"It's fine, Dean. I've said it before and my word won't change: Shenfeng Academy gets ten slots each year to enter the Storm Pavilion."
Hearing Feng Qingcang's words, Mo Hui waved his hand and said.
However, Mo Hui still accepted the red crystal card. Since Feng Qingcang didn't want it, he could use the money for other things.
Eighty million gold coins was quite a lot. After all, a common ten-thousand-year Spirit Bone's market price was only a few million gold coins. If purely based on price, eighty million gold coins could buy many ten-thousand-year Spirit Bones.
Of course, market price is market price; the reality is that no one is willing to sell a ten-thousand-year Spirit Bone.
No matter how many gold coins there are, their effect on a Spirit Master is limited, whereas a Spirit Bone is a treasure that is hard to come by.
After all, some Titled Douluo don't even have a ten-thousand-year Spirit Bone. Even Bibi Dong, the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall, needs to find excuses when bestowing ten-thousand-year Spirit Bones upon her own people, which shows how rare ten-thousand-year Spirit Bones are.
Afterward, Mo Hui went to see his aunt and uncle, briefly reminisced, and then headed to the Storm Pavilion.
Above the Storm Pavilion, Feng Qingcang asked Mo Hui, who was beside him, "Mo Hui, the base has been built. When do you plan to recruit disciples?"
"I'm planning to recruit soon."
As he spoke, Mo Hui seemed to recall something and asked Feng Qingcang, who was beside him, "By the way, Dean, those things I told you to build, should they all be finished by now?"
"Of course!"
Hearing Mo Hui's words, Feng Qingcang pointed to a long staircase below and said, "That's the one-thousand-step gravity staircase you requested."
Then, Feng Qingcang pointed in the direction closer to Hurricane Canyon and said, "The hundred-meter chain."
"The three-hundred-meter waterfall!"
"The Small Hurricane Canyon!"
"The circular lake!"
...
"Very good."
Listening to Feng Qingcang's introduction, Mo Hui nodded slightly, evidently quite satisfied.
At this point, Feng Qingcang, having finished his introduction, looked at Mo Hui with some confusion and asked, "You once told me these were for testing disciples. What did you mean by that?
These things aren't that difficult for Spirit Masters of a slightly higher level to pass, are they?"
Some of it he could understand; it should have good effects for low-level Spirit Masters to cultivate, but it couldn't be called a difficult test, could it?
Especially for Spirit Masters above the Spirit King rank, Mo Hui's facilities pose no challenge at all.
If merely passing such tests allows one to become Mo Hui's disciple, then the number of Mo Hui's disciples in the future would surely be unimaginable.
After all, being able to apprentice under a Titled Douluo, or even potentially the strongest person in the future, would make Spirit Masters across the entire continent flock to him.
Mo Hui looked at Feng Qingcang, puzzled, and said, "Who said these things of mine are for Spirit Masters?"
"Not for Spirit Masters? Could it be for Spirit Scholars?"
Mo Hui's words made Feng Qingcang slightly stunned, and he subconsciously said.
Mo Hui nodded and said, "Something like that. They're for people who haven't obtained their first spirit ring yet. As long as someone can pass the six trials I've set, they can directly become my direct disciple."
"What!? They're set for people who haven't obtained their first spirit ring?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Qingcang immediately gasped. Although he had initially scoffed at the facilities Mo Hui asked him to build, that was because his target was Spirit Masters at the Spirit Ancestor or even Spirit King rank and above.
However, if these facilities were used on people who hadn't even obtained their first spirit ring, it would be terrifying. He even doubted if anyone could pass.
Then, Feng Qingcang looked at Mo Hui with a complex expression and said, "Originally, I thought you were too soft-hearted. Now it seems I was overthinking it; you're much more ruthless than I am."
"The Dao cannot be lightly transmitted. How could my direct disciples be so easy to become? If one lacks the ability, being an ordinary disciple is sufficient," Mo Hui said with a smile.
Direct disciples are different from ordinary disciples; Mo Hui is responsible for them. Becoming Mo Hui's direct disciple is almost equivalent to getting an entry ticket to Titled Douluo. How could Mo Hui's requirements not be higher?
Feng Qingcang thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement, saying, "That's true. With your current strength and status, and your powerful self-created Spirit Abilities, it's indeed necessary to be stricter if others want to learn from you."
After their conversation ended, Mo Hui activated one of the mechanisms, and instantly, a large amount of wind surged from Hurricane Canyon, enveloping the entire Storm Pavilion according to a predetermined trajectory.
At the same time, the circular lake within the Storm Pavilion also churned with giant waves dozens of meters high under the strong wind, with one wave after another crashing against the shore, fiercely.
Then, Mo Hui mobilized his spirit power, used a sound amplification method, and shouted to the sky:
"I, Mo Hui, establish the Storm Pavilion here today! It will widely recruit disciples from all over the world, regardless of identity or strength. Anyone who passes the trials can join the Storm Pavilion to study.
And those who, as non-Spirit Masters, pass the six trials I have set, can directly become my direct disciples!"
With the amplification of Mo Hui's spirit power, people within several hundred li around heard Mo Hui's voice. After a brief shock, they all began to discuss it animatedly.
And the news of Mo Hui founding the Storm Pavilion spread through these surrounding people, reaching the ears of major powers across the continent within just one day.
Spirit Hall.
"What? You said Mo Hui founded a force?"
Bibi Dong asked, somewhat confused, after hearing the news from Ghost Douluo.
Ghost Douluo nodded and said, "Yes, after Mo Hui returned, he founded a force called Storm Pavilion about a hundred li outside Shenfeng Academy. He is widely recruiting disciples, with no restrictions on identity or strength."
As he spoke, Ghost Douluo handed the scout's report to Bibi Dong.
After reading it, Bibi Dong frowned and said, "What exactly is Mo Hui up to? Suddenly creating a force? Could this also be part of his divine trial?"
"Your Holiness, the Supreme Pontiff, what should we do about this force Mo Hui created?"
At this moment, Chrysanthemum Douluo, who was nearby, suddenly asked.
Bibi Dong rolled her eyes at Chrysanthemum Douluo and said, "What else can we do? First, five years haven't passed yet, and second, we can't defeat him right now."
"Not only can we not make a move against him, but the Supreme Pontiff and the two Elders of Spirit Hall must personally visit to offer congratulations!"
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
In a luxurious office, Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly as he looked at the message in the letter.
"Tsk tsk~ No wonder that kid Mo Hui wasn't willing to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School; it turns out he wanted to create his own force!"
It was then that Bone Douluo Gu Rong reacted, smacking his lips and saying.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin said, "It's only human nature. Mo Hui is too monstrous; no existing force can contain him."
Ning Fengzhi then stood up and said, "Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, let's go. Bring Rongrong and some excellent disciples. We're going to congratulate Mo Hui."