Face is earned by oneself, not by others.

If you want to earn the respect of others, you must first be strong enough.

With a sweep of his gaze, there were multiple windows on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion. There is a window to post tasks, a window to receive rewards, a window to receive cultivation resources, and a window to go through the registration procedures, and so on.

Whether you join the sect by yourself or want to recruit sword slaves into the sect, you must register.

Otherwise, it is a violation of the rules of the clan and will be punished.

Those who do not register will also be excommunicated from the denomination. This is still light, if the sect suspects that you are a spy or something, they will directly take it into the Law Enforcement Hall for torture.

There are only two people left in line at the check-in window.

Chu Yun's figure was no longer visible, and it was estimated that she had completed the registration procedures and went to her residence.

In the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, relatively speaking, it is quite safe.

Chu Feng didn't have to worry about the second sister, and he also intended to distance himself from the second sister. Because Chu Feng's enemies were too powerful, he had to guard against them.

In case the enemy family comes to the door one day and can't find Chu Feng, they will definitely take Chu Feng's relatives and torture them.

Therefore, Chu Feng must lay out in advance at this point, just in case.

With his current strength, he can't stop the enemy if he kills him. The only way is to escape.

"Strength, I must have strong strength as soon as possible!"

Chu Feng subconsciously clenched his fists, after joining the sect, the first thing he had to do was to find out the news of Prince Jianyun.

I only knew that Prince Jianyun had already entered the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, but I didn't know the specific situation.

After a while, it was Chu Feng's turn to register.

"What's your name?"

The old man sitting in the window was wearing a silver robe that only a deacon could wear, and he seemed to be of no low status.

However, it is also a very important position to be responsible for the registration of every member of the sect. At the very least, you have to be a person who has served the sect for many years and has a certain status to be competent.

If the status is too low, it is easy to be swayed by people with high status.

It would be too condescending to let a Dharma protector do this work. I'm afraid that there are no Dharma Protectors who want to sit here and do the work of registration.

Because this kind of show-up is usually done by subordinates.

The Dharma Protector is second only to the existence of the elders, no matter which one of them walks in the sect, it is all loud, with his head held high, and he is majestic.

You let them sit here and wait for the disciples and sword slaves who have entered the sect, isn't this a bargain?

Deacons belong to the middle level of the denomination, and it is only fitting to choose a deacon who is loyal to the denomination and has not very outstanding potential.

Chu Feng clearly saw that there was a work sign in front of the window, which said Deacon Mu Kun: The person in charge of the registration window!

"Hello Deacon Mu Kun, my name is Chu Feng, and I am a new disciple of the sect!" Chu Feng handed over his assessment number plate. At the same time, he showed his identity waist card.

"Fill out this form!"

Deacon Mu Kun frowned, and his eyes were extremely cold when he looked at Chu Feng.

Chu Feng thought that the other party was in a high position and had always been indifferent, so he didn't care.

In fact, Deacon Mu Kun was arranged to be the person in charge of this registration window, which is somewhat of a pension. If nothing else, a lifetime will come to an end.

Although Deacon Mu Kun was reluctant, he couldn't help it, this was the meaning above, and he had to obey it.

In this position, I have been working for more than ten years, and I have never moved my nest.

Deacon Mu Kun didn't have much hope anymore, thinking that he would be able to make a little difference in his life, and he had reached the top. Even if you are unwilling, you can only accept your fate.

He is a scheming man who has been looking for opportunities to improve all these years.

Even if it's just a change to a better job, that's fine.

When he is a lot older, he still has to show his head here, receiving some new disciples and sword slaves all day long, which makes him unable to raise his head in front of other deacons.

After a long wait, there is now an opportunity for him to hopefully transfer out of this position.

The matter of Chu Feng offending Elder Yang, Deacon Mu Kun had already heard about it.

His idea was very simple, just clean up Chu Feng, and then find a way to spread the news to Elder Yang's ears. When the time comes, Elder Yang will naturally praise himself.

Isn't it easy to have an elder as a backer and want to be promoted?

It would be even more wonderful if Elder Yang was happy and gave him a high-grade pill or something to help him break through the mid-stage realm of the Great Sword Master.

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect has strict hierarchies, and there are strict requirements for each rank. Cultivation is one of the hard conditions.

For example, if you are a deacon, you must have the mid-stage cultivation of the Great Sword Master to be promoted.

For example, a higher-level protector requires the cultivation of the Great Sword Master in the later stage.

Deacon Mu Kun has been stuck in the middle realm of the Great Sword Master for more than sixty years. It is often referred to as a jiazi.

There is such a common sense in sword cultivation, the realm of a great sword master, you can't be promoted to a great realm in sixty years, and it's basically over.

Deacon Mu Kun did not have a strong backer in the sect, and his own potential was at the peak again, so he was placed in the post of registration window.

Those deacons with outstanding potential, needless to say, have to fly within the sect.

Even if some deacons with little potential are strong, as long as they have strong backers, they will be in the mix. Only Deacon Mu Kun was the most miserable.

Chu Feng quickly filled out the form.

After Deacon Mu Kun took it coldly, he quickly completed the formalities for Chu Feng.

"According to the rules, every beginner disciple has to do tasks for the sect. Complete at least one task a month. ”

"This is your identity token and disciple service! In terms of the task, this deacon has already arranged it for you, the Flame Cave has been a little abnormal in recent days, you go in to check it out, and solve the problem." If you can't complete the task, you are the only one who asks. ”

When Deacon Mu Kun spoke of the Flame Cave, a trace of cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Some of the old disciples and other deacons around him all looked over here.

Many people looked at Chu Feng with a hint of sympathy.

Chu Feng was a human being in two lives, and an old monster who had lived for thousands of years, immediately sensed that this Flame Cave was probably not a good place.

"Ask Deacon Mu Kun, where is the Flame Cave, is it particularly dangerous?" Chu Feng's eyes kept staring at Deacon Mu Kun. He didn't let go of any of the other party's subtle expressions.

"The location is easy to find! Deacon Ben will draw you a map!"

As to whether it was dangerous, Deacon Mu Kun did not answer, and the grim smile on his face had already given Chu Feng an answer.

Chu Feng had no grudges or grudges against this person, and as soon as he met for the first time, he arranged such a dangerous mission for him. Almost dying, Chu Feng's heart was full of anger.

However, his current status is only a beginner disciple, and he is absolutely incapable of confronting a deacon.

What's more, there is also Elder Yang who may make a move at any time.

Deacon Mu Kun, who has always been cold to Chu Feng, was kind enough to draw a map for him at this moment. Nothing to be courteous, either a traitor or a thief.

This person definitely has bad intentions.

After Chu Feng took the map, he knew that it was useless to talk more, so he immediately took his own things.

"Hey, aren't new disciples able to receive the first month's cultivation resources?" Chu Feng found that he only had two gray disciple clothes, a token, and a door key.