Who gave you permission to refine demons like this?

Seeing Lin Sheng's insistence, Song Jincong had no choice but to accept it, even though he was reluctant. After all, becoming a cultivator was more tempting than becoming a doctor.

"Once he experiences the cruelty of the dojo and training, he'll realize how good the medical clinic is."

"Youth certainly has its passions."

Forced love is never sweet, but it quenches thirst.

Song Jincong did not intend to give up, thinking there was plenty of time. He then instructed Chang Hu to send letters to each martial arts school, informing them of Lin Sheng's purpose.

Only Lin Sheng and Lin Sheng remained in the hall, chatting idly.

When he learned where the other party lived, Song Jincong thought to himself that his nephew was truly an extraordinary person from a humble background, worthy of being a descendant of a poor family.

But in reality, Lin Sheng didn't think his place was bad. Although it was indeed a mixed bag, it was at most an ancient version of an urban village. Before he transmigrated, not many people dared to mess with him, and now he was even less afraid.

They only lived there because it was easy to sell all sorts of wild goods.

Just as Song Jincong was considering whether to take the opportunity to let Lin Sheng stay at the clinic, Chang Hu rushed in.

Just as he was about to step forward and whisper what was on his mind, Song Jincong waved his hand and said, "It's alright, just say what's on your mind."

Chang Hu frowned and said, "Master, all the dojos we know say they have enough manpower right now, or they have important matters to attend to."

"Recruiting new cultivators has been temporarily suspended."

"Some even said that now that the person has been found, Song's Medical Hall should focus more on treating and saving lives and not get too involved in the affairs of cultivators."

With things said to this point, even Lin Sheng could tell that those dojos were deliberately trying to trip them up, and that the so-called important matters were just excuses.

"I just want to join the dojo. Those guys can collect an extra entrance fee, so there shouldn't be any conflict of interest between us."

"I haven't had any conflicts with the people at the dojo these past few days; I've just been selling things and helping people out."

Please help...

Suddenly, Lin Sheng remembered Song Jincong's hint from last night, and a look of realization flashed in his eyes.

"It seems that my rescue of Song Rui inadvertently disrupted one of their plans."

"They may have targeted the clinic from the beginning, hoping to use it as a pretext to cause trouble, but they failed, so they set their sights on me as well."

On the other side, Song Jincong looked grim. He hadn't expected that even though he had stopped asking these dojos for help, they would still try to trip him up.

After a moment's thought, he asked, "Which guys refused?"

"Golden Begonia, Nine Knives, Flying Swallow, Frosty Moist Fruit."

Isn't that all?

Lin Sheng thought to himself, "This is what I'm complaining about."

"These bastards! When their blackmail failed, they resorted to this!"

Song Jincong cursed loudly, then realized his loss of composure and calmed himself down, saying, "Is there absolutely no room for compromise?"

Chang Hu shook his head helplessly: "The letters and gifts have all been returned. I went to each of the houses to ask, but they all said they don't see guests."

"However..." Chang Hu changed his mind.

"If Brother Ruolin is seeking the Dharma, then there is still a place for him, but I don't know if he's willing."

Seeing Lin Sheng's curiosity, Chang Hu continued, "It's the Liuyun Hall, which has a partnership with the Wude Division. You could say it's half a dojo."

"Although there aren't many people, there are indeed notices posted recruiting, and the fees aren't high."

"From the perspective of spiritual practice alone, it's a good place."

"Liuyun Pavilion..." Upon hearing the name, Song Jincong frowned.

Lin Sheng pondered, recalling that there really was such a place, but it wasn't very famous, so there wasn't much information about it, and it seemed to be ostracized by other dojos.

However, Lin Sheng was aware of the reputation of the Wude Division.

While dojos and sects are forces for dealing with demons, Hongchao also has its own direct methods.

The Martial Virtue Division is a tool of the Hong Dynasty, responsible for matters concerning demons and monsters, both large and small.

In terms of strength, according to the storytellers on the street, it ranks second, and no sect dares to be ahead of it.

Thinking about it, although it wasn't the Martial Virtue Division, there was still a connection, which was much better than this unofficial organization.

So he asked, "Uncle Song, since you're hiring, why don't I give it a try?"

"With the Martial Virtue Division around, the foundation of the Flowing Cloud Hall must be no less than that of these other martial arts schools."

Song Jincong sighed and said, "Nephew, if we're talking about seeking the Dharma, then going is an option, but do you know what it means to be associated with the Martial Virtue Division?"

"That means they become government officials. Even the most ordinary Pure Blood Realm cultivators need to be registered."

"Although this would bring them supplies from the imperial court, their primary task was to slay demons."

"Once you enter the officialdom, it's like entering a deep sea. This is a great limitation for cultivators. If you can learn a move or two at the dojo, you'll be doing alright in this town of Hequan and can live a good life. But if you become a cultivator of the officialdom, you'll lose your freedom."

"Although the Wude Division has a strong foundation, it is mostly composed of mediocre and constrained individuals."

"Ordinary people might think that becoming an official would at least prevent them from starving, but for cultivators, it would be a constraint. Besides, the world is not peaceful now, and it would be difficult to escape when the time comes."

Song Jincong spoke earnestly, hoping that Lin Sheng would reconsider.

However, Lin Sheng thought to himself that after all this talk, he felt there were more benefits than benefits.

Joining the government allows one to cultivate and practice.

Being mediocre and unproductive indicates a lack of responsibility;

They were provided for by the imperial court, so they had no worries about food or drink;

Slay the demons; what demons are in this place?

As for the difficulty of escaping, I have enough food, drink, and cultivation resources to sustain me, so why would I need to escape? I just do some idle things on weekdays and live a very comfortable life.

Then I can live in a big house, find a beautiful wife, and life will be wonderful.

Damn it!

Having thought it through, Lin Sheng looked at Song Jincong with burning eyes: "Uncle Song, let's arrange it for Liuyun Pavilion today."

Song Jincong looked completely bewildered.

No matter how clearly I've explained it, my dear nephew still doesn't understand.

Didn't you want to become a cultivator? Why are you rushing to pursue the things that cultivators care about?

After trying to persuade him several times, Song Jincong saw that Lin Sheng was still determined to do so, so he had no choice but to ask Chang Hu to go to the storeroom to get the things and make arrangements.

After all, Liuyun Hall is not entirely a martial arts institution, and it still has to abide by certain rules, although not as strictly as other dojos.

Shortly after, Chang Hu was seen leaving with his things, and Song Jincong apologized to Lin Sheng, as he had not expected this to happen.

My nephew doesn't care where he seeks the Dharma, but he himself does.

"This was originally a dispute within our Song Family Medical Clinic. I never expected to involve you, my dear nephew. I am truly sorry."

"Don't worry, my dear nephew, I will definitely give you an explanation in this matter."

"Uncle Song, there's no need to apologize. You've already done so much for me. If I can truly obtain the Dharma, I will be grateful to you."

While chatting, Lin Sheng kept track of the time.

It's still early, and it seems I'll know today whether I'm qualified to seek the Dharma.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous about his qualifications, but the thought of the Cave Mystic Furnace put Lin Sheng at ease.

About an hour later, Chang Hu returned quickly, beaming with joy.

"Liuyun Pavilion agreed."

"We can go and pay our respects now!"