Chapter 262: The Founding of Storm Pavilion.
"That's all right, Dean. What I said before won't change. Every year, Kamikaze Academy will have ten spots to enter the Storm Pavilion," Mo Hui said with a wave of his hand after hearing Feng Qingcang's words.
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 soul coins was still quite a lot. After all, the market price of an ordinary ten-thousand-year soul bone was only a few million gold soul coins. If we were to simply consider the price, eighty million gold soul coins could buy a lot of ten-thousand-year soul bones.
Of course, market price is market price, and the reality is that no one is willing to sell ten-thousand-year soul bones.
No matter how many gold soul coins there are, their value to a soul master is limited, and soul bones are rare treasures.
After all, some Titled Douluo don't even have a ten-thousand-year soul bone. Even Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, needs to find excuses when giving a ten-thousand-year soul bone to her own people, which shows how rare ten-thousand-year soul bones are.
Afterwards, Mo Hui visited his uncle and aunt again, caught up briefly, and then headed to Storm Pavilion.
"Mo Hui, the base is complete. When are you planning to recruit disciples?" Feng Qingcang asked Mo Hui from above Storm Pavilion.
"We're planning to recruit soon."
As he spoke, Mo Hui seemed to remember something and asked Feng Qingcang beside him, "By the way, Dean, those things I taught you to build should be finished, right?"
"Of course!"
Feng Qingcang pointed down at a long staircase and said, "That's the 1,000-story gravity staircase you requested."
Then, Feng Qingcang pointed toward Hurricane Canyon and said, "A 100-meter chain."
"A 300-meter waterfall!"
"Small Hurricane Canyon!"
"A circular lake!"
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"Very good."
Following Feng Qingcang's description, Mo Hui nodded slightly, clearly satisfied.
At this point, Feng Qingcang, having finished his introductions, looked at Mo Hui with some confusion and asked, "You once told me these were tests for disciples. What did you mean? These things shouldn't be too difficult for a slightly higher-level spirit master to pass, right?"
He could understand some of this; they should have some positive effects for lower-level spirit masters, but they weren't exactly difficult tests, were they? Especially for spirit masters above Soul King level, Mo Hui's items wouldn't pose any challenge at all.
If passing such a test meant becoming Mo Hui's disciple, then the number of Mo Hui's disciples would be unimaginable.
After all, to be able to learn from a Titled Douluo, and even potentially become the greatest of the future, would be sought after by spirit masters across the continent.
Mo Hui glanced at Feng Qingcang in confusion and asked, "Who said these things are for spirit masters?"
"Not for spirit masters? Could they be for spirit masters?"
Mo Hui's words startled Feng Qingcang, and he subconsciously asked.
Mo Hui nodded and said, "Almost. It's for those who haven't obtained their first spirit ring yet. Anyone who can pass the six tests I set up can directly become my direct disciple."
"What!? It's for those who haven't obtained their first spirit ring?"
Feng Qingcang gasped at these words. Though he seemed dismissive of the facilities Mo Hui had requested, that was because he was targeting Soul Masters at the Soul Sect level, or even Soul King level, and above.
Using these facilities on those who hadn't even obtained their first soul ring would be horrific; he doubted anyone could even make it.
Feng Qingcang then looked at Mo Hui with a complex expression and said, "I originally thought you were too soft-hearted, but it seems I was overthinking it. You're much more ruthless than I am."
"The Tao cannot be passed on lightly. Becoming my direct disciple isn't easy. If you lack the ability, you can just become an ordinary disciple," Mo Hui said with a smile.
Direct disciples were different from ordinary disciples; Mo Hui held them accountable. Becoming Mo Hui's direct disciple was practically a ticket to becoming a Titled Douluo. How could Mo Hui's standards be any lower?
Feng Qingcang thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "Indeed, with your current strength and status, and your powerful, self-created spirit skills, it would indeed be necessary to be more rigorous if others were to learn from you."
After the two concluded their conversation, Mo Hui activated a mechanism. Suddenly, a massive gust of wind surged out from the Hurricane Canyon, enveloping the entire Storm Pavilion in a predetermined trajectory.
Simultaneously, the ring-shaped lake within the Storm Pavilion, whipped by the strong wind, surged into massive waves tens of meters high, one after another crashing against the shore with incredible force.
Then, Mo Hui mobilized his spirit power, activated amplification, and shouted to the heavens, "Today, I, Mo Hui, establish the Storm Pavilion! I accept disciples from all corners of the world. Regardless of status or ability, anyone who passes the test may join the Storm Pavilion and study.
Those who, without being a spirit master, pass the six tests I have set and become my personal disciples!"
Empowered by Mo Hui's spirit power, those within a radius of hundreds could hear his voice. After a brief moment of shock, they began to discuss the situation.
The news of Mo Hui's founding of the Storm Pavilion spread through the people around him, reaching the ears of all the major forces on the continent in just one day.
Spirit Hall.
"What? You said Mo Hui founded a force?" Bibi Dong asked, somewhat puzzled, after hearing the news from Ghost Douluo.
Ghost Douluo nodded and said, "Yes, after returning, Mo Hui established a force a hundred miles outside of the Divine Wind Academy, called the Storm Pavilion. They accept disciples regardless of status or strength."
With that, Ghost Douluo handed Bibi Dong the information he had obtained from his spies.
Bibi Dong, after looking at me, frowned and asked, "What on earth is Mo Hui up to? He suddenly created a force. Is this part of his divine test?"
"Your Highness, what should we do about this force created by Mo Hui?" Ju Douluo suddenly asked.
Bibi Dong rolled her eyes at Ju Douluo and said, "What else can we do? Not only has the five-year deadline not yet arrived, but we can't defeat him right now."
"Not only can we not attack him, but the Spirit Hall's Pope and two elders are coming to offer their congratulations in person!" In a splendid office in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tiles Sect, Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly at the news on the letter.
"Tsk tsk! No wonder that Mo Hui doesn't want to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tiles Sect. So he wants to create his own faction!"
Only then did Bone Douluo Gu Rong react and smacked his lips.
Sword Douluo Chen thought to himself, "It's human nature. Mo Hui is too evil. No current faction can accommodate him."
Ning Fengzhi stood up and said, "Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, let's go. Take Rongrong and some outstanding disciples. We'll go congratulate Mo Hui."
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