Time went by quickly, with Dorian setting up his stall, selling warding charms, pendants and artifacts away to those deeply affected by the Auction Home situation.
Heck! Even the Ghus, Gias and Hous had sent their people to buy as many as they could too.
What a joke! There was no proof for one's life. So if it were available, then why not get it?
The big men had sent their people to get them for their children, wives and themselves.
Of course, if the guards want to purchase them, they would have to do so out of their allowances.
"Different charms cost different prices, depending on strength, durability, use and many other factors. Some can last you for a year, others a month, whole one a decade... The possibilities are endless. Unfortunately, I only created each set in limited numbers."
The prominent families wanted to buy the ones that could last for decades and even hundreds of years. But with Dorian's current strength, he could at most make a talisman that could only last for a decade.
Some people's pendants and charms could last for centuries, passing through generations and thousands of years.
An ancient bracelet, an ancient pendant... All those things required one's cultivation to have broken the immortal realms of things.
At this current strength, 10 years was the best he could do.
Of course, some charms weren't based on longevity but were more focused on 'use' instead.
With some charms, they had a limited number of times they could be used.
Meaning, even after a thousand years, if one still has 3 more chances left, it would still work. But it would only work against creatures weaker than the charm. At best, the charm would do its best to protect them to some extent if they met stronger adversaries.
Hey... You get what you pay for.
There were endless possibilities, but it was also time and strength-consuming to draw up every charm. The cost of that would be added to their overall payments.
In other words, they were paying for herbs, stones, or any other items he would need to replenish his strength and grow even stronger.
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Time had flown by crazily. And before Dorian knew it, it was yet another brand new day.
Rise and shine!
The Tian household was up and on their feet.
Dorian ate a hearty breakfast once again while listening to Butler Sheng run through their schedule for the day.
Well, he was expecting those punks from Wuphil Mountain to come in for their final cleansing this early morning.
And after that, he'll go straight for Chiyou with just Chan-ki with him.
This time, Butler Sheng would be staying back alone. But why, might one ask?
That's all because today was when his parents would get transferred back home.
The Hous would be bringing him sometime in the afternoon. He didn't know if it was early or late afternoon, but just in case Chiyou's situation ran well into the afternoon, he would feel better leaving the matter in the hands of Butler Sheng.
Amongst all his men, Butler Sheng was arguably the person who understood him best.
He was indeed a capable person.
Again, he had to make sure that he left and drove over to Chiyou's village early before that classmate of hers got there.
Miss Chiyou said her classmate would be there in the afternoon. But who knows when exactly the girl planned to arrive?
As they say, the early bird eats the worm. And Dorian liked to do things perfectly.
Of course, before going, there was just one more thing he had to finalize.
['Host, so far, you have no more than 64 names on the list.']
'HmHm... That's about right. They are the first official batch of students in the academy!'
The system smiled merrily, dancing with tears in its eyes.
It thought its host would take months to secure the Academy grounds. But who would've thought that its host was such a quick worker?
For someone who rejected the thought of being a good guy at the start, the host sure was diligent in getting the place opened up.
Celebration bells were ringing in the system's imagination. Its master must surely be proud of it after it reported things later on.
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['Host... Host... I knew you could do it.']
Banzai... Banzai~
Dorian raised his left eyebrow in amusement at its cheeky system. Well, for some reason, the little guy didn't seem as annoying as before... Still annoying, but not as before.
He allowed the little guy to have fun while checking his mission status.
[Mission: Purchase a space to open an organization or School of Exorcism.
Task Deadline: 2 months.
Mission status: Completed.
Rewards: Organization structures and Cosmic Shield around perimeters]
Alright. That was the old mission.
Dorian clicked on the second mission icon, and like a pop-up screen on a computer, everything about the mission revealed itself.
[Main Mission: With the Academy open and ready for business, the host is now required to recruit the first 3,000 students before its opening date.
Note: This means that their oath must also be taken and considered. Additionally, the host shouldn't forget to send the Acceptance letters out.
Task Deadline: 3 Weeks, 5 days.
Punishment for failure: Will be determined later when or if failed.
Rewards:
Standard School Attires for each student.
Gravity restricting room (able to pressurize strengths up to final Dan of the True Qi Realm.)
1,000 Perfected Grade 1 and 2 books on all sect professions, ranging from low-tier to high-tier ranks.]
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Dorian nodded, very pleased with the rewards.
One might think that 1,000 books were a lot.
But when thinking that this number was for the many professions, it was indeed small.
This meant that, for example, Beast taming information might only be found in 20 books. And maybe Alchemists would only get knowledge from 50 or so books instead.
This academy was, in a way, a sect. Meaning it would have professions such as Heavenly teachers, Formation Masters, Appraisers, Calligraphy Masters, Blacksmiths, Tunists and many more.
Additionally, one must know that the books were only Grade 1 and 2 ones, ranging from low to mid-tier books.
Sigh... When it came down to it, the rewards weren't that great, but understandable.
Well, it was time to look at his side missions!
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