those rewards, the first round of the assessment would definitely have been a breeze!
But now…
Wang Ping suddenly appeared and announced that the assessment was advanced?
He Yiming's gaze swept across the disciples nearby. Not one of them had reached the Spiritual Vein Realm yet!
How could they possibly pass the first round of the assessment?
“Senior Wang Ping, this is so unfair to me!” He Yiming asked, feeling the pressure.
He Yiming knew one thing: among the top ten of Haotian Academy, aside from himself, all the others had backgrounds and support.
Once they left Haotian Academy, they would be immediately absorbed into powerful sects.
Their disciples were already talented, from well-established families, and had been cultivating for years—some even for decades!
Meanwhile, He Yiming had started from scratch. He'd only built his sect in ten days!
Ten days versus ten years.
The difference was obvious!
“Ah… He Yiming, just prepare well.” Wang Ping sighed but couldn't tell He Yiming the full story.
It was said that the reason the assessment had been moved forward was due to the Vice Dean's orders.
And the Vice Dean of Haotian Academy was Gu Changfeng's grandfather.
Gu Changfeng, who ranked second on this year's Heavenly Ranking, the young heir of a powerful family, was someone He Yiming had already thoroughly crushed!
Gu Changfeng harbored immense resentment toward He Yiming, something Wang Ping had personally experienced.
Wang Ping didn't even need to guess. He knew that Gu Changfeng must have used his grandfather, the Vice Dean, to push for an earlier assessment—aiming to deny He Yiming any chance to grow!
The goal was simple: to crush He Yiming completely!
He Yiming was left to think deeply about the situation.
The real question now was…
Which four disciples should he bring with him to the crucial first-round assessment?
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